He pushed my hand away. "Worry later, Watson. We have to truss this fellow up, search my room and there's yours still to think about—" He broke off, grasping my wrist. "Do you hear that?"
"Yes." Holding my revolver near my chest, I peered back into the sitting room. "Steps on the stairs…nearly here." I heard Holmes' raspy breathing as he came to stand behind me.
"If they're armed—"
The door opened cautiously, and Inspector Gregory poked his head in. "Hello?" His eyes widened as they fixed on the bloodstains. "Mr. Holmes? Dr. Watson?"
"Thank God," Holmes breathed.