It was a dark and bitterly cold night. His clothes were stained with dust and dirty snow, and his face was extremely pale. However, Mr Stapleton was overwhelmed with satisfaction, and his eyes sparkled with intense joy.
He arrived at Waterloo Station at eight o'clock, and headed straight towards platform two - the Southampton line.
The Southampton express was ready to leave - a few porters were busy loading a Lady's luggage in the first class wagon. Stapleton decided to wait a little before getting in the train. He would sit one last time on one of these fine London benches. After all, benches in South America were quite less comfortable. Besides - he deserved a moment of triumph.
He sat down and opened his suitcase. His eyes found the two envelopes he had carefully stored inside.
The first envelope would make him rich: the enclosed documents proved that he was, without the shadow of a doubt, the last Baskerville alive.
As the only heir to the Baskerville domain and possessions, he would claim them - from Argentina. He would obtain the fortune without ever returning to England at all.
The second envelope would make him even richer. He had seized the Duke's secret documents by chance - on the body of one of Moriarty's thugs. He would have all major powers bid for them.
His Hound had served him well. Too bad he had had to shoot the poor beast before coming to the station - after all, he had only bought one ticket.
There was a general clearing. Stapleton picked up his suitcase and was about to start off into the darkness when a stranger accosted him.
It was Dragon Phoenix.
Korais666 ran along the platform.
Sherlock and Mycroft managed to throw Korais to the floor.
Ellen Sutton picked up the suitcase, and handed it to the three Scotland Yard inspectors who had appeared on the platform.
'I think these gentlemen have some questions for you', Sherlock concluded. 'As to you all, my dear friends, thank you for your help in putting these crimes to an end... And please - follow me to Baker Street, for I believe we deserve some sort of celebration !'