20.
Doctor Moriarty tinkered with the pencil with his right fingers,
swinging the pencil like a pendulum. He was in his own library and the tea in
this cup untouched. He was dressed in his dressing gown and wore slippers. He
was seated at his favourite place with the window behind him. The morning
sunlight was shining in and brighten up the place.
“You brought me here, nursed me, and now you are seated here
watching me. Why is it so?” The other figure seated across the Doctor raised
the question. “Was it to thank you?”
“I am Ryan Loggins, distant relative of the Millard. As I have
explained before, I am linked to King John but with the years of missing
history, I doubt I can ascent the throne anymore.’ The man replied. “So, pardon
me if I do not give you knighthood for saving me.”
“Millard? I doubt you are related to them. They are rich but
they lacked the wealth to sustain you. Your expenditures are high and even
higher for a Lord’s relative. I did some research into your name but I found no
connection to the Millard directly but there was one. Your mother was the
distant relative of the Millard. She was here about twenty-nine years ago. She
was estranged when the Millard found her in illicit affair with the cousin. It
could had been sanctioned but they shared a common grandfather. So, the lady
was exiled but she escaped and joined the travelling circus. She gave birth to
a boy whom she left a letter for the real father.”
“You returned here some years back and avoided meeting your
father, Lord Millard until much later. He was confused on how to take care of
you but soon fell to your hypnotism. Lord Millard was the true leader as his
father and grandfather who founded the Council then. With your skill, you
controlled your father but for reasons not known then, you remained in the
background. Actually not. You were busy. You were busy with your works with the
Lord then that you served. You followed the Lord on his adventures if I may
term it then. You learned of the wild parties and saw how it could work for
you. You also saw the real Ripper.”
“Yes, the Ripper who was you then. You wanted to create fear and
mapped out the murders; all five to watch the reaction. It worked and then you
stopped. You felt yourself ready with your knowledge of power and self-learned
killing skills, you chose to meet your father and took over his role. In turn,
you became his master. You saw how the powerful could work with their powers
and the control you had over them. You heard of me and then you enrolled me in.
You controlled the Elites and myself, well the commoners. You wanted both. Your
recitation of the history of the monarchy and the Parliament and also the
Commoners told me that you needed control on all levels. You took out my best
lieutenants to tell me I am to serve or may end up dead. The way you used
Colonel Sebastian was exceptional.”
“When you heard of the new Ripper, you were upset and asked me
in the Council to remove that threat. That baffled me until I realised that
only the real Ripper will be anxious to do that, even though the new Ripper was
not killing after some murders. You cannot have any threats towards your
existence.”
“A very interesting analogy of the facts or shall I say
mathematically derived factors but you are not a true detective. You have
assumptions and conjectures that you created. Assuming that is who and what I
am, then why take me in and save me.”
“Well, as I mentioned earlier you are my Leader. I have to save
my leader.” Doctor Moriarty explained. “It’s a mathematical approach that the
leader is the final result in any group formation. I was saving you in that
group. The Council in your absence and the death of Lord Millard, have
dissolved. Lord Henry had died with shame on the news that he was involved in
wild parties. He was a proud man and his health failed before him. General
Smith have accepted full retirement in banishment soon after the Queen found
out that he was involved in the Council. Naturally the Lords and Queen have
denied knowledge of the Council upon its exposure. As for Colonel Sebastian, I
have placed him away from you lest you influence him to kill me.”
“And as for myself, I am now the leader of the new Council,
which will take on the role here in London. I am its first Chairman.”
“Fine words, Doctor. I am impressed. As I have mentioned, your
equation is flawed with your assumptions and conjectures. I am one problem you
cannot solve with mathematics approach. You once said that there are planners
and killers. You may be the former but not the later. I am both.”
"True to your words. I am also not a great detective not am I a
killer. I am however a good planner and resolving mathematics issues are my
passion. As in mathematics, some problems cannot be resolved with absolute
certainty. I have accepted that and apply the definition of deviations.” Doctor
Moriarty dropped the pencil. “For that I apply other techniques.”
The Doctor bend over to retrieve the pencil. At that moment, the
bullet whizzed past the Doctor and impacted on Mister Loggins heart. It was a
good long-distance shot taken by a marksman named Colonel Sebastian. The
Colonel then seated had leaned forward to hold the rifle firmly when he saw the
Doctor dropped the pencil. He had gauged the wind direction and adjusted for
the rifle recoil given the distance the bullet was to travel over two hundred
yards. Soon after he pulled the trigger, he placed the rifle aside and got off
the seater. He checked his watch and realised that he was going to be late for
his next game.
“I am disappointed at you, Colonel. You are late by five
minutes.” The figure who spoke to him intercepted the Colonel who had then
arrived
“The Spanish wants to duel with flintlocks.” The aide chased up
with the Colonel who continued to approach the Spanish trio, including the
Spanish marksman.
“They said it’s for honour and national pride.” The Colonel
heard the aide and when he was five feet from the Spanish trio, he reached
behind for the gun he tucked there. He drew out the Webley.
Blam! The Colonel shot the marksman in the forehead.
Blam! Blam! The Colonel killed the other two aides of the Spanish.
The Colonel turned around and walked back to the carriage.
“Colonel Sebastian, that is an outrage. We were to have a duel
like gentlemen.”
“One, I am not a true gentleman. I am a Colonel of the British
Army.”
“Two, I don’t duel with Spaniards. I am British.”
“Three, if they want me, tell them to rip my heart out at the
Club.
”
The Colonel mounted the carriage and then left the scene.
So was Mycroft who was in London to complete the last part of
his task. He stopped at the house, 221B Baker Street. It was getting mundane to
be there for him. One time too many for him then but he changed his mind when
he saw her.
“Hello Mycroft. Your brother is back upstairs.” Mrs Hudson stood
there holding the tray with the two cups and the teapot.
“Are you here for the
report? I done it this at dawn. She won’t be organizing anymore parties.”
Mycroft nodded and then turned to leave. He was a gentleman and
being one means he won’t kill ladies. It can’t be said for the ladies.
So, he told her, ladies first.
Mycroft was not one to rip her heart out.
“Was that Mycroft? Ask him to come up. I got a gift for him from
Bohemia. It’s a Frankenstein toy.”
Epilogue
The scream of the lady giving birth was loud but once the child
was delivered, the lady quiet down.
“Ms. Bromsfield, the baby is fine.” The mid wife told the lady.
“It’s a boy. He’s a big one.”
“Like the father.” Lady Bromsfield smiled. She won’t be going
back to the ladies for comfort. She found her best times was with a bigger man.
It was ripping worth dying for.
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