Summary
Moriarty drug the knife across the girl's arm. "Naughty Sherlock. You didn't tell me you had a daughter. Oh! Perhaps you didn't even know. Did you have an AFFAIR?" Sherlock' s voice was calm, but his hands uncharacteristically shook. "I was married." "Oh,my. A woman loved YOU? This is your daughter?" "Let her go! She has nothing you want.""You didn't answer me!"