The murderer turned out to be Bradford Galt. He was 'The Ripper' who had been terrorizing the streets of London and he has been caught.
"Who the hell is he?", Steele demanded to know.
To which Laura readily supplied the answer. "He is the future brother-in-law to the Earl of Claridge."
Steele looked inside the carriage, but Laura was bent over burying her face in her hands. "I'm going to be sick...oooh" Leaning back, she let out a long breath, and anticipated Steele's next question, "Then I will be OK." Even so, her tired drawn expression did raise some concern.
In the distance, sirens could be heard. All the commotion must have alerted the police. Shortly, a police car arrived followed by an ambulance.
As detectives escorted Mr. Galt away, Steele helped Laura down from the carriage. When her footing was a little wobbly, he grabbed her by the elbow and guided her to the paramedics.
Elevated blood pressure. Heart rate racing. Our normally stoic detective seemed a bit more shaken than usual. Laura rested on the stretcher in the back of the ambulance. She had a cold compress over her forehead and temperature getting checked. Good. No fever. Steele had fresh bandages applied to his wounds.
"I'm feeling much better now... Really!" It was good to see some colour return to her complexion. Still. Steele was worried. Laura could have been hurt badly. He felt responsible.
Feeling Steele's gaze on her, Laura felt embarrassed by the fuss she was getting. He knows there was no sense in arguing when she had made up her mind. The only thing he could do was insist on keeping her company.
Steele hovered outside her bathroom door in case he was needed. She came out dressed in a hotel robe, holding an ice bag against her left cheek. A bruise was forming where Galt had struck her.
Laura crawled under the covers. She was beyond tire. Sleep would be welcome even for a few hours. She trained her gaze up at Steele. "Are you going to be gone again if I close my eyes?", she said yawning.
Steele scratched his stubbled chin and shook his head. Stooping down to face Laura, he said, "Miss Holt, I would gladly go back to being your Mr. Steele. But don't you think, I should look the part again?" Before Steele had finished his last sentence, Laura had already drifted off. He kissed her head gently before leaving to get changed.