JOHN
Mycroft's face is full of bitter amusement.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Moriarty saved my brother's life." He replies.
Mary gasps.
"How did he save Sherlock's life?" I ask.
"I predicted six months and when it comes to things like this, I'm never wrong." He answers.
My blood boils. He sent Sherlock off to die?
"So you sent your own brother off to die?" I exclaim.
He gives me a cross look. "It was that or prison." He says.
"You gave him a death sentence!" I protest.
"Just being in prison would've killed him if the inmates didn't first. He put quite a few of them in there." He reminds me.
"So he knew he was going to die?" I clarify.
Mycroft nods.
I punch him in the face.
"All right, I understand. I'm sending you a bill, but I understand. What you have to understand is that my hands were tied."
"You sent him to die!"
"He killed someone!"
"Everyone you know has killed someone!"
"Not everyone I know has been caught in the act." He gives me a pointed look. Well…someone has done his research.
The three of us wait in apprehensive silence as we wait for Sherlock to return from exile.