Moriarty smiled his adder's smile. And I relaxed. I . My destiny and his wound together. It was a sensation I'd never got before upon meeting a man. When I'd had it from women, the upshot ranged from disappointment to attempted murder. Understand me, Professor James Moriarty was a hateful man, the most hateful, , creature I have ever known, not excluding Sir Augustus and Kali's Kitten and the Abominable Bloody Snow-Bastard and the Reverend Henry James Prince. He was something man-shaped that had crawled out from under a rock and moved into the manor house. But, at that moment, I was , and I remain his forever. If I am remembered, it will be because I knew . From that day on, he was my father, my commanding officer, my heathen idol, my fortune and terror and rapture.