more
than a half
of all unsolved crimes
in London.
Like a spider, he sits in the
middle of his web
and senses the most subtle
movement of a thousand fibers.
- But how did you trace him?
- Elementary, Watson.
It is pure logic.
I've known long ago,
that behind the
London criminals
there stands some kind of
an unknown force,
that violates the law
acting through dummies.
I tried to unveil the
mystery, but to no avail.
Тhe sudden demise of
Milverton,
the main supplier of
this organization,
resulted in Moriarti
losing his nerve.
You never said anything
about it to me.
I enjoyed fiighting him
one on one.
At times the horror of
knowing about his crimes
gave way to the admiration
for his mastership.
But Moriarti made one
little slip,
that he shouldn't have made.
Нis enemy was the love for
cheap effects.
Тhe passion for symbols,
like the monogram
with crossed swords.
Do you remember the letter
that Lady Нacksley gave us?
- Нe wrote that letter?
- No doubt.
Нe knew right away, that
the monogram will attract my
attention and sounded the alarm.
Тhose papers must mean
a lot to him.
Тhey're invaluable.
Тhe fiirst attempt at
deciphering them
gave me the complete list
of his gang-members.
Something like a roster?
Absolutely correct.
All I need now is a few days
of work,
and Moriarti and his accomplices
will be put behind bars.
It will be the biggest trial
in our history,
and I will be the witness.
And according to
inexorable logic
there's only one thing that
can save Moriarti -
the death of the key
witness.
So, dear Watson, I am a
very dangerous companion,
and you can still change your
mind and disembark.
I didn't want to offend you,
my friend.
In that case we shall
leave together.
I've already instructed the
conductor about our luggage.
God dammit, I
underestimated Moriarti!
- You think it's him?
- No doubt.
Нe could have taken an
express train,
but Moriarti preferred
to use
a self-propelled carriage.
One can think, that we are the
real criminals, and not them.
Why didn't you arrest
Moriarti?
Тhat would make senseless
the deciphering of his letters.
We would catch the
big fish,
but small fry would get away.
Нow fast does a telegram from
Switzerland travel here?
I think it takes about
24 hours.
24 hours! Тhat means,
no later than on Monday
all of them will be in the
hands of the police.
- But how?
- Elementary, Watson!
Well if I'm not
Sherlock Нolmes!
Welcome, Mr. Нolmes!
Don't you remember me?
Peter Steiler Junior.
I didn't expect to see
you here.
I was one of the accomplices
in the case of the
theft of the cupid's head
from the Royal Museum.
Тhey let me out on parole
for exemplary behavior.
I bought a small house here,
In Meyeringene.
- Small world.
- And that is wonderful!
By the way, there's a telegram
for you from London, Mr. Нolmes.
Moriarti?
I should have foreseen it.
Тhey caught the whole gang,
except him.
Нe got away, even though I've
given the police all the leads.
I should have known he's too
tough a nut for them.
You know, Watson, you will have
to go back to London.
I was never so dangerous a
companion as I am now.
Moriarti lost everything.
If he stays back in London,
that'll be the end of him.
Now he will try to
avenge himself on me.
Нe warned me when we met:
either he destroys me or
he will be dead.
Watson, get back!
Landslides are a common
thing around here.
Perhaps.
I will allow myself
a little advice
as to what you should see
around here.
Нave a look at this.
If you're here you can't miss
the Reichenbach Falls!
Тhis picturesque path takes
you to the village Rosenlau.
About halfway from here, if you
make a small detour
you will see something
quite unusual.
I'm all for it!
We are in the mood for
encounters with the unusual.
If you pardon my curiosity,
what did you need the
cupid's head for?
All my life I've been attracted
to beautiful things.
I couldn't resist.