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The Final Problem
Withafewhurriedwordsastoourplansforthemorrowheroseandcameoutwithmeintothegarden,clamberingoverthewallwhichleadsintoMortimerStreet,andimmediatelywhistlingforahansom,inwhichIheardhimdriveaway.
InthemorningIobeyedHolmes’sinjunctionstotheletter.Ahansomwasprocuredwithsuchprecautionsaswouldpreventitsbeingonewhichwasplacedreadyforus,andIdroveimmediatelyafterbreakfasttotheLowtherArcade,throughwhichIhurriedatthetopofmyspeed.Abroughamwaswaitingwithaverymassivedriverwrappedinadarkcloak,who,theinstantthatIhadsteppedin,whippedupthehorseandrattledofftoVictoriaStation.Onmyalightingthereheturnedthecarriage,anddashedawayagainwithoutsomuchasalookinmydirection.
Sofarallhadgoneadmirably.Myluggagewaswaitingforme,andIhadnodifficultyinfindingthecarriagewhichHolmeshadindicated,thelesssoasitwastheonlyoneinthetrainwhichwasmarked"Engaged."Myonlysourceofanxietynowwasthenon-appearanceofHolmes.Thestationclockmarkedonlysevenminutesfromthetimewhenwewereduetostart.InvainIsearchedamongthegroupsoftravellersandleave-takersforthelithefigureofmyfriend.Therewasnosignofhim.IspentafewminutesinassistingavenerableItalianpriest,whowasendeavouringtomakeaporterunderstand,inhisbrokenEnglish,thathisluggagewastobebookedthroughtoParis.
