With Holmes out of town, our rooms had begun to seem very empty. The pub was certainly a corrective for that, full of life and conversations. I politely tried not to listen to the two men whispering behind me, until I heard the name Moriarty and froze.
Holmes had been secretive about his current project, but he had had to give some explanation why he was going all the way to Ireland, and I had wormed the basics out of him. Now, if there was any chance that this was the same Moriarty—
They stood and left. I followed them.