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"Do you still require further proof?" Olivia triumphantly queried.

"No indeed, Lady Hampton, no indeed. The professor is a man long overdue for a date with the executioner. Take him away men, and watch him closely, he is a crafty one." the Inspector said with a hint of pleasure in his voice.

In the coach on the way back to Baker Street, my overwhelming curiosity led me to inquire how she had reached the conclusion that Diane was Moriarty.

"Actually, Doctor, I first grew suspicious of Diane as she was too precise a woman. Like a well-schooled actor playing a part. The real club members all share a common admiration for the feminine. They seek to experience it fully, often resulting in mistakes as a result of trial and error methods. They never are are satisfied with merely performing the part of a woman, but must experience womanhood. Diane was different. I strongly suspected her as being the black- mailer and murderer, but wasn't sure until the murder of Adrian. Then I was faced with how to bring her to justice, without jeopardizing the secret life of the club's members. When, this evening after presenting my case I realized I had failed, I grew angry. Then my intuition began working and I sensed that only a known master criminal would have conceived such a caper. Only after I unmasked him did I realize who Diane really was."

As in our journey to the club she grew silent and her haunting eyes fixed in a trance-like gaze into the night.

The landlady brought on the tea and Olivia served me a cup. She instructed me to relax and enjoy my tea, that she would return in a moment. After she stepped into the next room, I sat back gazing into the fire and pondered the events of the evening. In a few moments I broke out in a riotous fit of laughter which prompted Olivia to inquire from the next room what I had found so amusing.

"It's the irony of this whole situation. Oh, if Holmes could only be here now." I said wiping the tears of laughter from my cheek. "Homes spent his entire lifetime perfecting his deductive logical methods, yet in all his labors he was never able to capture and bring Moriarty to justice. For years he harrassed and chastized me for my intuitive hunches and jumping to conclusions. He fought an almost loosing