Dr. Watson

You're a man of evidence.

Well, I know that, Dr. Watson.

And the constable's evidence was as clear as the nose on your face.

The dead man was shot through the head, and you were standing in front of the body with a drawn revolver in your hand.

But, my dear Lestrade, my dear Lestrade, there were no powder burns on the wound.

Yeah, that's what you tell me, Mr. Holmes.

But I'll have to wait for the official report on that.

The police surgeon's examining the body now.

You understand, gentlemen, I'm not saying I'm sorry that Sid Trimble is dead.

He's been a pawn in our side for a good many years.

In fact, I... Oh, here's the police surgeon now.

Dr. Hendricks, this is Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watts.

How do you do?

How do you do, gentlemen?

I'm a great admirer of you both, and I'm sorry to see you in such a very unfortunate plight.

Thank you, thank you, Dr. Hendricks.

What were your findings, Dr. Hendricks?

Well, I just extracted the bullet, Lestrade, and...

I'm very much afraid it's the same make and caliber as the one missing from Dr. Watson's revolver.

Yes, but that doesn't prove that I fired the fatal shot.