by John Gardner
In the centre of the square, arms wrapped around two young women, away from the pressing crowd, Crow saw a familiar figure hurrying towards the square’s entrance.
‘Get that man,’ he shouted with all the strength he could summon from his aching lungs. ‘Catch him!’
The back of his throat was seared by the acrid smoke, and he leaned forward, retching and coughing, impotent as the Professor hurried from sight.
Then, from below, came the firemen’s call to jump – six of them holding a black tarpaulin firmly by rope bindings to receive Crow and Holmes.
‘You first,’ gasped Holmes. ‘Jump, man.’ And Crow pulled himself to the sill and leaped.
Among the dirt, flying debris and smoke pall in the square, he faced Holmes a few minutes later. The crowd had been pushed back, as the firemen bravely fought to save the whole square from total destruction.
‘I am sorry, Holmes,’ Crow looked at the detective’s blackened and sooty face. ‘We so nearly had him.’
‘Our time will come, Crow.’ Holmes put out a hand and rested it on the Scot’s shoulder. ‘It was as much my fault as yours, but do not despair. I have a feeling we shall be hearing from Moriarty again.’ He frowned, uneasy for a moment. ‘Crow, you will doubtless have to do something official regarding the woman in Maida Vale.’
Crow nodded, the cough coming back to his throat, his lungs feeling as though they would burst.
‘Deal kindly with her, Crow.’
• • • • •
Across the city, in Bermondsey, James Moriarty ran a hand over the leather binding of his current journal. It must have been a premonition, he felt, which led him to bring the books over to this lair on his last journey. He smiled. A pity he had not brought the Jean-Baptiste Greuze and the Mona Lisa also.
Looking down at the book, he thought sadly that there would be no crossing out of the notes on Holmes. However, it might well have been worse, he considered. At least his family people were safe, and he once more had control of the French, German and Italian underworlds. Tomorrow they would continue, and there was a time coming when he would again meet face to face with Angus McCready Crow. And Sherlock Holmes.
He crossed to the small window, dreaming of his labyrinthine intrigues, and looked out to where the dawn began to glow across the sooty grimy roofs and spires. Out there, at this very moment, men and women would be already about his business; proud to be in his service; content to abide by his methods and be members of the Professor’s family.
* The full account of Holmes’ battle of wits with Irene Adler, together with the curious cirumstances of her marriage to Godfrey Norton, can, of course, be found in Dr Watson’s excellent résumé entitled A Scandal in Bohemia. The reader will recall that in this piece, Watson comments: ‘To Sherlock Holmes she is always THE woman … In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise, but admirably balanced mind.’
* For those who have read the first chronicle, and who care about these things: at the time of receiving the Moriarty Journals from Albert Spear’s grandson, I was given to understand that his father was born in the year 1895 and I have so tabled it in the preface to The Return of Moriarty. From the Journals it would seem otherwise.
ENVOI
The register of Marriages and Baptisms of the, now defunct, church of St Edmund The King, Bermondsey, shows three items of great interest which took place on Saturday, 14 August 1897.
A marriage between Harold William Allen and Polly Pearson.
The baptism of William Albert Spear.
The baptism of Arthur James Moriarty.
Fresh blood for the Professor’s family.
APPENDIX
The Moriarty Journals and the Chronicles of Dr John H. Watson
These few notes, appended to this manuscript, will be of interest mainly to dedicated scholars of the life and work of Mr Sherlock Holmes and his chronicler, Dr John H. Watson. They are included here because of the, mercifully, few dissenting voices which were heard amidst the generous praise after publication of the first of these present volumes – The Return of Moriarty.
Some of those who have doubted the authenticity of the documents from which I have worked approached the subject with that charitable amusement of scholars who are aware that the subject is debatable. However, I was both shocked and surprised to find that one or two gentlemen simply dismissed aspects of the narrative with illogical and unscientific arguments like – ‘Rubbish, this could never have happened!’ or, even more unlettered, ‘Junk!’ So displaying a marked lack of attention to the theories and practice of Mr Holmes himself.
Four items were seized upon by these happy few:
1. The old chestnut concerning the possibility of there having been three brothers Moriarty – each named James.
2. A strange, and illogical, revulsion to the fact that Professor Moriarty appeared to be a nineteenth-century ‘Godfather’ with great knowledge of the underworld, and its language.
3. The events at the Reichenbach Falls.
4. A comment reported to have been made years after the Reichenbach incident in which Holmes speaks of ‘The late Professor Moriarty …(and)… the living Colonel Sebastian Moran.’
Apart from the indisputable facts concerning real crimes, I have worked solely from the so-called Moriarty Journals and the private papers of Angus McCready Crow. I have personally not sought to impose my own conclusions upon Moriarty’s text–yet two people, at least, have suggested that I have invented the incredible story of what, according to the Professor, happened at the Reichenbach Falls, and the other matters. This, I must dispute categorically.
But let us take the items in turn.
First, the question of the three Moriarty brothers, each named James. The evidence seems to me to be perfectly straightforward. References are made to Professor Moriarty, Mr Moriarty, the Professor and Professor James Moriarty in five of the cases written up by Watson (The Valley of Fear, His Last Bow, The Missing Three-Quarter, The Final Problem and The Empty House); Colonel James Moriarty is referred to in The Final Problem; and a third brother, reported to be a station-master in the West country, is spoken of in The Valley of Fear.
Holmesians have, to my mind, always made heavy weather over the possibility of all three bearing the same Christian name – James. The Moriarty Journals certainly solve the problem. I should imagine that James is a family name, possibly the middle name; and, in the journals, Moriarty makes it quite plain that the three brothers regarded this as an idiosyncrasy and spoke of each other as James, Jamie and Jim. In the journals, Moriarty claims that he is really the youngest brother, a criminal from an early age, who, incensed with jealousy at his eldest brother James’ academic success, finally framed and murdered him, becoming a master of disguise and impersonating James Moriarty the Eldest in order to have his underworld minions stand more in awe of him. This claim does seem to me to have a certain validity, though for once Mr Holmes appears to have been taken in by the subterfuge.
Secondly, the question of Professor Moriarty the nineteenth-century ‘Godfather’, leader of a vast criminal army: a man with great knowledge of crime, the underworld, its methods and language. This seems even more obvious. In The Final Problem, Holmes speaks of the Professor as ‘… [the] deep organizing power which forever stands in the way of the law.’ He mentions Moriarty’s involvement in ‘… cases of the most varying sorts – forgery cases, robberies, murders …’ More, he describes him as ‘… the Napoleon of Crime … the organizer of half that is evil and nearly all that is undetected in this great city … a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the centre of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them. He does little himself. He only plans …’ (If we are to believe the Moriarty Journals this was not quite accurate, th
ough planning was his main preoccupation) ‘… his agents are numerous and splendidly organized …’ And so on in the same manner. Is there not something incredibly familiar about this description? One has only to marry it to the criminal language of the time – including the fact (see Glossary) that the English underworld spoke of itself as The Family – and we have all the elements of present-day organized crime. Can one really believe that the organizing genius of this underworld would not have spoken to his minions in their own language, nor known the darkest methods?
Thirdly, the incident at the Reichenbach Falls, where the Moriarty Journals claim that there was no struggle, no death, simply an agreement between Moriarty and Holmes. I am essentially a reporter and not a commentator. As a reporter I have set down the facts, as written in the journals. If called upon to comment, I would join with those who declare that this story is rubbish. Then why does the Professor maintain that it is the truth?
If the journals are indeed the diaries of James Moriarty, Napoleon of Crime, then he certainly lived on after Reichenbach. Holmes is insistent to Watson that the evil genius died. Note that he was not so insistent to Inspector (later Superintendent) Crow. I personally suspect something more sinister, and I certainly do not believe that Holmes gave in to an agreement without some battle of wills. Moriarty, in writing his own diary, would, being the man he is, wish to put himself in the best possible light (he is always at his most arrogant when claiming victory). Something strange certainly occurred at the Reichenbach Falls and the evidence contained in this current volume may well suggest what it was – it certainly throws more light on the matter, without making direct mention of it. By the time we have deciphered the whole journal, and I have combed Crow’s papers, we may have something approximating the real truth. However, in the unlikely event of the Moriarty Journals being forgeries, I would still submit, with my publishers, that they have an inherent interest – bringing, as I trust they do, some spark of thrill and vicarious excitement into our drab and worried lives.
Lastly, there is the question of Sherlock Holmes’ comment, set down in The Adventure of the Illustrious Client, which took place some ten or eleven years after the Reichenbach incident. Readers of the previous chronicles will recall that Moriarty describes in some detail how Colonel Sebastian Moran met his fate, yet in The Illustrious Client, Holmes says ‘If your man is more dangerous than the late Professor Moriarty, or the living Colonel Sebastian Moran, then he is indeed worth meeting.’
Regarding this, one can only point to the fact that Watson describes Holmes as prefacing this remark with a smile. So we can now, perhaps, judge the depths of irony in that smile, and appreciate Holmes’ jest in investing life in one who he knew was dead, and … possibly death in one who he knew was living. I have no way of knowing, for the remains of the journals have yet to be deciphered.
GLOSSARY
area-diving A method of theft which necessitates sneaking down area steps and stealing from the lower rooms of houses.
blag To snatch; usually a blag is a theft, often smash and grab, but applied to any theft in a public place.
broadsman Card sharper.
buck cabbie A dishonest cab driver.
cash-carrier Ponce, or whore’s minder.
Chapel, The Whitechapel.
chink Money.
cracksman A housebreaker; burglar; safe-breaker.
crib A house, room, shop, brothel, etc., often used by the criminal fraternity to denote a place or building to be burgled.
crimping shop Barbary Coast boarding house, mainly associated with the practice of forcibly impressing, or shanghaiing, sailors.
crow A look-out (particularly for a burglar).
demander One who demands money with menaces.
dipper Pickpocket.
esclop Policeman. Backslang, though the c is never pronounced and the e often omitted.
Family, The The criminal underworld. (Viz. Tait’s Magazine, April 1841. ‘The Family … The generic name for thieves, pickpockets, gamblers, housebreakers, et hoc genus omne’.)
gonoph Minor thief.
growler A four-wheeled cab.
Haymarket Hector Prostitute’s bully, or ‘minder’: applied to those who worked in the neighbourhood of the Haymarket and Leicester Square.
lakin Wife.
lamps Eyes.
London particular A thick London fog or ‘pea-souper’.
Lump Hotel The Workhouse.
lurker Strictly speaker, a professional beggar. Here it is used to denote beggars and confidence men in Moriarty’s employ as spies, watchers and purveyors of intelligence.
macer A cheat.
magsman An inferior cheat.
mark Victim – usually intended victim of prostitute or confidence trickster.
mobsman Swindler, pickpocket working with a gang or mob.
mug-hunter A street robber or footpad. Hence contemporary mugging.
mumper Beggar or, more possibly by this time, a scrounger.
nobbler One who nobbles, i.e. criminal used for the express purpose of inflicting grievous bodily harm.
palmer Shop-lifter.
pigeon Victim.
punisher Superior nobbler, employed to inflict severe beating.
rampsman, ramper A tearaway, a hoodlum.
ream Superior; good.
roller A thief who steals from drunks, or a prostitute who steals from her clients.
screwing Burglary, usually by using false or skeleton keys.
shivering Jemmy One who practises the art of begging while partially clothed.
slap-bang shop A night cellar frequented by thieves and where no credit is given.
snoozer A thief who specializes in robbing hotel guests while they sleep.
star-glazing Cutting out a pane of glass to gain access to a door or window catch.
starving Device used by beggars, or lurkers; posing as one in need of food.
tooler Superior pickpocket.
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