Professor Moriarty

I thought you might possibly come to that conclusion, Mr. Hogue.

I've warned you repeatedly, Holmes, that you were getting to be a nuisance.

Surely you must have realized how dangerous that can be.

This time, Holmes, you've overreached yourself.

Not necessary, my dear Holmes.

But expedient.

We drowned him.

I wonder if Dr. Watson can guess why.

You see, Dr. Watson, drowning would serve two purposes.

It would eliminate Mr. Bainbridge, and it would provide a taste, dear, for Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

I knew he'd never turn down an invitation involving a corpse in a toga ostensibly drowned in an ancient Roman bath.

You will, Sir George, you will.

Sorry to have to execute you, too.

I'm afraid you signed your own death warrant when you sent for Mr. Sherlock Holmes instead of Scotland Yard.

I rather thought you would, you know.

Ah, well, this is what comes of associating with anyone who is foolish enough to think he can outwit Professor Moriarty.

Just like Aida and her young man.

Isn't it romantic?

You might try singing yourself to death as they did.

Such a waste of time, I always thought.