A Letter from Professor Moriarty to His Brother, James
James, my dear brother,
I have been in Switzerland for a week now, safe, but prepared for the worst. The people who have fed and sheltered me here also give me warning that a famous crime solver from England has traveled to this country. What this could mean, I dread to guess.
When I first went into hiding, I did so with a single purpose. To evade that blasted Holmes. That detective has ruined every single plan of mine since our first encounter, and I am tired of his annoyances. I have decided to deal with him once and for all at the Reichenbach Falls. So what will I find when I arrive there? Who will greet me? Holmes and Watson, as I feel most presciently? Or nothing but the whistling of a cold and lonely wind?
I am weary of this fight, James. Not because I am tired, but because my struggle seems to move in one direction only: towards chaos. And yet, I have a strange feeling that it may soon be coming to an end.
Should anything happen to me James, should my scheming fail me, or my ego lead me astray, do not seek retribution or revenge in my memory,, but continue the efforts of the criminal underground in England, so that our family may still benefit. Do not worry long over my fate. My story is one of many thousands, and the world will not suffer if it ends too soon.
Forever your brother,