Watson. You mean—Miss Faulkner? (Going to lower corner of desk.)
(Holmes nods slightly in affirmative without turning to Watson.)
(Love music. Very pp.)
Holmes (turning suddenly to Watson). Watson, she trusted me! She—clung to me! There wero four to one against me! They said "Come here," I said "Stay close to me," and she did! She clung to me. I could feel her heart beating againat mine—and I was playing a game! (lower parenthetical) a dangerous game—but I was playing it!—It will be the same to-night! She'll be there—I'll be here! She'll listen—she'll believe—and she'll trust me and I'll—be playing—a game. No more. I've had enough! It's my last case!
(Watson has been watching him narrowly.)
Oh well! what does it matter? Life is small affair at the most—a little while—a few sunrises and sunsets—the warm breath of a few summers—the cold chill of a few winters (Looking down on floor a little way before him in meditation.) And then
(Pause.)
Watson. And then?
(Holmes glances up at him. Upward toss of hand before speaking and goes R.)
Holmes. And then.
(The music stops.)
Watson (going to Holmes R.C.). My dear Holmes—I'm afraid that plan of gaining her confidences and regard went a little further than you intended.
(Holmes nods assent slightly.)
Holmes (mutters after nodding). A trifle!
Watson. For her or for you?
ſ For her (looks up at Watson slowly) and for me.
Watson (astonished. After an instant's pause). But if you both love ench other
Holmes (putting hand on Watson to stop him sharply). Sh! Don't say it! (Pause.) You mustn't tempt me with such a thought. That girl! young exquisite just beginning her sweet life I seared, drugged, poisoned, almont at an end! No! no! I must cure her! I must stop it, now—while there's time! (Pause.) She's coming here.
Watson. She won't come alone?
Holmes. No, Térèse will be with her.
