Intrigue aside, welcome back, Allan.
On Oct 3, 12:54 am, archytas <[email protected]> wrote: > I saw only a fleeting glimpse pass in the shadows. SH himself had > taught me gait analysis and I was stunned. Hadn't I seen him fall at > Reichmodator Falls on that dark day of English mid-summer? I followed > immediately, expecting the shambling figure to stop at one of the many > opium dens in Deadwood's dockland. In one bound he was aboard a > steamer heaving away from an old broken jetty and I raced to join him > hoping my special senior citizen footware would cushion me when I hit > the deck. My knees were still issuing severe pain messages to my > brain as Heretic whispered 'have you got your revolver Watson, the > game's afoot'. It later transpired that Moriarty had slipped to his > doom at Reichmodator owing to his criminal failure to wear the stout, > cushion-soled brogues all grumpy old crimefighters have as standard > issue. Seizing on the moment, Heretic had removed the Professor's > brothel creepers and gone undercover as a night-soil operative in > Deadwood's tenderloin. We were now on the trail of a vicious gang of > Chinese talcum powder smugglers ... > > Welcome back Allan.
