If he had seen it, it would have gone hard with me.

But I read suspicion in his eyes.

Please burn the cipher message, which can now be of no use to you.
FRED PORLOCK." Holmes sat for some little time twisting this letter between his fingers, and frowning, as he stared into the fire.
"After all," he said at last, "there may be nothing in it.

It may be only his guilty conscience.

Knowing himself to be a traitor, he may have read the accusation in the other's eyes." "The other being, I presume, Professor Moriarty." "No less! When any of that party talk about 'He' you know whom they mean.