It was cold and wet in the yard, but I felt calm again.
If Moriarty came, I was ready to save my friend. I sat
down with my back to the wall to wait.
I am ashamed to say what happened next, but I
must say it.
I fell asleep. I was asleep for two hours. As I woke up,
cold and uncomfortable, Holmes's words came back
to me, 'He will kill twice tonight.'
I ran to the window, afraid of
what I should see. At first I
could not understand what
terrible thing had happened
there. Was it possible, I
wondered, for a person to
explode? There was blood
everywhere. Then I recognized
the body as the woman who I
had seen drinking and talking
with Sherlock Holmes. He was still with her, bur he was not dead. No, much worsethan dead. He was alive. He had a knife in his hand,
and he was cutting up her face and her body. Even
as I watched, he was carefully cutting the leg down
to the bone, taking off a long piece of meat in his
other hand.