Chapter 6 Manuscript (Part III)

I sat comfortably in the warm study of Cransville Manor, facing my friend, with a relaxed expression on my face. "I really don't know why your guardian gave you such a name, John Watson," he said with disdain, "I don't like this name at all." "It's John George Watson, but I don't go by that name anymore. I'm John George Cransville now." I took out an Indian cigar, lit it, and smoked it, which my friend obviously didn't like. The choking smell, he frowned. "I can't imagine that old George Cranswell would come up with a vampire legend to cover up his son's elopement, and find a tramp corpse to pass off as George Cranswell Jr. I think he put the body The bloody mess is also to prevent others from recognizing that it is not my son."

"My father, George Cranswell Jr., and my mother were passionately in love, but my conservative grandfather would never allow his son to marry a sharecropper's daughter, so they eloped to America, I was born there. But poverty took their lives one after another. I was sent to an orphanage. From then on, I swore to be a rich man. Then I returned to England and joined the army. India." "And then you met me, didn't you? I helped you get back your property." "But I also share half of the property with you as a reward. This is our original agreement." "Yes." My friend said with a smile, "Actually, I had another plan, but when I saw you being attacked by a mental patient, I had this more brilliant plan in my mind."

"But you still almost failed. You were seen by Hawke when you climbed out of the window of Mrs. Klinger's room." "Yes, it was close, but fortunately Hawke is a money-grubbing person, otherwise we would not have succeeded. I bribed Hawke, and took the opportunity to let you tamper with the carriage, so that money-grubbing Hawke Shut up forever." "The way you poured potassium cyanide into Klinger's coffee is also very beautiful. If I hadn't known it in advance, I wouldn't have seen it. But it's still too risky for you to impersonate Holmes. If someone else finds out—" I said with lingering fear.

My friend interrupted me and said: "That's also because of the mischievous idea that flashed into my mind when I saw your name, but please believe me, I will not do it without absolute certainty. At this moment Holmes is being captured." My men are walking around France by the nose." "Yes, I believe in you, so we can succeed, don't you? Professor James Moriarty." My friend smiled, without saying a word, quietly looking at the foggy Cransville outside the window...