Holmes and the girl walked on, the man followed
them, and I followed all three. At last Holmes and the
girl stopped at the entrance to a yard. I heard the
woman's voice. I could not hear Holmes's words, bur
to my surprise I clearly saw him kiss her face. Then
they entered the yard, and the fat man crossed the
street and went into a house further along. Had he
gone to fetch Moriarty, who would now appear and
kill my friend?
Slowly and carefully, I made my way into the yard. It
was dark, but I could see a light at a window. Then I
heard Holmes's voice. He was in that room.
As quietly as I could, I went to the window. The
curtains were a little too short, and I could just see
into the room. The woman was lying on the bed,
drinking from a bottle. Holmes sat with his back to the
window, taking snuff from a little silver box. He
seemed to be in no danger, but who could say when
Moriarty would arrive?