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Naturally, the headline attracted the attention of a man who made it his business to help put men behind bars. He paid for the paper and began reading immediately. Colonel Moran?! The man reading the paper looked round him immediately, as if expecting to see the Colonel across the street. He saw nothing, but still felt ill at ease. Best to get home.
He checked himself before entering Baker Street, remembering Moran's last attempt on his life, and crossed round to the back of the house. He remembered leaving the window open, but if Watson was in, he might have closed it.
Fortunately, "might" dealt only with possibilities, and he found the window open. He climbed the ground storey to the window, then paused a moment at the sill and listened. "I have every free man at the Yard searching for him, Doctor, and they shall not rest till he is locked away behind bars again. We at the Yard take this matter very personally, as you and Mr. Holmes are the ones threatened this time. You both have helped us so often, now it is our time to help you." The rare expression of gratitude from Lestrade surprised him, but he paid it no mind and eased the window open enough for him to crawl through. He managed to get inside with a minimum of sound, and dusted himself off before going to his door and listening again.
"I know you will be doing all in your power to get him back under lock and key, but you also know that Moran is now probably the most dangerous man in London and could cause a lot of distraction not only for Holmes and myself. We must try to catch him as fast as possible."
Holmes chose that moment to fling open the door. "Watson, Colonel Moran is unquestionably the most dangerous man in London, considering the death of his master. I am not surprised the Colonel managed to escape, as precious few among the police give his abilities their due. The fact that this is a mistake any ordinary man could have made does not excuse the reality. Moran is loose. For the first time, London has a real danger wandering the streets."
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"Holmes! You're back!" he exclaimed, glad to see his friend unharmed. "So you have heard of what happened already? Do you have any idea what he might be planning, now?" Watson asked, his worry making him speak faster than was usual for him. But he could not help but feel nervous at the thought of a man like the Colonel running wilde in London. To be honest, Watson was quite worried about his friend's life, remembering clearly how Moran had hatefully glared at him during his capture.
Taking a deep breath to steel his unsettled nerves, Watson adressed his friend once more. "Do you think he is an actual threat towards you, Holmes? I mean, maybe he just wants to leave the country and escape justice?" he asked almost hopefully. At least then they would be rid of him, though he seriously doubted that someone as proud as Moran would simply take defeat like that.
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He quickly put his hand on the doctor's shoulder in a gesture of comfort when he noticed his friend's unease. Lestrade could easily understand the other man's fear. The Colonel was a very dangerous man, he was probably out for blood. "What is the plan, Mr Holmes? Personally, I would prefer if you and the good Doctor would safely stay here at Baker Street with a constable standing guard, while my men search the town for Moran, but something tells me that you won't be satisfied with this solution." Lestrade said to the detective.
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