Under the papers I found some glass jars of the kind that are used in hospitals. In them were pieces of women's bodies. In the last lar was the worst thing of a pieces of the body of a little unborn child When I saw that, all the friendly feelings I had ever had for Sherlock Holmes died inside me. Now I could go straight to strade and ask him to arrest Holmes, but I chose not to do that. I did not want all England to know what Holmes, once a good and wise man, had become. Some evil things are best hidden from the world. I, and I alone, would face him and his I went out into the cold morning air. I felt strangely calm, but also excited Holmes was still asleep. I searched his clothes for drugs and guns but found only a little money and his silver snuffbox. Then