Watson was not sure if it would be wise to ask why Gregson and Lestrade seemed to be trying to decide whether to glare at Holmes or at each other.
They had played a part in his rescue, as a distraction, Holmes had said dismissively, but Watson was now wondering about the nature of this distraction.
"Good heavens!" He exclaimed as a thought occurred to him. He turned to face the two bruised and battered Inspectors. "You didn't pick a fight with the guard?"
Watson knew from experience that the burly, unpleasant guard was not someone to cross.
"No." Gregson grunted, but it was the sort of 'no' that was more of a 'not exactly' than an actual denial. Watson eyed him and Lestrade suspiciously.
"Who hit you, Lestrade?" The doctor asked, concerned. The Inspector would have a magnificent black eye in the morning. He would be lucky to be able to see out of that eye at all tomorrow.
Lestrade was in no mood for the discussion he sensed was coming. "Gregson." He told Watson flatly, his tone indicating that that was the end of the matter.
Watson looked from Lestrade to Gregson and let the matter go. If the two did not want to admit that they had staged a fight to distract Watson's guard while Holmes slipped in and rescued the doctor, Watson was not going to press the issue.
He was glad, however, that they had.
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