Episode 3

"Holmes!" I cried."Is it really you? Can it indeed be that you are alive? Is it possible that you succeeded in climbing out of that awful abyss?""Wait a moment," said he."Are you sure that you are really fit to discuss things? I have given you a serious shock by my unnecessarily dramatic reappearance.""I am all right, but indeed, Holmes, I can hardly believe my eyes.Good heavens, to think that you -- you of all men --should be standing in my study!" Again I gripped him by the sleeve and felt the thin, sinewy arm beneath it."Well, you're not a spirit, anyhow," said I."My dear chap, I am overjoyed to see you.Sit down and tell me how you came alive out of that dreadful chasm."He sat opposite to me and lit a cigarette in his old nonchalant manner.He was dressed in the seedy frock-coat of the book merchant, but the rest of that individual lay in a pile of white hair and old books upon the table.Holmes looked even thinner and keener than of old, but there was a dead-white tinge in his aquiline face which told me that his life recently had not been a healthy one.

"I am glad to stretch myself, Watson," said he."It is no joke when a tall man has to take a foot off his stature for several hours on end.Now, my dear fellow, in the matter of these explanations we have, if I may ask for your co-operation, a hard and dangerous night's work in front of us.Perhaps it would be better if I gave you an account of the whole situation when that work is finished.""I am full of curiosity.I should much prefer to hear now.""You'll come with me to-night?"

"When you like and where you like."

"This is indeed like the old days.We shall have time for a mouthful of dinner before we need go.Well, then, about that chasm.I had no serious difficulty in getting out of it, for the very simple reason that I never was in it.""You never were in it?"

"No, Watson, I never was in it.My note to you was absolutely genuine.I had little doubt that I had come to the end of my career when I perceived the somewhat sinister figure of the late Professor Moriarty standing upon the narrow pathway which led to safety.I read an inexorable purpose in his grey eyes.

I exchanged some remarks with him, therefore, and obtained his courteous permission to write the short note which you afterwards received.I left it with my cigarette-box and my stick and I walked along the pathway, Moriarty still at my heels.When I reached the end I stood at bay.He drew no weapon, but he rushed at me and threw his long arms around me.

He knew that his own game was up, and was only anxious to revenge himself upon me.We tottered together upon the brink of the fall.I have some knowledge, however, of baritsu, or the Japanese system of wrestling, which has more than once been very useful to me.I slipped through his grip, and he with a horrible scream kicked madly for a few seconds and clawed the air with both his hands.But for all his efforts he could not get his balance, and over he went.With my face over the brink I saw him fall for a long way.Then he struck a rock, bounded off, and splashed into the water."I listened with amazement to this explanation, which Holmes delivered between the puffs of his cigarette.

"But the tracks!" I cried."I saw with my own eyes that two went down the path and none returned.""It came about in this way.The instant that the Professor had disappeared it struck me what a really extraordinarily lucky chance Fate had placed in my way.I knew that Moriarty was not the only man who had sworn my death.There were at least three others whose desire for vengeance upon me would only be increased by the death of their leader.They were all most dangerous men.One or other would certainly get me.On the other hand, if all the world was convinced that I was dead they would take liberties, these men, they would lay themselves open, and sooner or later I could destroy them.Then it would be time for me to announce that I was still in the land of the living.

So rapidly does the brain act that I believe I had thought this all out before Professor Moriarty had reached the bottom of the Reichenbach Fall.

"I stood up and examined the rocky wall behind me.In your picturesque account of the matter, which I read with great interest some months later, you assert that the wall was sheer.

This was not literally true.A few small footholds presented themselves, and there was some indication of a ledge.The cliff is so high that to climb it all was an obvious impossibility, and it was equally impossible to make my way along the wet path without leaving some tracks.I might, it is true, have reversed my boots, as I have done on similar occasions, but the sight of three sets of tracks in one direction would certainly have suggested a deception.On the whole, then, it was best that Ishould risk the climb.It was not a pleasant business, Watson.

The fall roared beneath me.I am not a fanciful person, but I give you my word that I seemed to hear Moriarty's voice screaming at me out of the abyss.A mistake would have been fatal.

More than once, as tufts of grass came out in my hand or my foot slipped in the wet notches of the rock, I thought that I was gone.

But I struggled upwards, and at last I reached a ledge several feet deep and covered with soft green moss, where I could lie unseen in the most perfect comfort.There I was stretched when you, my dear Watson, and all your following were investigating in the most sympathetic and inefficient manner the circumstances of my death.

"At last, when you had all formed your inevitable and totally erroneous conclusions, you departed for the hotel and I was left alone.I had imagined that I had reached the end of my adventures, but a very unexpected occurrence showed me that there were surprises still in store for me.A huge rock, falling from above, boomed past me, struck the path, and bounded over into the chasm.