Sherlock rosined his bow, and the dust that sprinkled his fingers erased the sensation of blood… It had never bothered him before.

He closed his eyes, but he could not shut out the image of those two dead ones… Last week he had observed enthusiastically while three eyeballs dissolved in sulfuric acid.

His hands would draw living music from the cold wooden instrument—and only four hours before they had drawn the life's blood from a warm human body.

And yet, if he had not deflected the knife, the dead man would have been his killer.

He began to play.

Bach's Partita in D minor for solo violin, 5: Ciaccona

Part One: http : / / www . youtube . com / watch?v=Ke34bIxmVas
Part Two: http : / / www . youtube . com / watch?v=FqkkHG1_tKU