Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 29, 2017 12:35:20 GMT -5
"This can't be... no... it's not possible" Gunnarson said as he observed the crime scene.
"Surely you can't be serious? Even with the consistencies, it still doesn't make any sense" Hartley explained.
"I don't want to believe it, but the evidence is clear... James Moriarty has returned" Gunnarson said grimly.
"How is that even possible? He would be over 100 today!" Hartley pointed out.
"Exactly, and yet the evidence... I need to go to the library" Gunnarson declared.
"Why?"
"Holmes' stories are known because of the memoirs of his friend Dr Watson; Watson felt they would be good reads and commissioned a gentleman named Arthur Conan Doyle to take his notes and diaries and write them into stories. The Final Problem... I have a gut feeling it will have clues that could help us" Gunnarson explained.
"Worth a shot" Hartley said, shrugging.
Gunnarson soon found himself at a local library, reading The Final Problem in order to determine what clues the story could hold.
"Yes... the Reichenbach Falls. It's a long shot, but just maybe, we'll find our answers there" Gunnarson explained.
"What do you mean?" Hartley asked.
"Hartley... I'm going to Switzerland"
.......
It had taken a boat trip and several train rides, but at last Gunnarson arrived in Switzerland, at the Reichenbach Falls. He spent many hours looking over the place,in particular where Moriarty and Holmes fell all those years ago. Gunnarson kept investigating the falls and found nothing, until suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He fell to the ground in pain... he had been shot.
"Who could have..." Gunnarson began
"At last we meet, Adolf Gunnarson" a man said as he walked up to him. He was an older, bald man in an overcoat and was holding a cane... but he held his cane like a gun.
"No... it can't be... how are you alive?! You fell off these very falls!" Gunnarson shouted.
"Legends don't die, Gunnarson. Men however, do. I may have messed up when I failed to kill Holmes, but I will not mess up this time. How fitting that you will fall in the exact same place Holmes did all those years ago..." Moriarty said as he raised his cane again to finish him off.
Gunnarson knew it was impossible... he really did. And yet, the bald head... the overcoat... the cane gun... standing right there, about to finish him off, was the mastermind himself... the legend... Professor James Moriarty.
"Surely you can't be serious? Even with the consistencies, it still doesn't make any sense" Hartley explained.
"I don't want to believe it, but the evidence is clear... James Moriarty has returned" Gunnarson said grimly.
"How is that even possible? He would be over 100 today!" Hartley pointed out.
"Exactly, and yet the evidence... I need to go to the library" Gunnarson declared.
"Why?"
"Holmes' stories are known because of the memoirs of his friend Dr Watson; Watson felt they would be good reads and commissioned a gentleman named Arthur Conan Doyle to take his notes and diaries and write them into stories. The Final Problem... I have a gut feeling it will have clues that could help us" Gunnarson explained.
"Worth a shot" Hartley said, shrugging.
Gunnarson soon found himself at a local library, reading The Final Problem in order to determine what clues the story could hold.
"Yes... the Reichenbach Falls. It's a long shot, but just maybe, we'll find our answers there" Gunnarson explained.
"What do you mean?" Hartley asked.
"Hartley... I'm going to Switzerland"
.......
It had taken a boat trip and several train rides, but at last Gunnarson arrived in Switzerland, at the Reichenbach Falls. He spent many hours looking over the place,in particular where Moriarty and Holmes fell all those years ago. Gunnarson kept investigating the falls and found nothing, until suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He fell to the ground in pain... he had been shot.
"Who could have..." Gunnarson began
"At last we meet, Adolf Gunnarson" a man said as he walked up to him. He was an older, bald man in an overcoat and was holding a cane... but he held his cane like a gun.
"No... it can't be... how are you alive?! You fell off these very falls!" Gunnarson shouted.
"Legends don't die, Gunnarson. Men however, do. I may have messed up when I failed to kill Holmes, but I will not mess up this time. How fitting that you will fall in the exact same place Holmes did all those years ago..." Moriarty said as he raised his cane again to finish him off.
Gunnarson knew it was impossible... he really did. And yet, the bald head... the overcoat... the cane gun... standing right there, about to finish him off, was the mastermind himself... the legend... Professor James Moriarty.