"What's happened to your arm?" Watson tried to sit up, and Holmes pressed him back gently. "Just a scratch," he said. He pushed himself up onto the opposite bench and sat where he could see Watson's face more easily.
"I see Lord Blackwood gave you back my walking stick. I shall have to find a way to thank him."
"There's no need for courtesy, old fellow. Blackwood's dead for certain this time." Holmes passed over the walking stick, and wasn't surprised to see Watson's knuckles whiten as he closed his fist around the wood.
"Killed him, did you?"
"Not intentionally."