Semi-continuation of the last...
Attention ii
He did not consider the matter again until much later that night, when "Vincent Spalding" and his co-conspirer had been locked away in the cells of Scotland Yard. It was then, as he sat sipping on the tea the good doctor had made for them both, and still recovering himself from the bouts of near-hysterical laughter which had arisen (though still unbeknownst to an unsuspecting Lestrade) as a rather private joke between the two of them, that the thought crossed his mind.
Watson had never gone to meet his old friend from India.
Sherlock Holmes smiled into his tea, realising he had wasted two perfectly fine bullets for no good reason at all.