the
first and the second one
she sees passing by.
You get in the cab and
show the cabby the address,
scribbled on a sheet of
paper.
He takes you to
Lowther Arcade.
You get out and immediately
mix with the crowd.
You have to bear in mind that
by 9.15 sharp
you have to be at the opposite
end of the Arcade.
A small carriage will be
waiting for you there.
The driver - a man in a black
cloak with a red trim.
Get in that carriage
and go to Victoria Station
to catch the express-train,
heading for the continent.
- The continent?
- Yes.
The continent.
Where would I meet up with
you?
I've already booked compartment
2 in the first-class coach.
We meet on board the
train?
That's right.
See you then, Watson.
He got away! Here!
Well, I'd say, this
is too much!
Mister Holmes!
Mister Holmes!
I've had it with your
chemical experiments.
What, Watson?!
You're into this nonsense
too?
Doctor Watson!
Doctor Watson!
I saw your back and
recognized you right away.
That's what a practiced
eye does for you!
- I'm in a great hurry,
inspector. - I can see that.
I cried out your name, but you
turned your back at me.
So I figured you were
in a hurry.
Unlike you, doctor Watson,
I'm in no hurry at all.
There's nothing to do
in London nowadays.
Soon all of us will be
unemployed.
Your friend has made a mountain
out of a molehill.
- Has he nothing to do too?
- I don't know.
The vigilance of the police
yields its fruit.
Our basic principle is -
crime prevention.
I have a favor to ask you,
my dear Lestrade.
By the way, it has to do
with crime prevention.
I'm very much concerned with
the fate of one young man.
His name is Sir
Ronald Adair.
I think his life is
in danger.
I'm leaving, and I would kindly
ask you to take care of him.
Don't worry.
Who's threatening him?
A man by the name of...
Sebastian Moran.
A frequenter of the
club "Bagatelle".
Sebastian Moran?
Doctor Watson!
Good day.
Please occupy your seat,
we're departing.
So, do you have
severe burns?
My god!
You scared me to death!
- What's with the apartment?
- How do you know?
The morning paper. "Fire
in Mr. Holmes' apartment".
I'm afraid, two carpets
are lost.
What's worse is that
the police are after
the arsonists.
- What's bad about that?
- It's untimely.
Untimely.
But I don't understand. Where
are our persecutors?
Oh, there they are!
- But that is not Moran.
- That's professor Moriarty.
Who is this Moriarty?
Remember the monogram
of crossed swords?
I shall fill you in
on that.
Haven't you heard of
professor Moriarty?
No.
Ingenious and
incomprehensible!
The man has entangled the
whole of London in his web,
and no one knows
anything about him.
If I could deliver
society of this man,
I would consider that the
crown of my career
and turn to a more
peaceful activity.
Why is he so dangerous?
He has a not so quite
ordinary biography.
He comes from a very
decent family.
Has an excellent education.
But, more importantly...
He is gifted with phenomenal
mathematical skills.
He was only 21, when he was
offered a chair
at one local university.
But he developed
a passion for risky
ventures.
Rumors started spreading
about him around town,
and he was forced to move
to London,
where he started tutoring
young people
to pass exams for an
officer's rank.
It is there that he met
our mutual acquaintance -
Colonel Moran.
And still, why is he
so dangerous?
He is the Napoleon of the
criminal world.
He accounts for 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.
The sudden demise of