We settled in. I telegraphed Mycroft to arrange for the reception of Christy’s remains. He would have to have it held inaccessible and clandestinely because of the murder; I phrased it as needing to be isolated because of a possible plague infection in the open telegram but I know Mycroft would immediately see through that without me having to state it. When I got back I saw that Watson had had an early drink, or several. He was morose, but holding steady. I filled him in more depth than I had on the train, since we had to kill time and the training briefing was short. That night we found ourselves trying to pick out Jack in the dingy smoke filled low rent café. He saw us and waved us over. Jack had held his hand out to his uncle, but had to sit down when one was not returned. “What happened? Was Aunt Christy of so ill health the excitement of the trip was too much for her?” Jack asked with a quizzical look in his eyes. “Christy was murdered by someone who thought she was an intermediary between you and me.” I informed him. I briefly explained my initial suspicions and catching the killer going through her stuff, having shot her with a small caliber air pistol. I told him of disposing of him and hiding the cause of Christy’s death. “I am so sorry Old Chap,” Jack turned his uncle. “We will settle that latter,” Watson snapped. “What do you have for Holmes that was so damn important?” he growled. A look of resignation briefly appeared on Jack’s face; then, with a steeled continence he carried on with the business at hand. “First, do you know who the assassin was? Did he leave any clues?” Jack queried. “He was a professional and was clean. The only thing we found was your name and the hotel we both are staying at. Of course his murder weapon points to an agent of Moriarty.” I replied. I then described the corpse as I was unfamiliar how he had carried himself when he was alive. He was Arian, blue eyes, short blond hair, athletic of middle height and build. “But perhaps a distinguishing mark would identify him to you. He had a piece of his left ear cut out, just a notch on the top as if he lost it in a fencing duel.” “Damn, that would be Fritz Mannheim,” Jack swore. “He is one of Moriarty’s top hit men, or was. If he was sent to find out why I was meeting you, my cover is probably blown. Wait, he works pretty much alone though. It is possible he hadn’t reported his suspicions. I would not have been allowed to leave Germany alive if Moriarty suspected me. He does keep everyone spying on everyone else. He trusts no one and instills that attitude on everyone in his organization.” “How can you determine if you have been uncovered?” I asked. ‘The obvious reply to that is I will be shot the instant I report back.” Jack calmly stated. “No, from what you have said, Fritz was killed without finding out what we were meeting for. He was probably going to assassinate all three of you starting with Aunt Christy because of the letter I had sent her. But, you dropped him before he could get you two. His knowledge that I in fact am the nephew of your closest friend,” I felt Watson stiffen with that comment,” and you two were to meet me here in Vienna probably alerted him. I am not sure how he found that out though. I had sent that telegram to Uncle by going out of Germany and keeping my travel clear of being followed. Or perhaps he is a better tracker than I. “If he kept no notes, and you say you found none, perhaps he did not have a chance to relay that information before he could confirm his suspicions. But I am sure Moriarty would have a keen interest in his nemesis coming to the Continent while he was occupied in the middle of his fiendish scheme.” “But he is holding out as Robert Catesby, does anyone besides you in his organization know his true identity and thus interest in my movements?” I questioned. “Well,” Jack responded, “I am probably one of the few because you informed me. Only two of his former organization that I am aware of , those that rescued him from his initial recovery, would know his identity from before he started his new web of agents. One of those was killed when the Professor caught him foolishly stealing from the agency treasury. Yeah, Fritz has been with him for a while, but I don’t think he knew who Moriarty is or I am sure he would not have gone off without telling him what he suspected.” “I agree with your assessment, Jack. From what we can deduce, you are probably clear. What is it that you have for me, something important or you would have just secretively mailed it.” I said as I held my hand out. Jack reached into his inner pocket and handed across a small notebook. “You are right, and what you hold in your hand will reveal the inception of a new tremendous weapon that the genius of Moriarty is developing.” I pocketed the document and said, “What kind of weapon and how far long has it been completed?” I asked.