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Sherlock Holmes - The Final Problem

by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these the last
				words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which my friend
				Mr. Sherlock Holmes was distinguished. In an incoherent and, as I deeply
				feel, an entirely inadequate fashion, I have endeavored to give some
				account of my strange experiences in his company from the chance which
				first brought us together at the period of the "Study in Scarlet," up to
				the time of his interference in the matter of the "Naval Treaty"—an
				interference which had the unquestionable effect of preventing a serious
				international complication. It was my intention to have stopped there, and
				to have said nothing of that event which has created a void in my life
				which the lapse of two years has done little to fill. My hand has been
				forced, however, by the recent letters in which Colonel James Moriarty
				defends the memory of his brother, and I have no choice but to lay the
				facts before the public exactly as they occurred. I alone know the
				absolute truth of the matter, and I am satisfied that the time has come
				when no good purpose is to be served by its suppression. As far as I know,
				there have been only three accounts in the public press: that in the
				Journal de Geneve on May 6th, 1891, the Reuter's despatch in the English
				papers on May 7th, and finally the recent letter to which I have alluded.
				Of these the first and second were extremely condensed, while the last is,
				as I shall now show, an absolute perversion of the facts. It lies with me
				to tell for the first time what really took place between Professor
				Moriarty and Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

It may be remembered that after my marriage, and my subsequent start in
				private practice, the very intimate relations which had existed between
				Holmes and myself became to some extent modified. He still came to me from
				time to time when he desired a companion in his investigation, but these
				occasions grew more and more seldom, until I find that in the year 1890
				there were only three cases of which I retain any record. During the
				winter of that year and the early spring of 1891, I saw in the papers that
				he had been engaged by the French government upon a matter of supreme
				importance, and I received two notes from Holmes, dated from Narbonne and
				from Nimes, from which I gathered that his stay in France was likely to be
				a long one. It was with some surprise, therefore, that I saw him walk into
				my consulting-room upon the evening of April 24th. It struck me that he
				was looking even paler and thinner than usual.

"Yes, I have been using myself up rather too freely," he remarked, in
				answer to my look rather than to my words; "I have been a little pressed
				of late. Have you any objection to my closing your shutters?"

The only light in the room came from the lamp upon the table at which I
				had been reading. Holmes edged his way round the wall and flinging the
				shutters together, he bolted them securely.

"You are afraid of something?" I asked.

"Well, I am."

"Of what?"

"Of air-guns."

"My dear Holmes, what do you mean?"

"I think that you know me well enough, Watson, to understand that I am by
				no means a nervous man. At the same time, it is stupidity rather than
				courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you. Might I
				trouble you for a match?" He drew in the smoke of his cigarette as if the
				soothing influence was grateful to him.

"I must apologize for calling so late," said he, "and I must further beg
				you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently
				by scrambling over your back garden wall."

"But what does it all mean?" I asked.

He held out his hand, and I saw in the light of the lamp that two of his
				knuckles were burst and bleeding.

"It is not an airy nothing, you see," said he, smiling. "On the contrary,
				it is solid enough for a man to break his hand over. Is Mrs. Watson in?"

"She is away upon a visit."

"Indeed! You are alone?"

"Quite."

"Then it makes it the easier for me to propose that you should come away
				with me for a week to the Continent."

"Where?"

"Oh, anywhere. It's all the same to me."

There was something very strange in all this. It was not Holmes's nature
				to take an aimless holiday, and something about his pale, worn face told
				me that his nerves were at their highest tension. He saw the question in
				my eyes, and, putting his finger-tips together and his elbows upon his
				knees, he explained the situation.

"You have probably never heard of Professor Moriarty?" said he.

"Never."

"Aye, there's the genius and the wonder of the thing!" he cried. "The man
				pervades London, and no one has heard of him. That's what puts him on a
				pinnacle in the records of crime. I tell you, Watson, in all seriousness,
				that if I could beat that man, if I could free society of him, I should
				feel that my own career had reached its summit, and I should be prepared
				to turn to some more placid line in life. Between ourselves, the recent
				cases in which I have been of assistance to the royal family of
				Scandinavia, and to the French republic, have left me in such a position
				that I could continue to live in the quiet fashion which is most congenial
				to me, and to concentrate my attention upon my chemical researches. But I
				could not rest, Watson, I could not sit quiet in my chair, if I thought
				that such a man as Professor Moriarty were walking the streets of London
				unchallenged."

"What has he done, then?"

"His career has been an extraordinary one. He is a man of good birth and
				excellent education, endowed by nature with a phenomenal mathematical
				faculty. At the age of twenty-one he wrote a treatise upon the Binomial
				Theorem, which has had a European vogue. On the strength of it he won the
				Mathematical Chair at one of our smaller universities, and had, to all
				appearances, a most brilliant career before him. But the man had
				hereditary tendencies of the most diabolical kind. A criminal strain ran
				in his blood, which, instead of being modified, was increased and rendered
				infinitely more dangerous by his extraordinary mental powers. Dark rumors
				gathered round him in the university town, and eventually he was compelled
				to resign his chair and to come down to London, where he set up as an army
				coach. So much is known to the world, but what I am telling you now is
				what I have myself discovered.

"As you are aware, Watson, there is no one who knows the higher criminal
				world of London so well as I do. For years past I have continually been
				conscious of some power behind the malefactor, some deep organizing power
				which forever stands in the way of the law, and throws its shield over the
				wrong-doer. Again and again in cases of the most varying sorts—forgery
				cases, robberies, murders—I have felt the presence of this force,
				and I have deduced its action in many of those undiscovered crimes in
				which I have not been personally consulted. For years I have endeavored to
				break through the veil which shrouded it, and at last the time came when I
				seized my thread and followed it, until it led me, after a thousand
				cunning windings, to ex-Professor Moriarty of mathematical celebrity.

"He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is
				evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a
				genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first
				order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but
				that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each
				of them. He does little himself. He only plans. But his agents are
				numerous and splendidly organized. Is there a crime to be done, a paper to
				be abstracted, we will say, a house to be rifled, a man to be removed—the
				word is passed to the Professor, the matter is organized and carried out.
				The agent may be caught. In that case money is found for his bail or his
				defence. But the central power which uses the agent is never caught—never
				so much as suspected. This was the organization which I deduced, Watson,
				and which I devoted my whole energy to exposing and breaking up.

"But the Professor was fenced round with safeguards so cunningly devised
				that, do what I would, it seemed impossible to get evidence which would
				convict in a court of law. You know my powers, my dear Watson, and yet at
				the end of three months I was forced to confess that I had at last met an
				antagonist who was my intellectual equal. My horror at his crimes was lost
				in my admiration at his skill. But at last he made a trip—only a
				little, little trip—but it was more than he could afford when I was
				so close upon him. I had my chance, and, starting from that point, I have
				woven my net round him until now it is all ready to close. In three days—that
				is to say, on Monday next—matters will be ripe, and the Professor,
				with all the principal members of his gang, will be in the hands of the
				police. Then will come the greatest criminal trial of the century, the
				clearing up of over forty mysteries, and the rope for all of them; but if
				we move at all prematurely, you understand, they may slip out of our hands
				even at the last moment.

"Now, if I could have done this without the knowledge of Professor
				Moriarty, all would have been well. But he was too wily for that. He saw
				every step which I took to draw my toils round him. Again and again he
				strove to break away, but I as often headed him off. I tell you, my
				friend, that if a detailed account of that silent contest could be
				written, it would take its place as the most brilliant bit of
				thrust-and-parry work in the history of detection. Never have I risen to
				such a height, and never have I been so hard pressed by an opponent. He
				cut deep, and yet I just undercut him. This morning the last steps were
				taken, and three days only were wanted to complete the business. I was
				sitting in my room thinking the matter over, when the door opened and
				Professor Moriarty stood before me.

"My nerves are fairly proof, Watson, but I must confess to a start when I
				saw the very man who had been so much in my thoughts standing there on my
				threshhold. His appearance was quite familiar to me. He is extremely tall
				and thin, his forehead domes out in a white curve, and his two eyes are
				deeply sunken in his head. He is clean-shaven, pale, and ascetic-looking,
				retaining something of the professor in his features. His shoulders are
				rounded from much study, and his face protrudes forward, and is forever
				slowly oscillating from side to side in a curiously reptilian fashion. He
				peered at me with great curiosity in his puckered eyes.

"'You have less frontal development than I should have expected,' said he,
				at last. 'It is a dangerous habit to finger loaded firearms in the pocket
				of one's dressing-gown.'

"The fact is that upon his entrance I had instantly recognized the extreme
				personal danger in which I lay. The only conceivable escape for him lay in
				silencing my tongue. In an instant I had slipped the revolver from the
				drawer into my pocket, and was covering him through the cloth. At his
				remark I drew the weapon out and laid it cocked upon the table. He still
				smiled and blinked, but there was something about his eyes which made me
				feel very glad that I had it there.

"'You evidently don't know me,' said he.

"'On the contrary,' I answered, 'I think it is fairly evident that I do.
				Pray take a chair. I can spare you five minutes if you have anything to
				say.'

"'All that I have to say has already crossed your mind,' said he.

"'Then possibly my answer has crossed yours,' I replied.

"'You stand fast?'

"'Absolutely.'

"He clapped his hand into his pocket, and I raised the pistol from the
				table. But he merely drew out a memorandum-book in which he had scribbled
				some dates.

"'You crossed my path on the 4th of January,' said he. 'On the 23d you
				incommoded me; by the middle of February I was seriously inconvenienced by
				you; at the end of March I was absolutely hampered in my plans; and now,
				at the close of April, I find myself placed in such a position through
				your continual persecution that I am in positive danger of losing my
				liberty. The situation is becoming an impossible one.'

"'Have you any suggestion to make?' I asked.

"'You must drop it, Mr. Holmes,' said he, swaying his face about. 'You
				really must, you know.'

"'After Monday,' said I.

"'Tut, tut,' said he. 'I am quite sure that a man of your intelligence
				will see that there can be but one outcome to this affair. It is necessary
				that you should withdraw. You have worked things in such a fashion that we
				have only one resource left. It has been an intellectual treat to me to
				see the way in which you have grappled with this affair, and I say,
				unaffectedly, that it would be a grief to me to be forced to take any
				extreme measure. You smile, sir, but I assure you that it really would.'

"'Danger is part of my trade,' I remarked.

"'That is not danger,' said he. 'It is inevitable destruction. You stand
				in the way not merely of an individual, but of a mighty organization, the
				full extent of which you, with all your cleverness, have been unable to
				realize. You must stand clear, Mr. Holmes, or be trodden under foot.'

"'I am afraid,' said I, rising, 'that in the pleasure of this conversation
				I am neglecting business of importance which awaits me elsewhere.'

"He rose also and looked at me in silence, shaking his head sadly.

"'Well, well,' said he, at last. 'It seems a pity, but I have done what I
				could. I know every move of your game. You can do nothing before Monday.
				It has been a duel between you and me, Mr. Holmes. You hope to place me in
				the dock. I tell you that I will never stand in the dock. You hope to beat
				me. I tell you that you will never beat me. If you are clever enough to
				bring destruction upon me, rest assured that I shall do as much to you.'

"'You have paid me several compliments, Mr. Moriarty,' said I. 'Let me pay
				you one in return when I say that if I were assured of the former
				eventuality I would, in the interests of the public, cheerfully accept the
				latter.'

"'I can promise you the one, but not the other,' he snarled, and so turned
				his rounded back upon me, and went peering and blinking out of the room.

"That was my singular interview with Professor Moriarty. I confess that it
				left an unpleasant effect upon my mind. His soft, precise fashion of
				speech leaves a conviction of sincerity which a mere bully could not
				produce. Of course, you will say: 'Why not take police precautions against
				him?' the reason is that I am well convinced that it is from his agents
				the blow will fall. I have the best proofs that it would be so."

"You have already been assaulted?"

"My dear Watson, Professor Moriarty is not a man who lets the grass grow
				under his feet. I went out about mid-day to transact some business in
				Oxford Street. 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. I sprang for the foot-path and saved
				myself by the fraction of a second. The van dashed round by Marylebone
				Lane and was gone in an instant. 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. I called
				the police and had the place examined. There were slates and bricks piled
				up on the roof preparatory to some repairs, and they would have me believe
				that the wind had toppled over one of these. Of course I knew better, but
				I could prove nothing. I took a cab after that and reached my brother's
				rooms in Pall Mall, where I spent the day. Now I have come round to you,
				and on my way I was attacked by a rough with a bludgeon. 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 black-board ten miles away. 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."

I had often admired my friend's courage, but never more than now, as he
				sat quietly checking off a series of incidents which must have combined to
				make up a day of horror.

"You will spend the night here?" I said.

"No, my friend, you might find me a dangerous guest. I have my plans laid,
				and all will be well. Matters have gone so far now that they can move
				without my help as far as the arrest goes, though my presence is necessary
				for a conviction. It is obvious, therefore, that I cannot do better than
				get away for the few days which remain before the police are at liberty to
				act. It would be a great pleasure to me, therefore, if you could come on
				to the Continent with me."

"The practice is quiet," said I, "and I have an accommodating neighbor. I
				should be glad to come."

"And to start to-morrow morning?"

"If necessary."

"Oh yes, it is most necessary. Then these are your instructions, and I
				beg, my dear Watson, that you will obey them to the letter, for you are
				now playing a double-handed game with me against the cleverest rogue and
				the most powerful syndicate of criminals in Europe. Now listen! You will
				dispatch whatever luggage you intend to take by a trusty messenger
				unaddressed to Victoria to-night. In the morning you will send for a
				hansom, desiring your man to take neither the first nor the second which
				may present itself. Into this hansom you will jump, and you will drive to
				the Strand end of the Lowther Arcade, handing the address to the cabman
				upon a slip of paper, with a request that he will not throw it away. Have
				your fare ready, and the instant that your cab stops, dash through the
				Arcade, timing yourself to reach the other side at a quarter-past nine.
				You will find a small brougham waiting close to the curb, driven by a
				fellow with a heavy black cloak tipped at the collar with red. Into this
				you will step, and you will reach Victoria in time for the Continental
				express."

"Where shall I meet you?"

"At the station. The second first-class carriage from the front will be
				reserved for us."

"The carriage is our rendezvous, then?"

"Yes."

It was in vain that I asked Holmes to remain for the evening. It was
				evident to me that he thought he might bring trouble to the roof he was
				under, and that that was the motive which impelled him to go. With a few
				hurried words as to our plans for the morrow he rose and came out with me
				into the garden, clambering over the wall which leads into Mortimer
				Street, and immediately whistling for a hansom, in which I heard him drive
				away.

In the morning I obeyed Holmes's injunctions to the letter. A hansom was
				procured with such precaution as would prevent its being one which was
				placed ready for us, and I drove immediately after breakfast to the
				Lowther Arcade, through which I hurried at the top of my speed. A brougham
				was waiting with a very massive driver wrapped in a dark cloak, who, the
				instant that I had stepped in, whipped up the horse and rattled off to
				Victoria Station. On my alighting there he turned the carriage, and dashed
				away again without so much as a look in my direction.

So far all had gone admirably. My luggage was waiting for me, and I had no
				difficulty in finding the carriage which Holmes had indicated, the less so
				as it was the only one in the train which was marked "Engaged." My only
				source of anxiety now was the non-appearance of Holmes. The station clock
				marked only seven minutes from the time when we were due to start. In vain
				I searched among the groups of travellers and leave-takers for the lithe
				figure of my friend. There was no sign of him. I spent a few minutes in
				assisting a venerable Italian priest, who was endeavoring to make a porter
				understand, in his broken English, that his luggage was to be booked
				through to Paris. Then, having taken another look round, I returned to my
				carriage, where I found that the porter, in spite of the ticket, had given
				me my decrepit Italian friend as a traveling companion. It was useless for
				me to explain to him that his presence was an intrusion, for my Italian
				was even more limited than his English, so I shrugged my shoulders
				resignedly, and continued to look out anxiously for my friend. A chill of
				fear had come over me, as I thought that his absence might mean that some
				blow had fallen during the night. Already the doors had all been shut and
				the whistle blown, when—

"My dear Watson," said a voice, "you have not even condescended to say
				good-morning."

I turned in uncontrollable astonishment. The aged ecclesiastic had turned
				his face towards me. For an instant the wrinkles were smoothed away, the
				nose drew away from the chin, the lower lip ceased to protrude and the
				mouth to mumble, the dull eyes regained their fire, the drooping figure
				expanded. The next the whole frame collapsed again, and Holmes had gone as
				quickly as he had come.

"Good heavens!" I cried; "how you startled me!"

"Every precaution is still necessary," he whispered. "I have reason to
				think that they are hot upon our trail. Ah, there is Moriarty himself."

The train had already begun to move as Holmes spoke. Glancing back, I saw
				a tall man pushing his way furiously through the crowd, and waving his
				hand as if he desired to have the train stopped. It was too late, however,
				for we were rapidly gathering momentum, and an instant later had shot
				clear of the station.

"With all our precautions, you see that we have cut it rather fine," said
				Holmes, laughing. He rose, and throwing off the black cassock and hat
				which had formed his disguise, he packed them away in a hand-bag.

"Have you seen the morning paper, Watson?"

"No."

"You haven't' seen about Baker Street, then?"

"Baker Street?"

"They set fire to our rooms last night. No great harm was done."

"Good heavens, Holmes! this is intolerable."

"They must have lost my track completely after their bludgeon-man was
				arrested. Otherwise they could not have imagined that I had returned to my
				rooms. They have evidently taken the precaution of watching you, however,
				and that is what has brought Moriarty to Victoria. You could not have made
				any slip in coming?"

"I did exactly what you advised."

"Did you find your brougham?"

"Yes, it was waiting."

"Did you recognize your coachman?"

"No."

"It was my brother Mycroft. It is an advantage to get about in such a case
				without taking a mercenary into your confidence. But we must plan what we
				are to do about Moriarty now."

"As this is an express, and as the boat runs in connection with it, I
				should think we have shaken him off very effectively."

"My dear Watson, you evidently did not realize my meaning when I said that
				this man may be taken as being quite on the same intellectual plane as
				myself. You do not imagine that if I were the pursuer I should allow
				myself to be baffled by so slight an obstacle. Why, then, should you think
				so meanly of him?"

"What will he do?"

"What I should do?"

"What would you do, then?"

"Engage a special."

"But it must be late."

"By no means. This train stops at Canterbury; and there is always at least
				a quarter of an hour's delay at the boat. He will catch us there."

"One would think that we were the criminals. Let us have him arrested on
				his arrival."

"It would be to ruin the work of three months. We should get the big fish,
				but the smaller would dart right and left out of the net. On Monday we
				should have them all. No, an arrest is inadmissible."

"What then?"

"We shall get out at Canterbury."

"And then?"

"Well, then we must make a cross-country journey to Newhaven, and so over
				to Dieppe. Moriarty will again do what I should do. He will get on to
				Paris, mark down our luggage, and wait for two days at the depot. In the
				meantime we shall treat ourselves to a couple of carpet-bags, encourage
				the manufactures of the countries through which we travel, and make our
				way at our leisure into Switzerland, via Luxembourg and Basle."

At Canterbury, therefore, we alighted, only to find that we should have to
				wait an hour before we could get a train to Newhaven.

I was still looking rather ruefully after the rapidly disappearing
				luggage-van which contained my wardrobe, when Holmes pulled my sleeve and
				pointed up the line.

"Already, you see," said he.

Far away, from among the Kentish woods there rose a thin spray of smoke. A
				minute later a carriage and engine could be seen flying along the open
				curve which leads to the station. We had hardly time to take our place
				behind a pile of luggage when it passed with a rattle and a roar, beating
				a blast of hot air into our faces.

"There he goes," said Holmes, as we watched the carriage swing and rock
				over the points. "There are limits, you see, to our friend's intelligence.
				It would have been a coup-de-maitre had he deduced what I would deduce and
				acted accordingly."

"And what would he have done had he overtaken us?"

"There cannot be the least doubt that he would have made a murderous
				attack upon me. It is, however, a game at which two may play. The question
				now is whether we should take a premature lunch here, or run our chance of
				starving before we reach the buffet at Newhaven."

We made our way to Brussels that night and spent two days there, moving on
				upon the third day as far as Strasburg. On the Monday morning Holmes had
				telegraphed to the London police, and in the evening we found a reply
				waiting for us at our hotel. Holmes tore it open, and then with a bitter
				curse hurled it into the grate.

"I might have known it!" he groaned. "He has escaped!"

"Moriarty?"

"They have secured the whole gang with the exception of him. He has given
				them the slip. Of course, when I had left the country there was no one to
				cope with him. But I did think that I had put the game in their hands. I
				think that you had better return to England, Watson."

"Why?"

"Because you will find me a dangerous companion now. This man's occupation
				is gone. He is lost if he returns to London. If I read his character right
				he will devote his whole energies to revenging himself upon me. He said as
				much in our short interview, and I fancy that he meant it. I should
				certainly recommend you to return to your practice."

It was hardly an appeal to be successful with one who was an old
				campaigner as well as an old friend. We sat in the Strasburg
				salle-à-manger arguing the question for half an hour, but the same night
				we had resumed our journey and were well on our way to Geneva.

For a charming week we wandered up the Valley of the Rhone, and then,
				branching off at Leuk, we made our way over the Gemmi Pass, still deep in
				snow, and so, by way of Interlaken, to Meiringen. It was a lovely trip,
				the dainty green of the spring below, the virgin white of the winter
				above; but it was clear to me that never for one instant did Holmes forget
				the shadow which lay across him. In the homely Alpine villages or in the
				lonely mountain passes, I could tell by his quick glancing eyes and his
				sharp scrutiny of every face that passed us, that he was well convinced
				that, walk where we would, we could not walk ourselves clear of the danger
				which was dogging our footsteps.

Once, I remember, as we passed over the Gemmi, and walked along the border
				of the melancholy Daubensee, a large rock which had been dislodged from
				the ridge upon our right clattered down and roared into the lake behind
				us. In an instant Holmes had raced up on to the ridge, and, standing upon
				a lofty pinnacle, craned his neck in every direction. It was in vain that
				our guide assured him that a fall of stones was a common chance in the
				spring-time at that spot. He said nothing, but he smiled at me with the
				air of a man who sees the fulfillment of that which he had expected.

And yet for all his watchfulness he was never depressed. On the contrary,
				I can never recollect having seen him in such exuberant spirits. Again and
				again he recurred to the fact that if he could be assured that society was
				freed from Professor Moriarty he would cheerfully bring his own career to
				a conclusion.

"I think that I may go so far as to say, Watson, that I have not lived
				wholly in vain," he remarked. "If my record were closed to-night I could
				still survey it with equanimity. The air of London is the sweeter for my
				presence. In over a thousand cases I am not aware that I have ever used my
				powers upon the wrong side. Of late I have been tempted to look into the
				problems furnished by nature rather than those more superficial ones for
				which our artificial state of society is responsible. Your memoirs will
				draw to an end, Watson, upon the day that I crown my career by the capture
				or extinction of the most dangerous and capable criminal in Europe."

I shall be brief, and yet exact, in the little which remains for me to
				tell. It is not a subject on which I would willingly dwell, and yet I am
				conscious that a duty devolves upon me to omit no detail.

It was on the 3d of May that we reached the little village of Meiringen,
				where we put up at the Englischer Hof, then kept by Peter Steiler the
				elder. Our landlord was an intelligent man, and spoke excellent English,
				having served for three years as waiter at the Grosvenor Hotel in London.
				At his advice, on the afternoon of the 4th we set off together, with the
				intention of crossing the hills and spending the night at the hamlet of
				Rosenlaui. We had strict injunctions, however, on no account to pass the
				falls of Reichenbach, which are about half-way up the hill, without making
				a small detour to see them.

It is indeed, a fearful place. The torrent, swollen by the melting snow,
				plunges into a tremendous abyss, from which the spray rolls up like the
				smoke from a burning house. The shaft into which the river hurls itself is
				an immense chasm, lined by glistening coal-black rock, and narrowing into
				a creaming, boiling pit of incalculable depth, which brims over and shoots
				the stream onward over its jagged lip. The long sweep of green water
				roaring forever down, and the thick flickering curtain of spray hissing
				forever upward, turn a man giddy with their constant whirl and clamor. We
				stood near the edge peering down at the gleam of the breaking water far
				below us against the black rocks, and listening to the half-human shout
				which came booming up with the spray out of the abyss.

The path has been cut half-way round the fall to afford a complete view,
				but it ends abruptly, and the traveler has to return as he came. We had
				turned to do so, when we saw a Swiss lad come running along it with a
				letter in his hand. It bore the mark of the hotel which we had just left,
				and was addressed to me by the landlord. It appeared that within a very
				few minutes of our leaving, an English lady had arrived who was in the
				last stage of consumption. She had wintered at Davos Platz, and was
				journeying now to join her friends at Lucerne, when a sudden hemorrhage
				had overtaken her. It was thought that she could hardly live a few hours,
				but it would be a great consolation to her to see an English doctor, and,
				if I would only return, etc. The good Steiler assured me in a postscript
				that he would himself look upon my compliance as a very great favor, since
				the lady absolutely refused to see a Swiss physician, and he could not but
				feel that he was incurring a great responsibility.

The appeal was one which could not be ignored. It was impossible to refuse
				the request of a fellow-countrywoman dying in a strange land. Yet I had my
				scruples about leaving Holmes. It was finally agreed, however, that he
				should retain the young Swiss messenger with him as guide and companion
				while I returned to Meiringen. My friend would stay some little time at
				the fall, he said, and would then walk slowly over the hill to Rosenlaui,
				where I was to rejoin him in the evening. As I turned away I saw Holmes,
				with his back against a rock and his arms folded, gazing down at the rush
				of the waters. It was the last that I was ever destined to see of him in
				this world.

When I was near the bottom of the descent I looked back. It was
				impossible, from that position, to see the fall, but I could see the
				curving path which winds over the shoulder of the hill and leads to it.
				Along this a man was, I remember, walking very rapidly.

I could see his black figure clearly outlined against the green behind
				him. I noted him, and the energy with which he walked but he passed from
				my mind again as I hurried on upon my errand.

It may have been a little over an hour before I reached Meiringen. Old
				Steiler was standing at the porch of his hotel.

"Well," said I, as I came hurrying up, "I trust that she is no worse?"

A look of surprise passed over his face, and at the first quiver of his
				eyebrows my heart turned to lead in my breast.

"You did not write this?" I said, pulling the letter from my pocket.
				"There is no sick Englishwoman in the hotel?"

"Certainly not!" he cried. "But it has the hotel mark upon it! Ha, it must
				have been written by that tall Englishman who came in after you had gone.
				He said—"

But I waited for none of the landlord's explanations. In a tingle of fear
				I was already running down the village street, and making for the path
				which I had so lately descended. It had taken me an hour to come down. For
				all my efforts two more had passed before I found myself at the fall of
				Reichenbach once more. There was Holmes's Alpine-stock still leaning
				against the rock by which I had left him. But there was no sign of him,
				and it was in vain that I shouted. My only answer was my own voice
				reverberating in a rolling echo from the cliffs around me.

It was the sight of that Alpine-stock which turned me cold and sick. He
				had not gone to Rosenlaui, then. He had remained on that three-foot path,
				with sheer wall on one side and sheer drop on the other, until his enemy
				had overtaken him. The young Swiss had gone too. He had probably been in
				the pay of Moriarty, and had left the two men together. And then what had
				happened? Who was to tell us what had happened then?

I stood for a minute or two to collect myself, for I was dazed with the
				horror of the thing. Then I began to think of Holmes's own methods and to
				try to practise them in reading this tragedy. It was, alas, only too easy
				to do. During our conversation we had not gone to the end of the path, and
				the Alpine-stock marked the place where we had stood. The blackish soil is
				kept forever soft by the incessant drift of spray, and a bird would leave
				its tread upon it. Two lines of footmarks were clearly marked along the
				farther end of the path, both leading away from me. There were none
				returning. A few yards from the end the soil was all ploughed up into a
				patch of mud, and the branches and ferns which fringed the chasm were torn
				and bedraggled. I lay upon my face and peered over with the spray spouting
				up all around me. It had darkened since I left, and now I could only see
				here and there the glistening of moisture upon the black walls, and far
				away down at the end of the shaft the gleam of the broken water. I
				shouted; but only the same half-human cry of the fall was borne back to my
				ears.

But it was destined that I should after all have a last word of greeting
				from my friend and comrade. I have said that his Alpine-stock had been
				left leaning against a rock which jutted on to the path. From the top of
				this bowlder the gleam of something bright caught my eye, and, raising my
				hand, I found that it came from the silver cigarette-case which he used to
				carry. As I took it up a small square of paper upon which it had lain
				fluttered down on to the ground. Unfolding it, I found that it consisted
				of three pages torn from his note-book and addressed to me. It was
				characteristic of the man that the direction was a precise, and the
				writing as firm and clear, as though it had been written in his study.

My dear Watson [it said], I write these few lines through the courtesy of
				Mr. Moriarty, who awaits my convenience for the final discussion of those
				questions which lie between us. He has been giving me a sketch of the
				methods by which he avoided the English police and kept himself informed
				of our movements. They certainly confirm the very high opinion which I had
				formed of his abilities. I am pleased to think that I shall be able to
				free society from any further effects of his presence, though I fear that
				it is at a cost which will give pain to my friends, and especially, my
				dear Watson, to you. I have already explained to you, however, that my
				career had in any case reached its crisis, and that no possible conclusion
				to it could be more congenial to me than this. Indeed, if I may make a
				full confession to you, I was quite convinced that the letter from
				Meiringen was a hoax, and I allowed you to depart on that errand under the
				persuasion that some development of this sort would follow. Tell Inspector
				Patterson that the papers which he needs to convict the gang are in
				pigeonhole M., done up in a blue envelope and inscribed "Moriarty." I made
				every disposition of my property before leaving England, and handed it to
				my brother Mycroft. Pray give my greetings to Mrs. Watson, and believe me
				to be, my dear fellow,

				Very sincerely yours,

				Sherlock Holmes

A few words may suffice to tell the little that remains. An examination by
				experts leaves little doubt that a personal contest between the two men
				ended, as it could hardly fail to end in such a situation, in their
				reeling over, locked in each other's arms. Any attempt at recovering the
				bodies was absolutely hopeless, and there, deep down in that dreadful
				caldron of swirling water and seething foam, will lie for all time the
				most dangerous criminal and the foremost champion of the law of their
				generation. The Swiss youth was never found again, and there can be no
				doubt that he was one of the numerous agents whom Moriarty kept in his
				employ. As to the gang, it will be within the memory of the public how
				completely the evidence which Holmes had accumulated exposed their
				organization, and how heavily the hand of the dead man weighed upon them.
				Of their terrible chief few details came out during the proceedings, and
				if I have now been compelled to make a clear statement of his career it is
				due to those injudicious champions who have endeavored to clear his memory
				by attacks upon him whom I shall ever regard as the best and the wisest
				man whom I have ever known.

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OCDS Indonesia
==============

A data repository for Indonesia procurement data using [OCDS specification](http://ocds.open-contracting.org/standard/r/0__3__3/).

The mapping technique is based on [open-contracting/mapper](https://github.com/open-contracting/mapper) project developed by Sarah Bird. Please find the detail instructions [here](http://standard.open-contracting.org/field-notes-transforming-canadian-procurement-data-to-ocds-format/).

Below is the example for running the mapping script:
```
$ python oc-mapper/mapper.py
    --csv-file lpse-procurement-2013.csv
    --mapping-file mapping-lpse-procurement.json
    --ocid-prefix ocds --ocid-namespace odlab > lpse-procurement-2013.json
```

Licensing
---------

This repository contains public datasets published by the Open Data Lab Jakarta under [Open Data Commons Open Database 1.0 License (ODC-ODbL)](http://opendatacommons.org/licenses/odbl/1.0/).

```
You are free:
- To Share: To copy, distribute and use the database.
- To Create: To produce works from the database.
- To Adapt: To modify, transform and build upon the database.

As long as you:
- Attribute: You must attribute any public use of the database, or works produced
from the database, in the manner specified in the ODbL. For any use or redistribution
of the database, or works produced from it, you must make clear to others the license
of the database and keep intact any notices on the original database.
- Share-Alike: If you publicly use any adapted version of this database, or works
produced from an adapted database, you must also offer that adapted database under
the ODbL.
- Keep open: If you redistribute the database, or an adapted version of it, then you
may use technological measures that restrict the work (such as DRM) as long as you
also redistribute a version without such measures.
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from .conf import settings
from .exceptions import DeprecatedKeyFormat, WrongKeyFormat

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    except (cache.InvalidCacheBackendError, ValueError):
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    return c

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def digest_args(args):
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