[Mind's Eye] The return of Sherlock Heretic

I saw only a fleeting glimpse pass in the shadows. SH himself had
taught me gait analysis and I was stunned. Hadn't I seen him fall at
Reichmodator Falls on that dark day of English mid-summer? I followed
immediately, expecting the shambling figure to stop at one of the many
opium dens in Deadwood's dockland. In one bound he was aboard a
steamer heaving away from an old broken jetty and I raced to join him
hoping my special senior citizen footware would cushion me when I hit
the deck. My knees were still issuing severe pain messages to my
brain as Heretic whispered 'have you got your revolver Watson, the
game's afoot'. It later transpired that Moriarty had slipped to his
doom at Reichmodator owing to his criminal failure to wear the stout,
cushion-soled brogues all grumpy old crimefighters have as standard
issue. Seizing on the moment, Heretic had removed the Professor's
brothel creepers and gone undercover as a night-soil operative in
Deadwood's tenderloin. We were now on the trail of a vicious gang of
Chinese talcum powder smugglers ...

Welcome back Allan.