DEATH
Lestrade helped Dr. Watson off the trap. He looked sympathetically at the doctor, whose face was impassive, though strained.
"Thank you, Inspector. I can go on from here."
Lestrade started at the tone of the voice. Or more specifically, the lack of it. He had not known Dr. Watson to be so….so….emotionless.
Lestrade felt himself wince. The man had clearly been hit hard by his friend's death.
Watson started to walk up the stairs to his Kennigston home. Lestrade watched him go, then remembered.
"Doctor! Dr. Watson!"
Watson turned around inquiringly. Lestrade cleared his throat.
"Uh…you will…testify, correct? In court, that is?"
Watson surveyed him with eyes that were at once devoid of emotion yet dulled with grief.
"Yes."Then he disappeared into the house. Lestrade had turned around and was walking away when he heard a sound that made him halt.
It was that of a man sobbing.
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