Chapter 3
“The practice is quiet,” said I, “and I have an accommodating neighbour. I should be glad to come.”
“Every precaution is still necessary,” he whispered. “I have reason to think that they are hot upon our trail. Ah, there is Moriarty himself.”
“It was my brother Mycroft. …
Chapter 4
… gazing down at the rush of the waters. It was the last that I was ever destined to see of him in this world.
