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 It is not a subject on which I would willingly dwell, and yet I am conscious that a duty devolves upon me to omit no detail.

It was on the third of May that we reached the little village of Meiringen, where we put up at the Englischer Hof, then kept by Peter Steiler the elder. Our landlord was an intelligent man, and spoke excellent English, having served for three years as waiter at the Grosvenor Hotel in London. At his advice, on the afternoon of the fourth we set off together, with the intention of crossing the hills and spending the night at the hamlet of Rosenlaui. We had strict injunctions, however, on no account to pass the falls of Reichenbach, which are about half-way up the hill, without making a small detour to see them.

It is, indeed, a fearful place. The torrent, swollen by the melting snow, plunges into a tremendous abyss, from which the spray rolls up like the smoke from a burning house. The shaft into which the river hurls itself is an immense chasm, lined by glistening coal-black rock, and narrowing into a creaming, boiling pit of incalculable depth, which brims over and shoots the stream onward over its jagged lip. The long sweep of green water roaring forever down, and the thick flickering curtain of spray hissing forever upward, turn a man giddy with their constant whirl and clamor. We stood near the edge peering down at the gleam of the breaking water far below us against the black rocks, and listening to the half-human shout which came booming up with the spray out of the abyss.

The path has been cut half-way round the fall to afford a complete view, but it ends abruptly, and the traveler has to return as he came. We had turned to do so, when we saw a Swiss lad come running along it with a letter in his hand. It bore the mark of the hotel which we had just left, and was addressed to me by the landlord. It appeared that within a very few minutes of our leaving, an English lady had arrived who was in the last stage of consumption. She had wintered at Davos Platz, and was journeying now to join her friends at Lucerne, when a sudden hemorrhage had overtaken her. It was thought that she could hardly live a few hours, but it would be a great consolation to her to see an English doctor, and, if I would only return, etc. The good Steiler assured me in a postscript that he would himself look upon my compliance as a very great favor, since the lady absolutely refused to see a Swiss physician, and he could not but feel that he was incurring a great responsibility.

The appeal was one which could not be ignored. It was impossible to refuse the request of a fellow-countrywoman dying in a strange land. Yet I had my scruples about leaving Holmes. It was finally agreed, however, that he should retain the young Swiss messenger with him as guide and companion while I returned to Meiringen. My friend would stay some little time at the fall, he said, and would then walk slowly over the hill to Rosenlaui, where I was to rejoin him in the evening. As I turned away I saw Holmes, with his back against a rock and his arms folded, gazing down at the rush of the waters. It was the last that I was ever destined to see of him in this world.

When I was near the bottom of the descent I looked back. It was impossible, from that position, to see the fall, but I could see the curving path which winds over the shoulder of the hill and leads to it. Along this a man was, I remember, walking very rapidly.

I could see his black figure clearly outlined against the green behind him. I noted him, and the energy with which he walked but he passed from my mind again as I hurried on upon my errand.

我本心是不愿细讲这件事的，可是我的责任心不容许我遗漏任何细节。

五月三日，我们到了荷兰迈林根的一个小村镇，住在老彼得-斯太勒开设的“大英旅馆”里。店主是一个聪明人，曾在伦敦格罗夫纳旅馆当过三年侍者，会说一口漂亮的英语。四日下午，在他的建议下，我们两人一起出发，打算翻山越岭到罗森洛依的一个小村庄去过夜。不过，他郑重地向我们建议不要错过半山腰上的莱辛巴赫瀑布［瑞士著名瀑布——译者注］，可以稍微绕一些路去欣赏一番。

那确实是一个险恶的地方。融雪汇成激流，倾泻进万丈深渊，水花高溅，宛如房屋失火时冒出的浓烟。河流注入的谷口本身就有一个巨大的裂罅，两岸矗一立着黑煤一般的山岩，往下裂罅变窄了，一乳一白色的、沸腾般的水流泻入无底深壑，涌溢迸溅出一股激流从豁口处流下，连绵不断的绿波发出雷鸣般巨声倾泻而下，浓密而晃动的水帘经久不息地发出响声，水花向上飞一溅，湍流与喧嚣声使人头晕目眩。我们站在山边凝视着下方拍击着黑岩的一浪一花，倾听着深渊发出的宛如怒吼的隆隆响声。

半山坡上，环绕瀑布辟出一条小径，使人能饱览瀑布全景，可是小径断然终止，游客只好原路返回。我们也只好转身返回，忽然看到一个瑞士少年手拿一封信顺小路跑过来，信上有我们刚刚离开的那家旅馆的印章，是店主写给我的。信上写着，在我们离开不久，来了一位英国妇女，已经到了肺结核后期。她在达沃斯普拉茨过冬，现在到卢塞恩旅游访友。

不料她突然咯血，数小时内，颇有生命危险，如能有一位英国医生为她诊治，她将感到十分快慰，问我可否返回一趟等等。好心的店主斯太勒在附言中又说，因为这位夫人断然拒绝让瑞士医生诊治，他别无办法只好自己担负重大的责任，我如允诺，他本人将对我蒙感大德。

这种请求，是不能置之不理的，不能拒绝一位身在异国生命垂危的女同胞的请求。可是要离开福尔摩斯，却又使我踌躇不决。然而，最后我俩一致决定，在我返回迈林根期间，他把这位送信的瑞士青年留在身边做向导和旅伴。福尔摩斯说，他要在这瀑布旁稍事逗留，然后缓步翻山而过前往罗森洛依，我在傍晚时分到那里和他相会。我转身走开时，看到福尔摩斯背靠山石，双手抱臂，俯瞰着飞泻的水流。不料这竟是我和他今世的永别。

当我走下山坡扭头回顾时，瀑布已杳不可见，不过仍可看到山腰通往瀑布的蜿蜒崎岖的小径。我记得，当时看见一个人顺小径快步走上去。在他身后绿荫的衬托之下，我很清楚地看到他黑色的身影。我注意到他，注意到他走路时那种一精一神抖擞的样子，可是因为我有急事在身，很快便把他忘却了。