A continuation from the last chapter...
He crumpled to the ground instantly. Holmes rushed to his side but it did not take any great deduction to see that the man was beyond help.
"Good riddance," Holmes snarled, giving the corpse a forceful kick.
Inspector Stanley Hopkins rushed over to Holmes's side, observing the bullet wound for himself.
"Thank goodness," he sighed, "I was afraid that I was too late."
"You nearly were. Really Hopkins, Scotland Yard is going to have to work on its efficiency. I sent a telegram asking for reinforcements two hours ago!"
"My dear fellow, you're being too harsh. The traitor walked right into our trap. He's dead. Thanks to the Yard, you shall never have to contend with his villainy again."
"Yes, because Hopkins arrived at the absolute last second and managed to get off a lucky shot, I suppose that means I should be on my knees, singing songs of his cleverness and valor."
"At least we're both still alive, Holmes. That's the most important thing."
"No thanks to you, Watson! One more blunder from the Yard, one more minute wasted by your precious Hopkins and it would be you lying there! How could you? He gave you the chance to run, man, why didn't you take it?"
"Holmes, surely you don't think I'd be stupid enough to leave a friend behind…"