Prompt #35 - Sixth Sense.

I heard his weary footsteps and went to meet him in the entryway.

"It's over, Mary," he whispered, sweeping me into a tight embrace, "they've all been convicted and sentenced. It's all over."

He was speaking of the gang, of course, and for a moment said nothing else. Then…

"Why did he do it, Mary?"

I knew what he was talking of, for it had haunted his last nightmare.

"He knew, John. He didn't want you to get hurt," I whispered in his ear, and he hugged me tighter with a stifled sob.

For my sake, Mr. Holmes, thank you.