 Exactly. Smashed to smithereens like all the others. And while he's busy examining it, Lestrade... On him! Watson, after me! Hey! Hey! Let me go! What do you want? Let me... All right, hold him. I've got him. I've got him. Watch out, Lestrade's got a knife. Ah, no, you don't, my beauty. Take another risk, Doctor. Ah, there, that's better. Ah, he's safe enough now, I reckon.