The undeniable click of a revolver sounded behind Holmes ear, a good 10 feet away.
“Yes Mr. Holmes why on earth would we carry such things,” said Mrs. Kane
“To give Mr. Adams there justification for shooting myself and my partner Dr. Watson. That is Mr. Adams gun is it not.”
“Not much escapes you, except this night. Sadly in the struggle our dear 3rd vice president expired.”
“Very tidy, and a pound of sorrow for Mrs. Ford.”
“Since I will be meeting my maker in moments, does a condemned man have a final request?”
A second trigger clicked “Ask.”