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The Final Problem
Chapter 1 · 7 illustrations Holmes warns Watson of Moriarty
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1·1 Watson's ground-floor window glows amber in a soot-dark London terrace at dusk
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1·2 Pale, gaunt Holmes stands in the doorway as Watson looks up from his book with concern
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1·3 Holmes bolts the closed shutters in the lamp-lit room while Watson watches from his desk
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1·4 Under the green-shaded lamp, Holmes shows Watson two torn, bleeding knuckles
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1·5 Holmes leans forward in his armchair, tracing an unseen web, a cigarette in his hand
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1·6 Tall, stooped Moriarty fills the doorway, swaying his head and peering at the detective
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1·7 Moriarty sorrowfully shakes his head, telling Holmes he will never stand in the dock
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Chapter 2 · 8 illustrations Flight across the Continent
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2·1 Cabs converge on smoky Victoria Station beneath its soot-dark iron-and-glass shed
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2·2 The old Italian priest's disguise breaks: half his face is smooth, his grey eyes blazing
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2·3 A tall figure in black shoves through the Victoria crowd, waving for the train to stop
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2·4 Holmes sits upright in the dark compartment of the Continental Express, gazing at Watson
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2·5 Behind luggage at Canterbury, Holmes and Watson hide as Moriarty's special thunders past
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2·6 In Strasburg, Holmes presses a hand to his brow: the telegram says Moriarty has escaped
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2·7 A boulder roars down the scree behind Watson, Holmes and their guide by the Daubensee
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2·8 By the Daubensee, Holmes speaks of a life not lived in vain as troubled Watson watches
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Chapter 3 · 9 illustrations The Hoax and the Vanished Holmes
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3·1 The peaceful Meiringen valley lies under the mountains; a dark gorge breathes spray
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3·2 Above the Reichenbach chasm, Holmes leans on a boulder, arms folded, beside the Swiss lad
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3·3 A doctor looks back up the hillside at a small black figure striding toward the falls
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3·4 Landlord Peter Steiler's grey brows lift in surprise at Watson's question
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3·5 Watson sprints down the empty Meiringen street, the hoax letter crumpled in his fist
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3·6 Holmes's alpine-stock stands alone against the wet black boulder, the only trace of him
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3·7 Horrified, Watson lies flat in the mud at the brink of the Reichenbach chasm, shouting
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3·8 Watson's trembling hands hold three torn note-book pages written in Holmes's calm pencil
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3·9 Watson reads Holmes's farewell letter, which admits the Meiringen message was a hoax
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