We followed Hans down to a carriage where we were introduced to his partner and were whisked away. The hotel was across town, but we made good time. We had left nothing in the hotel, but had not checked out. We stuffed our valise under the back seat. As we approached the Krupp munitions factory, it laid out in an imposing set of buildings, blast furnaces and foundries. Rail cars were being loaded all day long. The hastily erected mooring derrick for the Zeppelin could be seen off to one side. Apparently the air ship had all ready made its pickup and was on its journey. This was confirmed by Hans. He had been one of the spectators of the loading of the Zeppelin. Most of the town who could break, away rushed to the Krupp factory when the un announced arrival of the Zeppelin alerted the city to a new wonder they had only read about, the rigid airship. The ship had presented quite an awe inspiring sight as it gracefully drove among the low hanging clouds. The drone of its motors could be heard below by the folks below who seldom were disturbed by the internal combustion engine let alone in such an unusual manner. They were of course stopped at the gates and none were allowed in to see what cargo was being shipped. But that did not deter the spectators. The gigantic shadow as the ship had flown over the town had swept the streets, immediately drew the crowds to the Krupp facilities. They cheered as the Zeppelin was moored and a lot of people stayed around long after the docking when the mundane matters of restocking and preparing the hold for the Professor’s devise was performed. The smaller crowd remained, even though they could not see the particulars of the preparation for the continued journey of the great ship. The loading of supplies and the devise took past the night when all of the spectators had returned home. They did not know when to return to see the departure, since it was not posted anywhere and the local papers were frozen out of any information, although their reporters determinedly tried to pry loose anything to do with why it was here and where it was going and when. “I was much impressed myself,” Hans related. “But I knew the deadly cargo and what needed to be done. Jack had already briefed us and gave us these papers to clear our way.” Jack’s papers were closely examined by the entrance guards when we presented them at the gate. “What is your business with the Herr Zuner?’ the guard demanded. We had chosen to make our visit to the day shift superintendent in order not to arouse suspicions and have Moriarty notified of our presence. “Heir Zuner was concerned about vermin control. We are here to guarantee that there will be no further concern with that.” Hans replied with an earnest face. We were ushered in with directions on how to get to his office. Instead, we made our way to the headquarters building that housed the Professor’s office. We wanted our presence announced at the last minute, in order to catch the Professor unawares. We had arrived early so he would be there, but expecting us later. Hans and his partner preceded us into the building; they sat down in the lobby and ignored us. We went to the reception desk and reported that we were slightly early for our meeting with Mr. Catesby. The receptionist wanted us to wait while she notified Mr. Catesby of our arrival. We haughtily informed her that we were Agents of the Kaiser and we would go straight to his office, we had been there before (a lie) and knew the way. She was flustered but our imposing manner made her sit down, and at this moment Hans and his partner had approached her with inquires to distract her from following up on us. We headed up stairs. We made our way to the corner office that was the local headquarters of Moriarty. We stopped in front of his door and listened. We did not hear anyone conversing. There was no one in the hallway, and only remotely muffled typewriters could be heard mutely down the hallway. I put my hand on the doorknob and found it unlocked. We rapidly opened the door, came in and closed it behind us. A dark figure sat behind a wide drawing table next to a desk, bent over large plans, rose in front of us, its head swiveled side-to-side, eyes as slits cutting into our conscious. “Holmes! You have interfered with me enough. I won’t…” Moriarty started. The explosion that erupted from my pocket, blasted an ugly entry hole in the middle of the magnificent forehead of Moriarty. From the exit wound blew a significant portion of the Professor’s brain, to splatter a horrendous red splotch of grey gore and dripping blood. The corpse dropped, gun in hand, like a cement sack. “Holmes!!!” Watson exclaimed incredulously. “I didn’t need to exchange pleasantries with him, Watson. The traitor and murderer has wasted enough of my time and concern.” I cut him short. “I was going to congratulate you on an excellent shot, my friend. You got yours off before I could clear my weapon,” Watson rejoined, having drawn his own revolver into his hand, “Bloody cold-blooded reptile deserved no less.”