It was a tremendously virile and yet sinister face which was turned towards us.With the brow of a philosopher above and the jaw of a sensualist below, the man must have started with great capacities for good or for evil.But one could not look upon his cruel blue eyes, with their drooping, cynical lids, or upon the fierce, aggressive nose and the threatening, deep-lined brow, without reading Nature's plainest danger-signals.He took no heed of any of us, but his eyes were fixed upon Holmes's face with an expression in which hatred and amazement were equally blended.
"You fiend!" he kept on muttering."You clever, clever fiend!""Ah, Colonel!" said Holmes, arranging his rumpled collar;"`journeys end in lovers' meetings,' as the old play says.
I don't think I have had the pleasure of seeing you since you favoured me with those attentions as I lay on the ledge above the Reichenbach Fall."The Colonel still stared at my friend like a man in a trance.
"You cunning, cunning fiend!" was all that he could say.
"I have not introduced you yet," said Holmes."This, gentlemen, is Colonel Sebastian Moran, once of Her Majesty's Indian Army, and the best heavy game shot that our Eastern Empire has ever produced.I believe I am correct, Colonel, in saying that your bag of tigers still remains unrivalled?"The fierce old man said nothing, but still glared at my companion;with his savage eyes and bristling moustache he was wonderfully like a tiger himself.
"I wonder that my very simple stratagem could deceive so old a shikari," said Holmes."It must be very familiar to you.
Have you not tethered a young kid under a tree, lain above it with your rifle, and waited for the bait to bring up your tiger?
This empty house is my tree and you are my tiger.You have possibly had other guns in reserve in case there should be several tigers, or in the unlikely supposition of your own aim failing you.These," he pointed around, "are my other guns.
The parallel is exact."