As Protector of the Grey Fortress already told you, she started an angst challenge; so I shall be in that vein for...let's see, how many of these did i do over two days? Eighteen or so?
I got the summons to the East End just before I left the Yard, and dashed inconvenient it was, too. But I've never had occasion yet to regret answering a message from Mr. Holmes, so I grabbed a squad of constables and was on my way.
Judging from the angry voices I could hear through the thin door there was no time to be lost, so I kicked the flimsy lock, and we spilled through the door like water poured from a pitcher.
I saw at a glance that I was only just in time. Three tall chaps with pistols had menacingly backed Holmes and the Doctor against the wall.
As I entered so unceremoniously, two of the thugs whirled in my direction, guns flying upward. I snapped off two shots, feeling one return bullet whiz past me, narrowly missing my men.
At the same instant, I was vaguely aware of the Doctor shoving Holmes to the floor and yanking that blasted service revolver from his pocket, standing over his friend and pumping a bullet toward the third man.
But he was a second too late, for the villain snapped off a shot before the Doctor's bullet left the chamber. His shot went wild as he reeled back, crumpling to the floor.
I emptied my gun without compunction into the blackguard.