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The Adventure of the Final Problem (fina)

18680    I have the best of proofs that it would be so.'
18681    'You have already been assaulted?'
18682    'My dear Watson, Professor Moriarty is not a man who lets the grass grow under his feet.
18683    I went out about midday to transact some business in Oxford Street.
18684    As I passed the corner which leads from Bentinck Street on to the Welbeck Street crossing, a two-horse van furiously driven whizzed round and was on me like a flash.
18685    I sprang for the footpath and saved myself by the fraction of a second.
18686    The van dashed round by Marylebone Lane and was gone in an instant.
18687    I kept to the pavement after that, Watson, but as I walked down Vere Street a brick came down from the roof of one of the houses and was shattered to fragments at my feet.
18688    I called the police and had the place examined.
18689    There were slates and bricks piled upon the roof preparatory to some repairs, and they would have me believe that the wind had toppled over one of these.
18690    Of course I knew better, but I could prove nothing.
18691    I took a cab after that and reached my brother's rooms in Pall Mall, where I spent the day.
18692    Now I have come round to you, and on my way I was attacked by a rough with a bludgeon.
18693    I knocked him down, and the police have him in custody; but I can tell you with the most absolute confidence that no possible connection will ever be traced between the gentleman upon whose front teeth I have barked my knuckles and the retiring mathematical coach, who is, I dare say, working out problems upon a blackboard ten miles away.
18694    You will not wonder, Watson, that my first act on entering your rooms was to close your shutters, and that I have been compelled to ask your permission to leave the house by some less conspicuous exit than the front door.'

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