Inspired by Arthur Conan Doyle’s “The Final Problem”
The man is the mystery
sitting in the apartment with the familiar name.
His friend is gone; a gun in his pocket-
For once, he is afraid.
He was said to solve them all.
“A benefactor of the race,
escaping the commonplaces of existence.”
A detective; not much more than that.
He stands up and looks around the room.
A sharp face; his eyes miss nothing.
He is waiting. For an end?
No one is quite sure.
The 221B doorbell rings.
He knows who is coming- the one who may win.
Death knocks on the door, but there are no angels here.
The man, my dear Watson, is the mystery.