When William James Moriarty claims responsibility for being the Lord of Crime in all the papers, aristocratic condemnation and public anger falls upon the Moriartys. The final problem of the Moriarty Plan that William has concocted at long last begins.
There is no way, no matter
what I do, to rub this stain out.
Diese Unreinheit werde ich,
No hay forma, sin importar lo que haga,
Quoi que je fasse,
Não tem jeito, não importa
o quanto eu esfregar,
И теперь я никогда,
никак не смою эту грязь.