There's no way to prove to anyone-- even all of you-- that he is Moriarty. And not just some strange who looks like him. [Every trace that had been on his suit? Laundered away. The dust and dirt and all other traces spoke of Luceti now, not London.
Now, ah, to find that mobile. If it's even here. If it will ever be here. If he could lay his hands on that, he could prove it. Or his journal. Names were etched into the inside covers of those. But both of those things were likely to be carefully guarded. And Moriarty had litle to do here that could distract him from protecting his secrets.
And without proof... He'd seen what would happen. He'd barely survived it in London.] Just keep your distance from him.
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There's no way to prove to anyone-- even all of you-- that he is Moriarty. And not just some strange who looks like him. [Every trace that had been on his suit? Laundered away. The dust and dirt and all other traces spoke of Luceti now, not London.
Now, ah, to find that mobile. If it's even here. If it will ever be here. If he could lay his hands on that, he could prove it. Or his journal. Names were etched into the inside covers of those. But both of those things were likely to be carefully guarded. And Moriarty had litle to do here that could distract him from protecting his secrets.
And without proof... He'd seen what would happen. He'd barely survived it in London.] Just keep your distance from him.