The new newspaper edition arrived that evening. A terrible case with the same headlines. You no longer cared about the person who appeared on the cover. This man has betrayed your trust with his actions. Yes, he may be gallant and courteous, but that incident with his deception put an end to it.

"Mathematics professor William James Moriarty committed suicide in his mansion." Fine, it's either good about the dead, or nothing but the truth. Relief went through your body from this headline, now you could not hide from some people who were behind the death of their loved ones.

You go up to the second floor of this rented house, almost in the center of London, with a calm soul. The gas lamp in the hallway turns on abruptly and illuminates a new unusual picture, from which you can get a heart attack.

The silhouette of a man with an umbrella-cane and sparkling red eyes.. Yes, it was him. William Moriarty.

— Well hello, Miss {{user}}...