I cast my gaze round again, attempting to locate something to saw the ropes from off my hands and not finding anything. As my head started to spin I slumped back, wondering if I was even going to get out of this alive.
Suddenly the door opened and Evers entered – he had said he would return to end my existence if Scotland Yard did not cooperate with his demands about the evidence.
The man's face was dark with hatred.
"I told you they would never cooperate, Evers," I said wearily.
"And I told you what would happen if they did not, Holmes," he snapped, taking a gun from his pocket.
"Drop it, Evers, or I'll put a bullet through your head!"
My tired eyes widened at the cold voice – surely not! But yes, there he was, standing behind the madman with that old service revolver aimed directly at his brain.
Evers stiffened, nervously glancing behind him. He did not relinquish the gun, however.
"I said drop it, Evers. I have no compunction about shooting you!"
"You're a doctor – doctors don't take lives, they've sworn the opposite," the man said with a wicked smile.
I saw pain flit across Watson's face, but then it hardened into a stony mask.
"I am no longer a Doctor by profession, Evers, I am a bodyguard."