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You had it broken before your burial, then put back together using an adhesive. An ancient Egyptian recipe, I believe... a mixture of egg and honey... designed to be washed away by the rain. Holmes! Arranging for your father to drown in his own bathtub... required more modern science. Very clever of Reordan to find a paralytic... that was activated by the combination of copper and water... and was therefore undetectable once the bath water was drained. That migh've been a challenge for me... had he not also tested it on some unfortunate amphibians. The death of Standish was a real mystery... until you used the same compound to blow up the wharf. An odorless, tasteless flammable liquid... yet it burned with an unusual pinkish hue. Did Standish mistake it for rain as he entered the temple? All it took was a spark. A simple rigged bullet in his gun. Ingenious. Like all great performers, you saved your picce de r�sistance for the end: A chemical weapon distilled from cyanide and refined in the bellies of swine. Had it worked... your followers in Parliament would have watched unharmed... as their colleagues were dying around them. They didn't know you'd given them the antidote. Instead, they would've believed it was magic... and that you'd harnessed the ultimate power. And the world would've followed, fear being the most powerful weapon of all. You'd better hope that it's nothing more than superstition... as you performed all the rituals perfectly. The devil is due a soul, I'd say. For God's sake, Holmes, cut me loose. First, the world will see you for what you are. A fraud. Then you'll be hanged. Properly, this time. It's a long journey from here to the rope.