"How many more will fall until you are satisfied?"
The Professor spun on his heel, his demeanor calm. "It is not a question of how many, Mr. Holmes, but whom." He walked over to the picture, Holmes' beloved picture of the woman, and picked it up. "My my, what a waste."
Holmes tensed, trying his best not to betray any of the emotions he felt over the loss of the only woman he ever truly loved.
"It's a shame, really," he continued, putting the picture down, "that you failed to confirm that there was even a body to prove that she had perished." The Professor strolled towards the door, donning his coat and hat. "No matter, there won't be one after tomorrow."
He relished in the look of terror and rage that flashed across Holmes' face.
"Have a good day, Mr. Holmes."