The next day I added the attack on Watson to my maps and timelines. I stood no chance of forgetting it, but I would need to have it charted to compare with future events. The sight of it set down in ink made me unreasonably nervous.
No, I decided. It was perfectly rational. I had hoped, without reason, that Moriarty would leave Watson out of this conflict, but even had he done so Watson would not leave himself out. With proof of that, I had good reason not to be calm.
“Perhaps you should leave town,” I suggested that night.