They seemed unable to believe what they'd just done, and were eerily still and quiet as Gregory and his men cuffed the three, relieving them of weapons and providing them with the knowledge of their rights.

"I'll send someone back to deal with the body, Mr. Holmes."

"We'll wait here until they come," Watson settled himself quietly in the grass.

"Dr. Watson, you don't have to—"

Watson gently smoothed a wrinkle in Jake's coat.

The Inspector looked to me, and I shrugged. "You have the gang, we have revolvers. We'll be fine."

"If you're certain, then. I'll be back."