"It's him. Over there. It's him."
I could make no sense of Watson's words and feared that he is about to have another attack when he shook his head violently and pointed out of the window.
"I'm not hallucinating, Holmes! He is there! Look!"
"Sherlock." I turned to see my brother standing by the windowsill, a slight frown creasing his features.
"There is a man here."
On inspection, it proved to be true. A tall black haired man was standing there looking up at the window. On my appearance he started and then turned pale. Besides me, I heard Watson's voice.
"That's him. That's the filth that took Julia."