Holmes and Poirot finally uncovered the identity of the thief and the mastermind behind the sinister plot. It was none other than James, Lady Emily's own son!
"Ah, the shame of it," Lady Emily cried, her eyes filled with tears. "My own son, how could you?"
James sneered. "You never understood me, Mother. You never appreciated my genius. But now, I'll show you all what I'm capable of."
Holmes and Poirot knew they had to act fast. They confronted James, who revealed his plan to use the necklace to fund a terrorist attack.
"We can't let that happen," Poirot said, his eyes blazing with determination.
Holmes nodded. "Indeed, we must stop him, no matter what it takes."
With their combined skills and expertise, they outsmarted James and his accomplices, recovering the necklace and foiling the terrorist plot.
As they stood victorious, Holmes turned to Poirot and smiled. "Well, Poirot, it seems we make a decent team after all."
Poirot chuckled. "Indeed, Holmes. Let us hope our next case is just as thrilling."
And with that, the two detectives parted ways, ready to face their next adventure together.
THE END