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 He was upset and withdrawn.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."