"That's good enough. Set him down."

Reluctantly, I unhooked Holmes' arm from my shoulders and lowered him to the damp floor of the cellar. "This is no place for an injured man," I said angrily. "He'll take cold."

"Will or won't, it makes no difference to me. But you do as you're ordered and maybe you'll get back here before too long."

"Back here? Where am I going?"

"Baker Street. You're going to get me inside long enough to build a bonfire. Not even Sherlock Holmes can make a case in court if all the evidence has gone to ash."