Dr. Watson

We arrived at Scotland Yard.

My mortification was complete.

And I found that I was led into the presence of our old friend, Inspector Lestrade.

Holmes spoke to him at some length, but I could see from Lestrade's expression...

Now I can see what it is, Mr. Holmes.

You see, I know you both.

But I must say there are lots of them here at the yard that don't like what they call your eye-handed method.

But Mr. Holmes, personal likes or dislikes have nothing to do with this.

Of course they haven't.

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.