"She needs to mind her own damned business," Matthew grumbles, before pushing Reid away. He is barely able to support himself, his crutches lost to the Thames, but somehow he manages to start dragging himself towards his dead room.

Reid had told him, on one of his visits to the house during his convalescence, that the unidentified remains from the train disaster were awaiting him here, for him to forensicate to the best of his ability. And there his evidence would be. He could show them all that no part of Bennet lay amongst the severed limbs. His distinctive tattoos would show that plain as day.