Chapter 23 final record of the ripper case

Holmes confuses me.I admit that, because he had been away from England for some time, I took it upon myself to put the case of Jack the Ripper into narrative form, against his wishes.Twenty years have passed.In the ninth year, a new heir, a distant relative, took the title of Charles.I may add that this man lived in England only occasionally, and paid little attention to the Shires name, or the glorious history it stood for. However, I began to feel that it was time to tell the world the truth about the Ripper case.Tell the world about the murderer who made his mark in criminal history - if that word can be used - and the story of Sherlock Holmes' efforts to stop the monster rampage in the Whitechapel area.

After Holmes returned from abroad, I confided this idea to him in the most convincing terms I thought possible, but he stubbornly refused. "No, no, Watson, let the bones rot. The world will take no more interest in the publication of this story." "But, Holmes! All these efforts—" "I am sorry, Watson. But these are the last words I have to say on the matter." "Then," I said gloomily, "permit me to send you the manuscript. Perhaps you will find these papers suitable for lighting your pipe." "I am honored, Watson, and touched," he said, with great pleasure. "In return, allow me to tell you the details of a little story about a case I have just succeeded. You may use your undoubted Write down the genius of your book and hand it over to your publisher right away. It's the story of a South American navigator who, with a 'real' Roc egg, almost succeeds in outwitting a European monopoly. It's called ' The Persian Sinbad case 'Well, will you be less disappointed?"

At this point, the matter is over.