It has been a while since I updated, so reread the last chapter if you don't remember what happened.
"What happened to Mrs Watson?" Holmes softly asked, his face drawn with grief.
"He didn't tell you?" I was surprised. I thought by now Holmes would have learnt about everything that had happened while he was away. After all, he had been back for a month now. Then again, Dr Watson was a rather private person, who didn't like to talk about his own affairs. I suppose he wouldn't want to share such a personal and presumably painful experience. Well, now I had to tell Holmes, in a probably pointless endeavor to make him understand the doctor's possible motive. "Two days before the first anniversary of your death, Mary Watson was visiting an old friend in one of the back streets of town. A man tried to rob her but it went wrong, and she was killed. Three weeks later, her baby was buried next to her."
"I never knew," Holmes murmured. "I knew she had died, but not how. And a child-?"
"Ask Watson," I suggested. "It might do him good to talk about it. You never know."
Holmes raised his eyebrow at me, in a look that clearly said, You may not know Inspector, but I certainly do. How Watson manages to live with that every day is a bigger mystery than any Holmes has solved. I huffed in annoyance. "I have some paperwork to do, so if you don't mind...?"
"I will be leaving then, Inspector. Good day."
Good. Maybe he would go to Watson and get something out of him, not that it will help me even if he does. Holmes is not good about sharing information, and sometimes we must resort to the doctor's stories to find out the details of a case! Another thing that will be sorely missed if Watson is involved in this. Without Dr Watson, Holmes is impossible to deal with.
I heard a crash coming from the street outside. There was a commotion on the street outside. All of a sudden, a constable came running into the room. "Beggin' your pardon, Inspector, but a cabbie just tried to run down Mr 'Olmes!"