to
move his right arm.
- Holmes! You need help?
- I'd appreciate that.
What's going on, doctor?
- Would you care to explain?
- Hi there, Lestrade.
But...
- Mr. Holmes?
- At your service.
I'm glad to see you back
in London.
I thought you might need
a bit of help here.
There has to be an
explanation.
Everyone thinks you are
among the dead,
but as I can see, that
is total nonsense.
Three unsolved murder cases
in one year is a bit too much.
Yes, Mr. Holmes.
I... Still I'll manage
myself.
Allow me to introduce
Colonel Sebastian Moran,
a retired officer of Her
Majesty's colonial troops
and the best tiger hunter
in all our Eastern colonies.
Artful devil!
You have surprised me,
Colonel Moran.
How could you be tricked by
such a primitive ruse?
How many times did you
have to tie a goat
to a tree and wait for the
tiger to come and get the bait?
Whether you do have grounds
for my arrest or not,
I refuse to tolerate
humiliation.
If I am in the hands
of the law,
let events take their
legal turn.
Yes, Mr. Holmes, that
is only just.
Very well, gentlemen.
Mister Holmes!
Don't forget to take
the gun, Lestrade.
Its an air-gun.
It's silent and amazingly
powerful.
With this gun Colonel Moran
shot poor Ronald Adair.
From the second-floor window
of house 427 on Park Lane.
And, mind you, the gun
shoots with revolver bullets.
See for yourself.
I knew the German, Von Heubber,
a blind mechanical engineer,
who made this weapon to
the order of Moriarty.
But I see it for the
first time.
By the way, what charges do you
intend to bring against him?
Attempted murder.
Oh no, I wouldn't want
my name to be mentioned in
connection with this case.
And the name of doctor Watson
too, for that matter.
You suspected him of the
murder of poor Ronald Adair.
It's a good thing you finally
solved this most dangerous crime
A most dangerous one!
Congratulations, Lestrade!
Congratulations, Inspector!
Let's go, Watson.
Ruined a good thing.
That was a splendid portrait!
The nerves of the old hunter
are still strong,
and the eye as sure
as ever.
Busted my brains out.
He was the most skillful hunter
in the Indian jungle!
Colonel Moran!
A soft revolver bullet.
Look at this, Watson.
Who would think that this
bullet was fired from
a silent air-gun?
Yes, I saw one just
like that.
I'm still waiting to hear the
story of your miraculous
resurrection and of how you
traced Moran.
It's precisely because of Moran
that I couldn't resurrect
sooner. He and Moriarty followed
us to Switzerland.
This tragic spectacle was very
well thought out.
Every actor appeared on the
stage at the right moment.
When you left for the
hotel, my friend,
I no longer doubted, that
the letter was a trap
and that in a matter
of minutes
my opponent professor Moriarty
would show himself.
I decided to examine the
place of the possible duel,
and found that right below the
precipice there was a ledge
big enough to hold only one
person.
I'd told you about Moriarty's
love for cheap effects.
I was fairly sure he wasn't
going to shoot me from around
the corner, but will go for
a dramatic spectacle.
Moriarty was an expert
in Boritsu wrestling,
and my chances of winning would
have been practically nil,
if I hadn't at one time
mastered it myself.
I'm at your service,
Professor!
Before we start sorting out
matters between us,
I'd like you to give me a minute
to write a note to my friends.
For neither of us knows the
outcome of this encounter.
We don't have much time,
but very well.
I saw proof of my
suppositions.
In Moriarty's eyes I read
the inexorable determination
to do away with me.
However I appreciated his
noble gesture.
He was kind enough to
write the note that you
later read.
How did you know I read it?
I saw it with my own eyes.
- You saw it?
- Yes, at the Falls.
But all in due time.
Moriarty was dragging me
to the edge of the rumbling
abyss.
He was