The angry mob pressed tightly about us as we made our way through the packed square. It was hard to hear and I struggled to keep up with my companion.
Holmes continued to move gallantly onward and finally he shoved the wrong man.
"Just who do you think you are?" A bulky man with a german accent asked.
Holmes paused. "We need to get through. Now kindly move aside."
The resulting punch caught Holmes under the arm he'd thrown up to protect his face and he was thrown off his feet into my waiting arms.
"You are incorrigible." I hissed.