ALL
The bunch of rogues snickered as their leader strode up to the man standing at the very middle of the room.
"Holmes's friend, eh?"
"Yes."
The man did not look afraid in the least, perhaps tense, not afraid. His eyes swept over the people surrounding him. Atleast ten to fifteen of them leered aback at him. The leader grinned when he saw the look.
"Got more then you bargained for, eh, Doctor? Mistake of Holmes to send you here."
The man looked on fearlessly as the leader pulled a long metal rod from his back. He grinned the doctor.
"Lets see how much you have in you, eh, Dr. Watson?"
A short fight later, the leader emerged wiping a bloody hand and wincing as he touched his head. "'E's a tough one." He muttered, but looked with satisfaction at the moaning figure on the floor. He strode over to it and poked with a booted foot.
"Is that all?" he laughed, and the group jeered. Nobody saw the silent figure slip in.
"Is that all?!" he started laughing and raised the rod over his head for the final blow. As he brought it down, he was stopped short by a blow which knocked him senseless to the ground.
The crowd gasped as the tall, gaunt man straightened, a look of absolute hate and fury on his face.
"Yes" said Sherlock Holmes quietly "That is all."
I wrote this as I was watching The Golden Compass. The same dialogues were used.