Dr. Watson

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.

A .45 Colt's a very common weapon, Doctor.

It proves nothing.

Dr. Hendricks, as I was just saying to Inspector Lestrade before you came in, the only fact that showed my friend guilty would be powder burns on the wound, thereby giving proof that the bullet had been fired from close range.

I entirely agree with you, Mr. Holmes.

Then, as there were no powder burns... Oh, but there are powder burns, Mr. Holmes.

Very distinct ones, too.

Lord, I... Well, I just... I don't understand.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

I need a bear of bad tidings, but I have my duties to perform.

Yes, and I'm sorry, too, Dr. Watson.

What?