He hardly heard Horatio speak. He was lost in Holmes's words. He drew his pistol and cocked it, holding it level on the man. "Still your tongue," he hissed, "or I'll make certain you never speak again." His hands were steady, though sudden terror was evident in his eyes. He'd done nothing. Nothing. He'd kept his wishes locked away, making no move that anyone could take amiss. He hadn't let Horatio see...