He doesn't even know how he could begin to explain what Moran had done to him over the past three years, especially when he knows he did a good deal of it to himself, too. He has another swallow of brandy, and he closes his eyes as he walks through his plans for this evening. Maybe once Watson sees the man, he'll understand, he'll believe, and Holmes won't have to lay it out.
"I must let him see me alive. I must let him see me leave Baker street. And you, my d-- " He shoots a cautious glance at Watson and presses on. "And you, Watson, must flee under cover. We will reunite, and then we will lie in wait for him. He will walk into my trap, and hopefully we'll both have the chance to deliver a right hook or two before Scotland Yard arrives to take him where he belongs."
He looks back into his brandy glass and swirls it idly, watching the liquid slosh around.
"I didn't spend three years concocting an elaborate lie to trick you into letting me help myself to your brandy. I spent three years waiting to tell you the truth. There is little else I'd like to do just now."
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"I must let him see me alive. I must let him see me leave Baker street. And you, my d-- " He shoots a cautious glance at Watson and presses on. "And you, Watson, must flee under cover. We will reunite, and then we will lie in wait for him. He will walk into my trap, and hopefully we'll both have the chance to deliver a right hook or two before Scotland Yard arrives to take him where he belongs."
He looks back into his brandy glass and swirls it idly, watching the liquid slosh around.
"I didn't spend three years concocting an elaborate lie to trick you into letting me help myself to your brandy. I spent three years waiting to tell you the truth. There is little else I'd like to do just now."