Before his very eyes his grandmother both aged and shrank. Of all the places she could direct her eyes a single space turned them back with a blinding radiance of flaming truth. In less then a whisper she sighed,” I really can explain.”
At that moment Holmes gently broke in, “stay this shrift, we bare ill news. Both Mrs. Kane and Mrs. Brown are dead. Little joy is this except that they had plotted to do the same to your grandson and my comrade Dr Watson.
Watson suddenly realized after all these years Holmes could not envision his own death.