This entire situation was strange, beyond strange. There was much that Lestrade would want to know, Watson had to assume, but no privacy or time to say it, even if Watson had no notion of what to say about any of what was going on. Now that the rush and adrenaline were over, what was he to do with Holmes now?

At the sound of a new voice, Watson tensed, and the glare he turned on Moran was close to murderous, defensive and angry. He had no urge to kill this man, but he was certainly angry, whatever else he might be. He had never killed in anger, though he had certainly killed for survival.

"You'd best keep him away from me, Inspector," Watson said, not taking his eyes off Moran. "The Colonel might find that I can be just as dangerous as he can be."