Moriarty the Patriot (憂国のモリアーティ)

Yeah, he's dead. Have a look.

It's clearly a murder.

Murder?!

So, Liam, you have nothing to do before we reach London, do you?

Shall we have a contest to see who can find the culprit first?

Wh-What are you talking about?! This is a murder case, not a game!

Very well. That might be interesting.

However, the case appears to be a bit more complicated.

Huh?

John...

Right, what's all the fuss?!

The transport police?

The mist is hiding the sin

I hold in my hand the LIST of judgment

I'm gonna do the perfect crime and bury them in a cist

That's my DYING WISH for you

Guys of the privileged class torment the weak

And they enjoy it

That's a bloody world, an endlessly discriminatory society (dystopia)

Happiness does not bloom here

We are oppressed

We must do something. Come on

Let the end begin

Break it to relieve your soul

Open your eyes. You'll be reborn when you lose your life

We're lords of crime. We're sacrifice for ideals

Freedom lives forever, even if we die

Wha--?!

The Two Detectives Act 2

What is the meaning of this?!

The Great Northern Railway Transport Police are in charge of this!

Take this man into custody!

Aye!

Just a moment, please! This blood isn't--

Someone ran into me a moment ago as I was leaving the loo!

I went back to my compartment, and after a short while, I noticed the blood.

Please, you must believe me!

We'll listen to what you have to say for yourself later. Now, come along!

Just a moment, please.

I am Lestrade of Scotland Yard.

Eh? You're the one with the reputation for competence!

Yes, well...

This is consulting detective Sherlock Holmes.

The famous detective?

And the man whom you've cast your suspicion of murder upon is his friend, Dr John H. Watson.

H-He is?!

Dr Watson is not the sort of man who would commit murder.

Please, exercise wise judgement here.

Still, under the circumstances...

Aah! This is a waste of time!

You're the ones who don't understand the circumstances, you bollock-brains!

Wh-What do you mean by that?!

See here! The murderer is still aboard this train!

Unless he's leapt from a train travelling to London at 100 kph, that is!

The next station this train will stop at after leaving Doncaster will be at Grantham.

That's about 80 kilometres away.

In other words--

That's roughly 48 minutes.

Exactly! We have to find the killer in 48 minutes, or he'll get away!

Can you people do that?! Well?!

Er... Well, that is...

But it is something that we can do.

Holmes has actually solved a good many cases. Why don't we leave this up to him?

I don't care how famous a detective he is, turning this over to a civilian is...

Brother, we have nothing at all to do with this incident.

Best that we not become involved with Holmes.

You're right. But even so...

...an innocent man has fallen under the suspicion of murder...

...and it will be quite impossible for the transport police

to catch the murderer and prove their crime in the time remaining.

Why not fulfil our noblesse oblige in this matter, Louis?

Very well, Brother.

I'm telling you, just give us 48 minutes and we'll solve this whole thing!

Right, Liam?

"Liam"? How familiar.

Why, there may be a way to solve this without even taking that much time.

Ho? Listen to you.

Chance may have brought us together here,

but I will give my all to ensure that the Moriarty name is not put to shame.

Sounds good. Then it's a contest to see who can deliver the culprit first.

This isn't a game.

Very well. On the good word of Inspector Lestrade,

I will leave it to you until we reach the next station.

Much obliged.

However, we will still place Mr Watson in our custody.

Sherlo--

Time is short. Let's do this quickly, Liam.

I was hoping you would say that.

H-Hey, you don't have a key! How did you open that?

You're a policeman, aren't you? Can't you even pick a lock?

So that's it.

I just about have it.

Did you find something that will lead us to the killer?

Yeah. What we know at this point...

...is that the victim is a jeweller from London, Trevor Redwood.

The killer is a male... who boarded the train at the terminus in Durham...

...and when his drugging-robbery went awry, he knifed this man to death.

A drugging-robbery? Then this is not just an ordinary murder?

Unmistakably.

Isn't that obvious?

It's almost as if there are two Holmeses!

My word, this man Moriarty, as well...

Please, would you explain it to me?

What am I going to do with you?

Time is short, so I'm only going to say this once.

Look here. First, this compartment has two sets of men's footprints.

One set belongs to the victim;

the other from the Durham man, measuring 10 inches.

How do you know he was from Durham?

Look at the shoes of the maths professor from Durham University.

Hmm? The mud?

Yes. It was raining in Durham.

But the weather has been clear since our first stop, in York.

Indeed. That does narrow down the sex and the station where the killer boarded.

Additionally, this is what Mr Holmes was talking about.

Whisky. The bottle is here, as well.

There is still a faint, lingering aroma of chloral.

When mixed with alcohol, it becomes a dangerous drug which exhibits powerful soporific effects.

Whatever means were used, someone must have laced his drink with it.

Then why did the murderer kill the victim?

Huh? Because something happened which the killer wasn't expecting.

Nothing more than that.

This was emphatically a sudden, unforeseen crime.

If the objective were to kill this man,

there is no reason to do so on a train, where a quick escape is impossible.

It is more likely that the culprit drugged the victim,

and despite his success in momentarily incapacitating him...

...the drug may not have been strong enough, or his tolerance to it too high,

resulting in his awakening during the theft.

That must have been unexpected.

Judging by the shape of his wound,

the weapon must have been a keen blade, such as a knife.

The marks left on the case indicate that he tried to pry it open with just such an item.

A knife, eh? I don't see one here. The killer must have left with it.

The chances are quite high.

When the victim awakened, there was a scuffle, during which he stabbed him.

Perhaps he was surprised by the amount of blood,

but there are indications that the killer held his hand over the wound to stop the bleeding.

Quite so. There is no blood on the victim's hands, but there is a bloody handprint there.

He must have panicked and forgotten his primary objective.

He ended up leaving the body here,

and even the whisky, and the briefcase he was after still remain.

"Take the weapon and the room key, and lock the door"--

It looks as though no other thought entered his mind.

The crime scene vividly demonstrates that the culprit was flustered.

Agreed, Liam.

You're done with the crime scene?

Yeah. There's nothing left to see.

Let's go, John--

Thirty-nine minutes remain.

Lord Moriarty!

I brought the passenger list and compartment layouts!

I will take a look at them. But first, I have a few questions for you.

Holmes... the one man in the world to whom Brother William pays due respect.

However, from Brother's standpoint, he is no more than a pawn to be used.

And yet he addresses him so casually, not to mention challenges him to a contest.

Could he be any cheekier?

If he ever stops being of use to us, I'll...

I see...

Very well, then. Thank you.

No, not at all. Assisting a nobleman...

...is an honour.

Have you learnt something?

Yes.

Holmes will use the particular circumstantial evidence,