Just a really, really quick drabble, and as always, I don't own anything!
By the way, this is after Watson has left Baker Streeet.
I had just come back from a short trip to the country, Berkshire to be exact, and was walking up The Strand, on my way to a patient, when I heard the headline being read out on the street.
"Most gruesome murderer ever hanged today."
As murder and all things criminal had been a part of my life for the last few years, I crossed the road to buy a paper and delved in my great coat pocket for some change.
Whenever I hear or see any crime being successfully solved, my instinct always tells me that in some form, my old friend Sherlock Holmes would somehow be involved.
In this case, I was not wrong.
I stood in silence, looking at the photograph on the front page.
It was Holmes