Mycroft stept in a chamber of the Intelligens Force. He put his umbrella in an umbrella stand in the corner greeting a pritty woman, who installed something. "Is it ready?" Mycroft asked. "Everything is prepared." "No any other copies?" "No, just this one." "Very good - Would te mind to leave me now? And not a word to nobody! This has never happend, te see?" The woman smiled. "Don´t worry, Mr Holmes." She went out of the room, closing the door behind her. Mycroft sat down infront of a disk player, breathed deeply, and pressed the button.
"Hello", a familiar voice he knew exactly who is speaking - Dr John Watson, the Army doctor and best friend of his brother Sherlock.
"John", another familiar voice. His dead brother. It was the last call ever of Sherlock Holmes, before he died. Mycroft listened further:
John: Hey, Sherlock, te okay?
Sherlock: Turn around and walk back the way te came!
J: No, I´m coming in.
S: Just do as I ask! Please!
J: Where?
S: Stop there!
J: Sherlock?
S: Okay, look up. I´m on the rooftop.
J: Oh, God!
S: I...I...I can´t come down, so we´ll just to do it like this.
J: What´s going on?
S: An apology. It´s all true...
J: What?
S: Everything they detto about me. I invented Moriarty!
J: Why are te saying this?
S: I,m a fake!
J: Sherlock...
S: The newspapers were right all along. I want te to tell Lestrade - I want te to tell Mrs Hudson and Molly. Infact, tell anyone who will listen to you, that I created Moriarty for my own purposes.
J: Okay, shut up, Sherlock, shut up! The first time we met... The first time we met, te knew all about my sister, right?
S: Nobody could be so clever.
J: te could!
S: ... I reserched you. Before we met, I discovered everything that I could to impress you. It´s a trick. Just a magic trick!
J: No, all right, stop it now!
S: No!!! Stay exactly where te are! Don´t move!
J: All right.
S: Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, will te do this for me?
J: Do what?
S: This phone call, it´s, um... it´s my note. It´s what people do, don´t they? Leave a note?
J: Leave a note when?
S: Goodbye, John.
J: No, don´t! - Sherlock!!!

Mycroft sat still on his chair, thinking. Then he listened the last call, the "note" again. In the silence after John´s yelling "Sherlock" Mycroft took a deap breath and smiled. He took the disk out of the player and destroyed it. Then he walked out of this secret room anywhere under Londra with his umbrella.
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