"It was long ago, and cannot be changed," Mycroft said, in a tone that told me that he was ready to rebuild his walls and defend the past again.
"I doubt your brother would have survived had you not gone for help," I offered.
But he made as if to brush the comfort away. "I was only a messenger, and not a very speedy one. I had hoped to be of more use in this instance," he added, quietly.
"Oh, you are," I said. "You have just not yet learned why physicians consult with each other and not the patient."
