Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 22

 

22. 

 

“Ms. Kewala, I thought we were to go to Farrington." Ngamba, who was leading the Waziri warriors, approached the lady. He was dressed in the simple tunic and pants with sandals for his footwear. He had retained his rungu in the backpack.

“My mistake there, Ngamba. I was to say Farringdon.” Mindy looked to the street there. Farringdon was a booming area of London; the station then was a bustling hub of the Metropolitan Railway, the world's first underground railway. The steam trains were fully established, connecting commuters from suburbs like Paddington to the city. Due to the high frequency of trains, the area was often plagued by soot and smoke. The nearby Smithfield meat market was a hive of activity. That area was also populated by the African community, which stretched to the surrounding Clerkenwell area of London; it was small but established, existing with other broader, low-income Victorian communities. The mix of individuals from across the African diaspora, including African and Afro-Caribbean individuals who worked in various London trades.

“Are you uncomfortable, Ngamba? These are our people too.” Mindy looked at the Waziri warrior.

“No offense, Ms. Kewala. I hardly travelled out of the estate.” Ngamba looked to the community there. He then looked to the others.

“Be on alert.”

“Do not worry, Ngamba. My chamber is up ahead.” Mindy led the way across the street and then two blocks on; she took the alley in between the buildings. Ngamba looked at the surroundings. Instead of tall trees and canopied leaves, he saw concentrated structures with overhanging cables and stagnant smog.

“Here we are.” Mindy stopped at the doorway. She took out a key and unlocked the door. She went in first. Megmu, the other lady in the group, took entry, followed by another named Korak.

“Yarty, stay on guard here.” Ngamba held the last of the warriors back. “We will be fast.”

Fast was the reaction felt by those who stepped in. Megmu, who had stepped in, was slashed at the chest and dropped forward. Korak saw the attack had stepped to the left. He unslung the knapsack and deflected the slash at him. He reached into the backpack to remove the rungu, but another to his left had slashed the side of his neck. Ngamba, who was behind Korak, had his knapsack unslung and reached his rungu. He was facing two assailants then, with Ms. Kewala seen at the rear of the chamber.

“Bundolo!” (Kill) Ngamba called out. He eyed the two assailants there, dressed in black and holding short swords.

“Hai!” The assailant on the left charged at Ngamba, who sidestepped the downward swing of the katana blade. Ngamba had his body turned and swung the rungu hard at the back of the assailant. It impacted just below the back of the neck. The assailant staggered to the right side, wobbling in the steps, and then fell to the flooring.

“Bundolo!” Ngamba went for the killing blow on the back of the head, but he had to sidestep when the other assailant did a front thrust of the sword at him. Ngamba felt the sword had pierced his left side of the chest, but it was not fatal. He swung the rungu in a right swing at the second assailant who had stepped back. Ngamba retreated holding the wound on his chest.

“Hai!” The second assailant charged at Ngamba with the sword held in the right hand, and on his left hand, he had on the dagger drawn from his waist belt. The assailant went in for the kill move at the neck, and Ngamba took his rungu with both hands, holding it. He swung the rungu at the assailant right, and at the last moment, he twisted his wrist to divert the blow to the side of the lower chest.

It worked, for the assailant was hurt by the low blow and fell to the side. Ngamba was to follow on with the deadly blow to the head when the bullet impacted his chest. He looked to the shooter.

“Ms. Kewala…" Ngamba muttered.

It was then that Yarty rushed in and was shot in the face by the lady. Mindy Kewala then stepped over the Waziri warriors, making sure they were dead.

“You are not a bad shot after all.” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod stood at the doorway holding the sabre and revolver. “Get the papers and we can leave.”

“The others…" Mindy looked at the two assailants.

“Done!” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod plunged the sabre into the back of the neck of both assailants. Mindy rushed to collect the papers and then fled the scene with the lieutenant

.It was a successful operation, but they overlooked the condition of the lady warrior. Megmu, wounded, had crawled to the doorway and was met by the neighbours there.

“Nisaidie” (Help me), Megmu called out in Swahili (Kiswahili), the Bantu language spoken by millions across East Africa. Meanwhile, Sherlock Holmes was in deep thought on the case. He had picked up the violin but did not string the chords. He was still trying to piece the puzzle together on the people he assumed were involved.

Mindy Kewala was seen in London according to his boys, but her destination was unknown. The boys reported her being with a group of her own people. The boys were not familiar with the different ethnicities but called them "Zulus," the term used to describe any African descent then. It may be referenced to the Battle of Isandlwana in 1879: The Zulus achieved a stunning victory, wiping out over 1,300 British troops—a major blow to British prestige.

Sherlock knew that the group was Waziri, but why was Mindy back in London?

“Greystokes ……. How deep is your involvement?”

The Oni Society is the other puzzle; how deep was Doctor Mitsui Ogata involved? He knew of the Oni Society and had wondered about the role of the doctor, now presumed dead, but it was made known to him by Doctor John Watson that it was Sukimora who was there.

“So, where are you, Doctor?”

The minister was killed on the presumption of his link to the treasury functions, but there was a reference to mining. Brian Leeson was a successful miner before, and why did he join the exchequer and get killed? How much does he know and with whom? The mining rights in the Congo were one weak link, but with the numerous deaths related, more doubts were surfacing

“Congo mining?”

Then it came to his baffling message: the prefix M. Well, it will mean Moriarty, but he may be wrong. The trail of the message was that it came from the PM’s office, but it baffled him why Armstrong wanted him to be involved. He was tasked by the prime minister before to find a stolen, potentially war-triggering letter, forcing him to navigate high-level political secrets. Or recover stolen submarine blueprints vital to British national security. He did once investigate the theft of a crucial treaty, preventing a diplomatic incident that would have embarrassed the government. All in, he did serve the interests of the Crown, but most often managed his workings with the assistance of his brother.

“M may not be Moriarty, but someone else.”

Mycroft is not off the link; he is family, but his methodology was at times tangent to his brother's. Mycroft's involvement here may be more than a liaison from the Foreign Office; he brought in Nayland Smith, and well, he spent more time at the chamber of his than he did at the club.

“Who are you, Mycroft?”

“Hello, old boy. I am back.” Mycroft stepped into the living chamber of his brother. He was dressed in his usual tweeds and sported an envelope

.“I had requested Mrs. Hudson for the afternoon tea with a generous helping of marmalade for the scones.” Mycroft sat down at the seat reserved for Watson. “I heard you missed your lunch. Anything the matter?”

“Where is Watson?” Mycroft was full of questions.

“One, I was not hungry during lunch.” Sherlock looked at the violin. It helped him in his moments to think, but his other inducement was cocaine; it could inhibit the urge to eat and the accumulation of these neurotransmitters that leads to euphoria, high energy, and intense alertness.

“Two, Watson may be back in this countryside.” His boys reported that they lost Watson in the streets.

“Three, I am in need of time to think. The death of the minister and, of course, Sukimora.” Sherlock sighed. “A good exponent of the physical arts.”

“So much to consider…" Sherlock brought his violin bow to his forehead.

“Well, I have more bad news.” Mycroft handed over the envelope. “Mindy Kewala is seen at Farringdon and then seen leaving with one lieutenant, leaving a trail of bodies in the chamber there, supposedly leased to Ms. Mindy.”

“Bravo, Mycroft. You could read those syllables without losing a single breath.” Sherlock looked at the other. “Mindy’s eluded us, and the Lieutenant may be piecing the puzzle pieces. Tell me…"

“Argh …... my headache aches. I need my medication.” Sherlock walked to his personal chamber and then stopped. “What do you know of Ian Masterson and his …….”

“Done that. Lieutenant Gavin McLeod was assigned to watch over Ms. Mindy ever since she arrived. I was to find out that he is related to Minister Leeson from his wife’s side, a third cousin’s son, and unknown to us, he is also related to Ian Masterson, the stepson of Mrs. Masterson's previous marriage.

“Wild sows, they were.” Sherlock laughed and then grabbed his head with his hands. “That hurts.”

“I think they will take offense to that, Shelly.” Mycroft cut in. “Anyway, the information was not relevant as no one checked it. Presumably then.”

“However, now the game is afloat……. Your words, Shelly. We dug and found out more about it. Ian Masterson was involved with Leeson in mining in the Congo, an exploration some many years back on the edge of the Congo basin, and suddenly he requested the transfer to the Far East. It was logged in that Ian had travelled extensively to northern China and … to Japan.”

“There were reports of him meeting Doctor Mitsui Ogata, filed as miscellaneous for there was no alert raised. While he was there, he also got into the involvement of Emperor Fu Manchu; obvious.”

“An omission of yours. Never too late.” Sherlock turned towards the window. “I can hear the carriages arrived.”

“Ah, Nayland is here and so is the good doctor, Watson. I knew those footsteps well.”

 

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 21

21.

 

Professor Moriarty's personal residence was in Pimlico, but he was mostly at the university campus, where he maintained a small chamber to call his restful area. It was a sparse chamber with the single bed and the privy, with the corner adorned with the kitchen top and drawers. He had returned to get a change of clothes. The university was kind to allow him a place to rest, but the amenities stopped there.

The professor let himself in and took his bag of sodden clothes to the kitchen area. His housekeeper, Mrs. Melois, will come over once a week to do the cleanup and his laundry. He had walked in with his walking cane and then proceeded to his study area. That was his personal sanctum for him to think. He picked up the glass and poured himself a huge glass of sherry. He took a huge gulp and then approached the drawing board that was fixed to the wall near the window. He started his notation of the variables.

‘Treasury’

‘Japan’

‘Doctor Mitsui Ogata’

‘Sherlock’

‘Oni Society’

“You may want to include my name.” The voice was behind the professor. Professor Moriarty turned and saw the intruder into his home.

“Doctor John Watson. Why am I not surprised?”

“Good day, Moriarty.” The man known as John Watson approached the other at the board.

“How did…. Ignore my curiosity, Doctor.” The professor stepped to the working desk of his at the study. “I do not invite guests to my home here in particular.”

“I am aware. You have three guards on the house opposite and one other as your right neighbour." Watson stepped to the seat in front of the desk. “I am an ex-assassin, as you may be aware, and stealth is my expertise.”

“You have your…expertise, which I was told declined since you retired to the countryside.”

“A scenario I portrayed to elude my enemies. It is difficult to leash my expertise, for I am who I was. Anyway, your neighbour is fast asleep, courtesy of the drug I induced into him. A burly cockney but lacking the ferocity of the bulldog. We nocked and exchanged some blows, but he does lack practice. Once done, I have learned from Holmes to position him so the others can see him but are unaware of his condition.”

“Surely, the former regimental best cannot be deceived so easily.” The professor towards the window.

“I had known that. I had to give them a lesson in opioid drugs, courtesy of Holmes. It was enough to intoxicate them for a restful evening. Men of the regiment also love their ale from the barrel. I was the lucky one to deliver that this morning. The efforts of Holmes to coach me in disguise helped. Who denies the barrel man in his weekly delivery?"

“Bravo, Doctor Watson. I am impressed.” The professor moved to the board and scribbled the new name there with his right hand while his left hand rested on the edge of the board.

“Oh, Professor. I removed the gun behind the board. And given your untimely urge to drink, I believe the word "opioid" may be registered with you as a variable.”

“You also poisoned my drink, Doctor. I am awed by your brashness. I am not a fighter like yourself.” Professor Moriarty lowered the glass.

“A good shooter, if I am to recall of yourself. Your bi-weekly visit to the shooting range may elude many, but Holmes told me of your skills there. Was it a Bulldog design? Small and compact is that design.”

“Now tell me why you are here. We hardly meet in the dark.” Professor Moriarty stepped away from the drawing board.

“I am, for one, attacked by an assassin of oriental origin when I was to head home. I was then dragged into the case of the murdered minister and followed up on the death of one emissary. Honestly, I am not keen.”

“Shed the cover, Doctor. We know why you were targeted. One, the assassin was not mine; as if I ever knew, there would be none. I will have you kept intact. Better to keep one’s own enemy alive till they are done. And you are not done yet with my variables. However, your silent role with the Oni Society was made known to me for some time. I believed Holmes knew that too. It was no coincidence that you were involved.”

“I think the subtlety of denial will not be needed.” Doctor John Watson looked at the professor. “I was approached by the Oni Society a year ago after I went into retirement. I will not deny nor confirm my participation in their tasks, if any. They do pay well, but I am a retired assassin and now a simple countryside healer. I do not kill for money.”

“However, the murders of the three persons are assumed to be the work of the Oni Society; the mode of the kill does not surprise me. But it came to my attention that it was not the works of the Oni Society but one other named the Yomi Demons.”

“Yomi Demons?”

“Do not patronize me, Professor. You knew of the Yomi Demons, but how deep are they involved? The latter is working with some other person or persons that want to establish here. and to get the mining rights. It was to fund their treasury. You knew that too. They had approached me. I declined. They do not like to be rejected. Now, they may be sorting out the loose ends.”

“Viola! The new variables make the formulation more challenging.” Professor Moriarty laughed. “You did not surprise me, Doctor. You amazed me here. You will make a good mathematician.”

“Among other skills. I am baffled by your role. You are a bystander to me. Or perhaps I am wrong.” Doctor John Watson approached the board. He wrote on it the name "Professor Moriarty." “Sometimes, we tend to see the variables but never the ones that may be us."

“Then I will add in your name, Doctor Watson.” Professor Moriarty wrote the name on the board.

“Tell me, Professor. Why did you meet the doctor at the café?” Watson asked. “You have your informants, as do I."

“I am intrigued. You have never been an exponent of mine. I met the doctor because …… I have interest in the mining rights in Africa and the Yomi Demons, whom I was approached to be their adviser here in London. It was never made known, even to my associate, Colonel Moran.”

“You do not trust the Colonel?” Doctor John Watson asked.

“Trust is not the same as personal rewards. I am to retire soon, and all I have here is to be handed down to the colonel. However, I am to have a personal treasury of mine. What did they say in economics: "inflationary factors.” Professor Moriarty added another name to the board: Ian Masterson.

“Ian Masteron was to give me the full report on the mining. He, rather unfortunately, died… or rather went missing at sea.” Professor Moriarty looked at the doctor. “In my world, missing and dead are two distinct variables.”

“Are you indicating to me that Ian Masterson may not be dead?” Doctor John Watson asked.

“Nothing is fixed in the mathematical question until we equate it out.” Professor Moriarty smiled. “Like yourself, you were not a variable until now. I am ……”

“I should have assumed. Ian Masterson knew of the mining reports. He was in China and may have made arrangements with the Oni Society to get the mining done in the Congo. He was to return here to consolidate his reports and not report to the ministry.”

“You are misdirected, Doctor. It is not an incision but a suture needed. Ian Masterson was to meet the one who knew more on the mining, and the minister was a removable variable. He had done his part to piece together the missing puzzles and was removed. Minister Leeson was killed by the Yomi Demons, as far as I know. They had to remove him, for he knew enough to implicate them. Mindy Kewala is the next piece, for she held the reports. She is missing now.”

“She is with the Greystokes.” Doctor John Watson said.

“Is she? My network mentioned that she left recently. I am implying that she may know more than you may know.” Professor Moriarty added the name Mindy Kewala.

“And, Doctor Watson. May I inform you that Ian Masterson may be in London. Or Liverpool. He is elusive. Or the other person. The old man. He may be feeble, but his mind works well. Do not underestimate the old man.”

“And please leave by the front door. Colonel Moran will not shoot you yet. He just wants to see you leave. However, he does value your solution to his field of security more than me. He just signalled me from the opposite house. He is there with a team of his own.” Professor Moriarty smiled. “Doctor, I am a careful man. I do travel with my personal guards.”

“And my regards to Sherlock Holmes. I hope he sleeps well every night.” Doctor Watson ignored the man, and walked out.

“However, I do not need to share my thoughts with them on my variables.” Professor Moriarty left alone then wiped the board of the names. “All I need is my beautiful mind. Cheers, Holmes. May yours be clear too.”

 

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 20

 

20.

 

Epping Forest is a huge area of ancient woodland and other established habitats, which straddles the border between Greater London and Essex. It lies on a ridge between the valleys of the rivers Lea and Roding. It contains areas of woodland, grassland, heath, streams, bogs, and ponds, and its elevation and thin gravelly soil (the result of glaciation) historically made it less suitable for agriculture. It was designated a royal forest, meaning that only the monarch had the right to hunt deer.

“I would expect this to be Sherwood Forest, as we cannot hunt deer here.” The man approached the other, who stood by the tree lines there, canopied by the thick leaves above on the branches. The one addressed turned and did a bow to the one who approached him.

“Sensei, I am relieved to see you.” Ito Matsuke bowed to the Senior Member of the Oni Society. “I thought you had…"

“As I am relieved to be alive.” Doctor Mitsui Ogato smiled. He was dressed in the tweed three-piece and had on the black leather shoes. His face was partially covered by the homburg that he wore there.

“They found a body in the chamber. Who was it in the chamber?” Ito Matsuke asked. He was dressed in the dark Manchurian-design jacket, buttoned to the neck, and matching pants with dark shoes. He also carried a dark blue duffle bag that was lengthy.

“I am surprised that you want to know. I will tell you anyway. It was the military attaché, Kataka Sukimora. He was a disciple of mine, sent here two years ago to check on the rebels within the Oni Society. They called themselves the Yomi Demons.

“He met me there with that concern. I also queried him on the three missing disciples, whose deaths he told me were unclear, but it could be the works of the Yomi Demons. I assumed it was the local crime lord, but Professor Moriarty denied it.”

“I will avenge their deaths.” Ito Matsuke voiced out.

“Ito, we are in London, and we must respect the local laws and culture. We cannot declare ourselves like a wild fire.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata took a few steps to stand beside the local emissary. “How long were you posted here?”

“Three years, ten months. Short of four years here. Every day, I crave to go home," Ito replied. “London is not like Osaka. The everyday commotion is all rushing, and no one tells you sorry for knocking into you.”

“You are well remunerated, Ito?”

“Yes. I was. I am also made to keep an eye on the Oni Society’s interest.” Ito smiled. “It was not much then, but of late, the interest has become diverse. The Yomi Demons ……"

“The treasury functions and the numerous transfers of money to the banks. It raised queries.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata stood there. “The last were the mining reports. It represented great interest to us, even back in Tokyo.”

“The geologist, Edward Thorne, and Ian Kingsley from Thames University. And Daniel Jones. They were our recruited members. The rebels may have gotten to them to stop them from reporting, and Ian Masterson was mine. He was a good friend and was with Minister Leeson when they were in Africa. He got news on the mining reports while in Shanghai, intercepted it, and was to report to London. He was a double agent.”

“The three were killed by whom, and our operatives were sent, and yet they were deemed dead. The only operative sent to kill Ian Masterson was on my instruction, and more deaths were assumed when the steamer he was on sank in open seas.”

“I pray for their deaths. They may have died for the society." Doctor Mitsui Ogata sighed. “Ian Masterson was a good friend, but still a Gaikokujin (外国人, "outside country person"), the Oni Society comes first. The mining intrigued me, and I decided to come to London on the pretext of discussing treasury functions, which I am well versed in. But my other intention was to find the killers. They are linked here to London.”

 

 

 

 

“Everything happened so fast. The minister was killed, which was baffling as it happened the day I was in London. And then Mindy Kewala went missing; she was the key to the mining rights. Apparently, she had the know-how and data on the mining there. Doctor Mitsui Ogata sighed. “I was equally surprised to meet Sherlock Holmes there. His brother, Mycroft, was expected as the Foreign Office liaison, but why Sherlock? I did not know who invited him.”

“Could the mining reports linked them all?” Ito Matsuke asked.

“It does, but how baffles me. And then I got to meet Professor Moriarty. He is the local crime lord. He told me more baffling news.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata looked at the trees. “Beautiful forest, like the Sea of Trees in Aokigahara. Have you been there? We had a training there once, you and me with a few others.”

The other remained silent.

“The forest has a historical reputation as a home to yūrei: ghosts of the dead in Japanese mythology. You may not be familiar with that. I took yearly visits there to improve on my wisdom and skills.”

"この世に偶然なんてないわ。あるのは必然だけ。" ((Kono yo ni guuzen nante nai wa. Aru no wa hitsuzen dake." Doctor Mitsui Ogata said. "There is no such thing as coincidence in this world. There is only inevitability.”

“Yes, you taught me that, Sensei. Everything happens for a reason, and events are connected by fate or karma.” The disciple spoke then. “I am forever grateful.”

“Then tell me what I may know but not say." Doctor Mitsui Ogata looked at the disciple.

“I, Ito Matsuke, am thankful to the Sensei for this guidance and teaching. However, I ……”

"Have I learned to be a better man than myself?” Doctor Mitsui Ogata continued his stare at the disciple.

“Yes, 'Oubaitori' (桜梅桃李) (a Japanese concept inspired by the cherry, plum, peach, and apricot trees, reminding that everyone has their own timeline to bloom and should not compare their growth to others). “I have become my own when I left your side.” Ito Matsuke replied. “I saw a new vision for the nation, the people, and for ……"

“And for yourself, Ito.”

“Yes, the Meiji Empire. It needed a new…. Generation to grow.” Ito Matsuke looked at the trees. “The trees here are old, and one day they will need to make way for new growths. Maybe our cherry blossom will be here.”

“There is a reason why the cherry blossom is not grown here, Ito. It is our heritage; as we do not grow as White Ash is to this country, we have our own ash tree. They may not look the same, but they held their own features.”

“Yet, we are here to learn from them treasury functions?” Ito challenged back. “And our mining wealth too?”

“No, we are not. We are sharing our knowledge, and while we learn, they do from us. It is called education," Doctor Mitsui Ogata replied. “As I have spoken, I am here not for the mining but to investigate the deaths of some of our operatives. Namely the rebels who are here. Which is the matter here.”

“My apologies, Sensei.” Ito Matsuke bowed to the other.

“Ito, why was Kataka Sukimora killed?” Doctor Mitsui Ogata's tone was direct. “Be true, my young protégé.”

“He was to tell you about me.” Ito Matsuke replied. “Sukimora…"

“He was sent here to assist you.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata cut in. “He was my…"

“Your informant on us is the Yomi Demons. I knew when he was keen to join us, the Yomi Demons. That is those among those who were from the Oni Society.” Ito Matsuke looked at the man he regarded as his sensei. “You placed another to oversee me when I am the senior. And he was to tell on my involvement with the Yomi demons."

“I knew you were a member of the Yomi Demons. However, Kataka Sukimora was my student and a member of the Oni Society, but he does not report to me.”

“I do not understand, Sensei.” Ito Matsuke was baffled.

“Within the Oni Society, I am seen as a threat to some, for I am the senior. I am the protégé of Lord Age Yomiuri, and we saw this rebellion building up, and I took the opportunity to come here to find the Yomi Demons members here, and yet they found me instead. They had acted after I left Osaka. Lord Age Yomura was dead the day I left Osaka. I am also marked and deemed to be a ronin now.”

“Lord Yomiuri dead? We were not informed.” Ito Matsuke bowed to the news.

“Unimportant now. I was given a task to find the Yomi Demons here by my Lord.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata looked at the man he regarded as his disciple.

“I understand, Sensei, but let me explain some things that you missed.” Ito Matsuke looked back at the man. “Kataka Sukimora did not know of the bomb that was in the bag. He only knew that he was to bring it there and leave after handling the message.”

“That means I killed the man in anger.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata bowed his head. “Atonement (Shokuzai)……” The concept of taking responsibility for actions is frequently seen in voluntary apologies and public humiliation to make amends. “I will do it after I have done my task.”

“It was I who detonated the bomb set at twenty minutes soon after he was to enter your chamber.” Ito Matsuke looked to his waist pocket. “I told him there was a grappling rope to the chamber below. He was to exit there and from there to the next meeting place. When he reached there, I was to kill him and place the fault on him as a traitor.”

“And I killed the man who was still loyal to the Oni Society.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata sighed. “In war, we cannot contain all the killings.”

“Yes, it is what you told us then.” Ito Matsuke bowed to the sensei. “Why did I have the agents killed, which you did not ask of me? But Sukimora was not sincere. He was working with the Germans against us.”

“In our line of works, we are all expendable. And greed over our loyalty.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata nodded. “As the need for the treasury to accumulate, it does not matter how it can be done.”

“Treasury?” Ito Matsuke asked.

“The nation and sometimes our own. For the nation. The mining option in the Congo was too far for us to exploit. It was a diversion for me to meet Minister Leeson. We were already focusing on Manchuria and the northern lands of China. Why would we exploit something so far away? I came here on my task to check on the rebels.”

“What about Moriarty?” Ito Matsuke asked. “You did not ask.”

“Moriarty, yes…. Tell me there. That was one unsolved riddle. And why Sherlock?”

“Sensei, the man was placed there because of me. I got my informant, who told me that the PM’s office was to send the telegram and place M’s name there. He may think that Moriarty is involved. A diversion there.”

“The fog is lifting, but the trail ahead is still unseen clearly.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata smiled. “Your diversion may be your downfall. Mr. Holmes is a formidable opponent.”

“Anyway, I thank you for telling me of your involvement with Yomi Demons. You hold the right to your cause as I taught you to think independently.”

“I am obligated, Sensei.” Ito Matsuke bowed to the other. “The river stream may make its own flow where the water may flow. Join your flow with mine, Sensei, and offer me your guidance.”

“I am masterless now, Ito Matsuke. I am a ronin, but in my heart, my task for my master remains.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata looked at the trees. “Like the forest, the spirits here are free of their shackles, but they remain here, for this is their obligation. I have mine.”

“Are you to challenge me, Sensei?” Ito Matsuke stepped back holding the bag.

“No, Ito Matsuke. I am unarmed. You may keep your katana in the bag. I now know some of the puzzle pieces. I will find out more on the puzzle pieces. Our duel is delayed.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata turned and walked away.

 

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 19

 

19.

 

After their hefty meal, the trio retired to the armchairs, with Sherlock holding the violin. He was strumming the strings there when Mycroft asked him to stop.

“Be a jolly fellow and play Auld Lang Syne." Mycroft said.

“I was playing Cliffs of Maher. It is in Ireland," Sherlock said. “It is a lovely jig…"

“Was until you played.” Mycroft cut in. “Shall we discuss the case? I just got words from the office that the Greystokes estate was under attack late morning.”

“Any casualties?” Watson asked.

“A couple of assailants of the far eastern origin and one Waziri warrior.” Mycroft read the numbers from his head.

“Oni Society?” Sherlock lowered his violin. “I am……"

“Yes, Oni Society.” Mycroft said. “One of the intruders confessed. He was questioned…. I was told it was by the Waziri warriors. They are efficient in that.”

“Let us piece the puzzle now.” Sherlock cut in. “We have the so-named participants, the Oni Society? Who are they? A syndicate, as in with criminal intent? Let us recap.”

“The Oni Society was mentioned by Doctor Mitsui Ogata when he met us in London. Prior to this, there was no mention of it. I knew of the Oni Society, for they've been around in London for over five years or longer. Like many, they are migrants from the Far East.”

“Doctor Mitsui Ogata is here as a delegate of his government into the functions of the treasury, which in this requirement got Minister Leeson involved, but during the discussion we were diverted to the Oni Society.”

“Let us focus back on the Oni Society. Doctor Mitsui Ogata claimed in his words, "A network of intimidators, including criminal elements that are here to prevent their expansion.” Sherlock looked back into his memories. “The Oni Society was claimed to be managed by a group of influential names, including the military. Since then, they have eliminated over a dozen leaders here and in the Far East and held to their influence over more.”

“They are no different from the Bolsheviks, then.” Mycroft cut in.

“No, Mycroft. The Bolshevik, as a distinct political group, did not formally exist during the 1800s; there were some roots taking place then, but the real roots of the movement were established during the late 19th century through the development of Russian Marxism.” Sherlock corrected the other one. “Please do not look at this with a narrow focus as an anarchist movement."

“You did ask what that has to do with us." Sherlock looked at Mycroft. “Doctor Mitsui Ogata quoted a parable that Fu Manchu may be involved.”

“Fu Manchu is……. Retired. Nayland Smith was reassigned to this case.” Mycroft said.

“A diversion or a red herring here, I am unsure.” Sherlock looked at the other. “However, I have my information. Supernatural was mentioned. They are said to be cannibalistic or savages in their methods. Most Far East organizations I had investigated are that capable. It is in their operation mode. We tend to frown on it, but when has any killing been humane?”

“I asked for their real works from the doctor. He said they wanted colonization as we did, but it was not sanctioned. They are looking at alternatives. And you, Mycroft said we are the best teachers at it.”

“I did?” Mycroft was puzzled.

“I questioned the doctor on the assassins called the ninja. He denied them, as the Oni Society has its own. Then you, Mycroft, referenced the minister as a possible target. Why?”

“There was a reported threat, and it was true.” Mycroft affirmed his action. “The minister was killed by assailants that resembled the ones mentioned by the doctor.”

“That intrigued me. Why the Minister?” Sherlock looked at Mycroft. “Assuming the doctor knew that beforehand, why did he involve the minister in the discussion?”

“And what was the agenda that day?” Treasury functions? Which we did not touch on? Surely, the country needs the expertise of Minister Leeson if they are to create the treasury function.”

“Let us move on," Sherlock then placed his fingers at his forehead. “Minister Brian Lesson was in the exchequer, but his other field was mining.”

Sherlock looked at the fireplace. “He was previously the man who argued for coal price control. He was killed shortly that day.”

“Then the focus went to his aide, Mindy Kewala.” Sherlock continued.

“You did mention Moriarty. Nasty chap to be included.” Watson snapped in. It was Nayland Smith who stepped in.

“My apologies for being late. I was held up by some other matter.” Nayland took the seat next to Mycroft.

“I invited Nayland as he is adding me on the case. He is also familiar with the Far East operatives.” Mycroft looked at Watson. “He was also posted to India once.”

“I believe you were at the sea port.” Sherlock looked at the other.

“Yes, I missed the steamer that Charlie Song was on.” Nayland brushed the stains off this jacket.

“I am sorry you missed it. The train to the sea port is erratic at times. They prioritize the cargo trains to there," Sherlock said. “The sea salt on your jacket and shoes reveal your call.”

“Let us move on.” Sherlock looked at Mycroft. “Leave aside Moriarty. Let us focus on Mindy Kewala. She is the aide to the minister but doing the work of a geologist at best.”

“Why are we hiring geologists to work in the Treasury? An extra lining not reported to the prime minister?"

“Mindy was assisting the minister with my knowledge on the mining rights there in her Congo area. If it were done, it would add to our coffers here.” Mycroft smiled. “I was told of it just today when the staff revealed the works there. And she is not the mistress of the Minister. They work close and why is it so absurd to say that man in power have mistresses. I am without one.”

“We are aware of that," Watson cut in. “And Mindy Kewala took sanctuary with Lord Greystokes. Why?”

“The country home was invaded by persons unknown. The staff there was killed. And the lady was at the village to get supplies. She was informed by her guard, Lieutenant Gavin McLeod and on her advice took her to the Greystokes estate. She is a friend of Lady Greystokes.”

“Naturally.” Mycroft muttered. 

“And that was why the Greystokes estate was attacked? Was Ms. Kewala there?” Sherlock asked.

“No, she was not. Not even Lieutenant McLeod knew of her whereabouts. Lord Greystokes was not to tell. He is more stubborn than a baboon.” Mycroft said.

“Yes, baboons are considered extremely stubborn, persistent, and intelligent animals, particularly when searching for food or navigating human-dominated landscapes. John Greystokes told me so. But I am sure your reference to them was John did not like you, and so was the baboon we met as kids in the zoo.” Sherlock looked at his violin. “Memories ran deep inside me.”

“Anyway, I got the report from there. And added to that, I was not afraid of the baboon.” Mycroft corrected Sherlock. “It was the goose who chased after me.”

“I will assume she is not in hiding but running again, or to find what she has not.” Sherlock interjected in. “I meant Mindy Kewala.”

“That left us with Moriarty.” Sherlock looked at Watson. “Your question raised.”

“No, that is now my cue to speak. I was attacked on the train after leaving here. I have no knowledge of the killing, and yet I was targeted.” Watson sounded upset. “Why?”

“That is most intriguing.” Sherlock then looked at Nayland. “I believed you were too.”

“Yes, by old man Fu Manchu’s men, apparently. I was told by the old man that the case was more than met the eyes.” Nayland sighed.

“You sure did not meet his eyes when you eloped.” Mycroft smiled.

“I ……. I shall not discuss that now.” Nayland looked away.

“Okay, we can summarize that our findings are at best still open," Sherlock said. “I can add to that the dead body found in the hotel chamber was not Doctor Mitsui Ogata but one named Kataka Sukimora. He is one of the military attachés to the consulate. His remains were identified by the amulet he wore and the wound on the forearm.”

“Why was he……” Sherlock was interrupted by the arrival of one of his boys. The lad handed over the messages.

“There is something from Collins and Thames. I met them downstairs.” The lad smiled.

“A guinea for you, and one each for Collins and Thames. Be good, boys.” Sherlock looked at the written messages.

“A guinea for delivery? Pardon me, old chap. You are putting the delivery business on top, dry.” Mycroft tossed a protest there.

“Not when I am getting fast-needed messages.” Sherlock said while reading the messages. “Says here a person fitting the description of Kataka Okimura met Doctor Mitsui Ogata at the hotel; they went up together.”

“If that was the person whom you said died in the explosion, then Doctor Mitsui Ogata is alive.” Mycroft called out. “I will get the yard to locate him."

“The other message was Mindy Kewala is with the entourage of warriors headed to Farrington. I assumed she was collecting something or meeting someone.”

"Are you to go to Farrington then?” Watson asked.

“No, I do not think that is needed. Ms. Kewala is in capable hands, and she will return to the Greystokes estate.” Sherlock shook his head and then read the last message.

“One other message was somebody did see a person abseiling from the window of the chamber and enter the chamber below. A few seconds later Doctor Mitsui Ogata’s chamber exploded.”

“I will check on that. The doctor was under my watch.” Nayland stood up. “I will also check on some associates who are familiar with the Japanese.”

“Another message. I believe we are going to have tea soon. Mrs. Hudson is on the way up.” Sherlock picked up his violin. “Cliff of Mahor, anyone keen? I have to think.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 18

 

18.

 

In the wild, the chimpanzees are known to catch on to the scent of the predators from afar, and they will warn the others by their callings. It is an instinct built by the primates. Another preference of the chimpanzees is the high elevation to see the predator before it gets nearby.

Lord Greystoke saw the migration of the birds at the forest. It was an unusual event for the Waziri warriors even in their hunt to blend in with the animals there and create less commotion.

“Thirun, take the warriors to the house. I will scout ahead.” Lord Greystokes had stripped to his loincloth over his pelvis and had on the dagger made by him from the bone of the lion. Thirun signalled to the warriors and then grabbed his shield and spear. Lord Greystokes was seen then running towards the forest treelines.

The Lord knew that the trees there had no vines to swing with but improvised with these thick ropes that he strung on the thick branches. He grabbed one of them and propelled himself forward. His momentum allowed him to reach the upper branch, and from there, he then took his run across the branches, familiarizing himself from his daily runs there. He improvised the trails with ropes that are strung across from tree to tree or a fallen log to act as a bridge to cross. He does miss the dark continent jungle, but the forest was equally as challenging.

Lord Greystokes made the run across one hectare in the short burst and then climbed to the top to check his prey, which he saw then at the distance: a group of three dressed in the dark green garbs and wielding the bow with the arrows. He took no delay and intercepted the trio at the clearing.

“Yield now, intruders!" Lord Greystokes called out. The trio stopped in their tracks and then notched the arrow onto the bow.

“I am Lord Greystoke, and on this ground, I am the king. Yield now, and leave.” Lord Greystokes looked at them. He had not seen such warriors, but their body stance displayed their training.

“We come for the lady.” The leader of the trio spoke up. “Give her and we leave.”

It was then Thirun arrived with eight warriors.

“You are outnumbered.” Lord Greystokes cautioned them.

“Outnumbered but not outfoxed." The leader said. Lord Greystokes heard the caution and knew the trap was set for his house. He turned to look at the house. He heard gunshots, and it was then he ran. Thirun knew the concern, but he was to subdue the intruders there.

“Fool!” The trio released their arrows at the Waziri leaders. Thirun had his shield up to block the arrows while his warriors had thrown their arrows at the intruders. One of the intruders went down with the spear piercing his groin, but the other two had drawn their swords, the ninjatō (忍者刀), often referred to as a ninjaken or shinobi gatana. It is characterized by a short, straight katana blade, distinguishing it from the curved samurai katana and a square guard (tsuba), typically designed for concealment, utility, and close-quarters combat. 

The one on the left charged at the Waziri’s warriors with the sword held at the mid-level on the left side to perform a right swing at the warriors. Orunga, the warrior, stepped up to meet the intruder and used his shield on his left arm to deflect the sword while his right hand, holding a foot-long rungu, swung from the side and impacted the intruder on the left shoulder. The intruder fell to the right, and Orunga followed up with the blow with the rungu at the right knee. That blow impaired the intruder from escaping.

The other intruder retreated while the Waziri warriors gathered around the fallen one.

Meanwhile at the house, Kimbel had gathered the warriors at the house facing the five intruders dressed in green garb.

“No one gets past us," Kimbel cautioned the intruder. He then saw the intruders had produced guns to level at the warriors: Colt revolvers. Their shields may not stop all the projectiles, but they will stand to defend their bwana’s lady.

"A true warrior is invincible because he or she contests with nothing. Defeat means to defeat the mind of contention." Kimbel reminded the warriors of Mugumbi’s words, who was their departed leader.

Two shots rang out, and Kimbel was shot in the left side of the chest and right shin. He went down on his knees with the shield holding him up. It was then more shots rang out, not from the intruders but from the house.

“Never bring a revolver to the play when you have a rifle.” The five shots rang out in succession, and the intruders were brought down face up to the rear. Kimbel turned and saw the ladies of the house had formed a firing line at the left. They lowered the rifles and then attended to the lady.

“Have not felt that kick for a long time.” Lady Greystokes gave her rifle to the other ladies. “Thank you for the double shot too, Imani.”

“I like the long barrel.” Imani, the lady of the house, smiled. She was a fine marksman with the Sharps rifle.

Lady Greystokes was helped to the nearby seat. She saw the lover of hers running like an antelope across the field.

“Tend to Kimbel. Bring the healer.” Lady Greystokes told the ladies. “I will be fine.”

“Jane, are you okay?” Lord Greystokes reached her.

“We should go back to Africa. It is safer there.” Lady Greystokes smiled.

It did not take long for the Waziri’s warriors to get the surviving intruder to speak the truth. Lieutenant Gavin McLeod had joined in when he was told of the gunshots. The healer was called in and treated Kimbel.

“He said the sensei sent them. They were to find Ms. Kewala and bring her back.”

“Who is the……. Sensei?” Lord Greystokes asked.

“Their bwana, the master. He……" Thirun explained.

“Name?” Lord Greystokes asked.

“Ogata.”

“I need to tell Mycroft.” Lieutenant McLeod said and then asked. “Where is Mindy?”

“Ms. Kewala is safe. She is away.” Lord Greystoke looked at the Lieutenant. “Are you close to her?”

“We ……. I have been assigned to her ever since she landed in London. I am her personal aide.” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod then turned to leave. “Sir, may I know where she is?”

Back in the proper London city, to be exact, at Baker Street, Watson had just washed his hands again after his tasks at the mortuary. He stepped up to the late lunch spread at the table, where Sherlock was seated.

“Bacons and eggs? I am sure Mrs. Hudson does not serve that for lunch even though we are late at it.” Watson sat down.

“I asked for it, Watson. After our fascinating conversation about bacon tests, I had a sudden craving for it.” Sherlock used his fork to punch holes at the bacon. “Bacon is primarily made from pork belly or back cuts, cured with a mixture of salt, sugar, and nitrites, and often smoked for flavour. It consists of roughly fifty-six percent fat, which renders during cooking, along with lean muscle meat, creating a crispy texture. It is a processed, salty meat preserved for longevity.”

“And it originated from China. I was told that from my butcher whose father and his father before then told him from his grandfather then……" Watson looked at the serving.

“Elementary, my dear Watson. The news of such is derived from their past generations, but who cares? We are to eat bacon now.” Sherlock’s eyes perked up. “Mycroft is here.”

“Hello, everyone. I am back. Is that bacon? The greasy strips? I loved them.” Mycroft took himself a seat and the plate. “Not eating, Watson?”

“Not anymore. I will have a sandwich instead.” Watson stood up.

“And you will make Earl of Sandwich proud of you.” Mycroft grabbed a slice of the bacon and stuffed it into his mouth. “Do tell Mrs. Hudson, I would like one sandwich too. Cheerio, lad. We are to have the whole afternoon to ourselves.”

“Spare me the details.” Watson turned to leave and then stopped. “Will the sandwiches come with the playing cards? The Earl then had his while playing cards.”

“Poker? It is a new game I heard played on the steamships on the Mississippi.” Mycroft smiled. “Beats the game while (prelude to bridge) anytime.”

Watson was past listening and went to look for Mrs. Hudson.

 

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 17

 

17. 

 

“Ah, you're drunk!

You're drunk, you silly old fool.

Still, you cannot see.

That's a lovely scarf that my mother sent to me.

Well, it's been many a day I've travelled—a hundred miles or more.

But a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before."

Adapted from Seven Drunken Nights – The Dubliners, 1770s.

“Aye, I am that fool. Aging may do that to one.” Professor Moriarty sat behind his desk, holding the glass of Irish whiskey, a spirit distilled in Ireland from a mash of cereal grains, usually barley, corn, wheat, rye, and/or oats; contains no additives except for water and caramel color; and is stored in wooden casks.

“I am not Irish, though my name is.” The professor was drunk, having spent hours at the unresolved equations and one too many bottles of whiskey. He was upset and withdrawn. He sang that song to remind him of his father, who came home one night to find another man with his mother.

“A Dhia, cé hiad na daoine atá ar mo leaba? (By golly, why are you on my bedding?) " The old man had asked while in his drunken stupor. It did not take long for the other to leave in haste, and the couple was in a heated argument.

“Tá mé chun an fear sin a mharú" (I am going to kill that man). The father is in his rage shouted.

“A Edward Galley, ná déan tada de sin, agus fág do chlann gan athair. Edward Galley, do nothing of that, and leave your children without a father. "The wife told the drunken fool.

“An mise a n-athair? Ní dóigh liom é sin tar éis an lae inniu. (Am I their father? I do not think so after today.)”

Two days later they found Nathaniel Moriarty dead in the pigsty at the next village. And the ramrod in the throat.

Such a sad way for that Paddie to die with the ramrod in his throat. I reckon I much prefer mine to be the Guinness bottle down mine … full content, please. The solemn saying at the pubs, and Edward Galley went missing and never was seen.

As for James Moriarty, as he was named James Galley Moriarty then, he was sent to a boarding school in Paris, France. It was unplanned for the middle-class family, but an unforeseen inheritance from a distant aunt gave the mother the means to send the boy away.

“You go on to become an ‘uasal’ (gentleman in Irish Gaelic). Déan go maith agus mair go maith (Do well and live well.)” The lad was told before he boarded the train to the coast.

James Galley Moriarty then had his name changed to James Moriarty, and he was senior in age there, pulling the difference of age of five from the other students. He focused on the studies and found his affinity for the complex mathematical equations.

Life was not easy there for James; he was picked on for his age, and the boys ganged up on him. He was older but not stronger, but he had a friend there named Sebastian Moran. The latter was his protector, and soon he was not harassed any more. The two boys became good friends, and later Sebastian went to Sandhurst to be a soldier, and James went to Glasgow for more education. He was considering majoring in medicine but stayed on as a student of mathematics.

It was then he heard of the passing of his mother, but his family trust was enough for him to continue. He pursued his desire to know his mother’s side and found them.

“The Moriarty is a landowner in your old country. They leased the land to the locals, who will pay them rental.”

In the 1800s, Irish land rental was characterized by a landlord-tenant system, where a small number of (often absentee) landlords owned most land, leasing it to tenants on short terms or "at will." Rents were high and frequently increased, leading to insecurity and poverty, particularly pre-famine, and were often managed by middlemen. 

“Your mother was a wild lass who eloped with your father and was disowned by the family. However, her trust fund was maintained by her aunt, who, however, paid for your education.” The solicitor who was hired by James told him.

“Even upon your mother’s death, they will not accept her back. You are Irish and not blue blood like them.”

That last remark was etched onto James’s mind, but he returned to pursue his studies. He got himself a position as an assistant lecturer there and was fair to living on his own. It was to be a good life until he met Tommy Meager, a fellow young Irish lad who was his student then. Tommy was a member of Young Ireland, which was aggressive toward the English ruling over. Ireland was also still reeling from the impact of the Great Famine.

The British government's reaction had been too little and too late to prevent the Irish people from suffering great hardship. This delayed reaction was criticized by Irish officials, to little avail.

Tommy died later that year in a battle with the authorities.

James Moriarty was then enraged with the handling of the ruling. He felt injustice was done and got himself into the meetings with the rebels. He was still a mathematician and weighed the variables to produce the equation, and none of it then was conclusive, except to fail to manage the variables. He then retired to the background and did his own scheme of things.

James Moriarty knew that he was not a strong leader physically, but his intellectual skills were exceptional. He worked with some of the rebels, applying his variables to get them to work for his end. He found the relationship among the members was leaning towards rivalry. It was the winner-takes-all. He worked on that and became the kingmaker of the rebels. He manipulated their mindsets, applying variables that would lead them to his equation. His influence grew, and eventually, he was the leader among them, but unseen or unrevealed.

It was then he wrote the binomial theorem; the purpose of the binomial theorem is to be able to take a binomial, which means a parenthesis with two terms on the inside, and raise it to a power.

And applied it.

James Moriarty moved to London to expand his works. He felt that the epicentre of power was there. He worked his way through the echelon of powers, from the lowly clerk to the executives, by coercion or monetary gains, and soon established a network of operatives.

With the wider circle of operatives, there were other opponents who took offense to him. James Moriarty, or later named Doctor Moriarty, was then targeted, and attempts were made on him discreetly, and cases were closed without investigation. The latter was on his request, as he was not keen to be known. Despite his life being threatened and the need for an unseen profile, Doctor Moriarty did not leave any variables out in his vengeance equation.

It was then he had the protection of one named Sebastian Moran, a colonel by rank, retired on his own accord, according to the records. Sebastian emerged as the man who took care of Doctor Moriarty’s well-being, and his efficiency was undeniably excellent. 

“Sebastian Moran, you are the exemplary variable I will apply to my safety equation. I shall offer you the rank of Chief of Staff.” Doctor Moriarty praised the other. “Be at my side, and we will do wonders.”

His love for his land and country was always there in his heart and mind. He works his influence on the politicians and sponsors for the land.

“The older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune." Professor Moriarty raised his glass to the banner strung across the fireplace. He saw the arrival of Sebastian Moran, a rarity to his study, for they agreed on discretion in their alliance.

“I got news the doctor Mitsui Ogata may not be dead. Coroner’s office. There was another person in the chamber.” Sebastian stood at the far corner, dimly lighted and his back to the wall. “More to that, the Oni Society is on alert. They had discovered the whereabouts of Mindy Kewala. She was seen at Greystoke's estate.”

“Interesting.” Professor Moriarty looked to the wad of notes on his desk. “I am intrigued by the Oni Society. They had not been here too long ago, like the Chinese triads, but they had been growing.”

“We are growing in China, along with the others.” Colonel Sebastian Moran was not an avid historian; except for a stint in India as an officer, he cared little for other nations.

“True, but without guarding our own backyard, others are here. England, for one, is becoming a cosmopolitan, particularly London, profoundly cosmopolitan, diverse space, challenging the traditional image of a purely homogeneous Victorian society. England had attracted individuals from Europe, the Indian subcontinent, Africa, and East Asia, creating a bustling mix of cultures in urban centres," Professor Moriarty said.

“We dredged them here through the canals, and now they flood our streets. Oh my, dreadful in my view.”

“The Oni Society?” Sebastian asked.

“It is obvious. They are here to expand their influence. Their government wants to modernize their treasury; hence, they are here to learn from us. They could be in Germany for industrialization needs.” Professor Moriarty looked at the banner strung across the fireplace. “They are learning from us while we degenerate into oblivion. They learned that mining is a form of richness, and what better place to get it than from the unexplored lands?"

“We did it too. We forcibly open its markets, exploit its economic resources, and correct a trade imbalance favouring China. We used opium smuggling to reverse a massive silver deficit, resulting in the Opium Wars.” Professor Moriarty drew the variables together.

“As Ireland was done then, we worked our farms for them.”

“I placed in a set of variables, which may add deviations to the equation. I had not killed the three operatives. Not stating my claim to the reign. I opened a new set of variables when I found out that they may not be operating under the Oni Society’s instructions. That brought in the doctor to my backyard. The question was who acted on those three operatives to do the tasks. I am sure the doctor will be investigating that now.”

“And soon to be, Holmes.”

“There were attempts on Holmes and Watson on that day.” Colonel Sebastian Moran reported in.

"On whose orders? The Oni Society or someone else? And why?” Professor Moriarty laid his hands on the wad of notes. “Unfactored in variables perhaps? I cannot wait. Get the operatives to find out more. Who planted the bomb at the hotel? And where…… Just get solutions."