Author's Notes: And the conclusion!
Light
As the constables apprehended the culprits, keeping them away from the informant, I rushed down to the basement.
It was deucedly dark there, but the candle illuminated even the farthest corner.
This was were Sherlock Holmes cowered, the very image of misery. He was bound securely and clearly very sore – they had known how formidable their opponent was.
I hurried to free him while he was still blinking against the light.
"It's me, Watson."
"Yes." His head lolled and he had problems focussing, but at least he was alive.
"Come, I'll get you out of here."