I seemed to hear voices coming to me from the
water, and I could now see two Holmeses- one on
the path and one standing on air.
'I've found the jars,
Holmes, and the
papers. I know you
killed them.'
'I killed them? Which?
The jars or the
papers?'
Nothing seemed real.
It was getting harder
and harder for me to
speak. Holmes
watched me, smiling