Chapter 9 (Prompt 6)
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capt_facepalmWilliam Deegle, glared at Holmes from rapidly blackening eyes as he sat, securely bound in a chair. He had plotted to frame Thomas Marchant for attacking his friend in revenge for his earlier beating.
Watson smiled as Sarah clung to Marchant’s arm with loving admiration.
‘Come along, Holmes. This situation has been resolved.’
‘You see how I still need my Boswell?’
‘To patch you up when you tangle with ruffians…’
‘More than that! My reflexes are slowing. I need my right-hand man, more than ever.’
‘Excuses! I suspect you let that blow land on purpose!’
Holmes raised a non-committal eyebrow.
