Sherlock Holmes and the Woman in Green Page #7

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What kept you?

Oh. I ran into

a spot of trouble

on my way to

Scotland Yard.

I was arrested

for exceeding

the speed limit.

Your luck seems

to hold. Mr. Holmes.

Well. I'd hardly

call it luck. Professor.

You see. I substituted

a drug of my own

for the one that this

dear lady pressed on me.

You are clever.

Aren't you?

A drug that.

Although it leaves

the subject conscious.

It renders him quite

insensitive to pain.

That accounted for

my lack of reaction

to Dr. Simnells' knife.

Well. Gregson.

Quite an impressive haul.

Even Inspector

Lestrade himself

couldn't have

done any better.

Thanks. Mr. Holmes.

Take them away.

All right. Put

her in the van.

I was right. Mr. Holmes.

You are a

difficult subject.

Thank you.

And now. Professor.

Our score is settled.

Au revoir until

I see you on the gallows.

The rope has not been made

that'll go around my neck.

Come on.

I'll take care

of things. Mr. Holmes.

Thank you. Inspector.

Come on.

An evil man. Holmes.

But what a horrible death.

Better than he deserved.

What are you thinking of?

I'm thinking

of all the women

who can come

and go in safety

in the streets

of London tonight.

Stars keep watch

in their heavens.

And in our own little way.

We. Too. Old friend.

The privilege to

watch over our city.

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