In the dimness from the strip of light at the bottom of the door I could see Scott."Are you all right?" Scott asked."Maybe a couple bruises. You?""I'm fine."Scott asked, "Now what, Sherlock?" I appreciated the lack of sarcasm in his voice."In the stories, Sherlock Holmes never got caught and tied up," I answered."Worse luck for us." He paused, then continued. "If these people killed Evans they may decide to get rid of us too.""I know. I'm sorry I got you into this.""I'm glad you did." His smile flashed in the dimness."You are?""Yeah, why not? I warned you a million times, but I went along. It's like an adventure." "Thanks. I hope there's a happy ending.""Me too," he said.While trying to get loose we discussed options and possibilities. We got nowhere with either activity.When finally the door opened it was John North himself who entered. He turned on a light and shut the door. His first action surprised me. He unshackled us. I rubbed life back into my wrists. When I looked at my watch I saw we'd been in the room two hours.North leaned his back against the door.
