HOLMES stepped forward, placing a hand on Luo Yan's shoulder to signal him to move aside. "Allow me," he said simply. Luo Yan shifted off Mrs. Winslow, and Holmes quickly took his place, pinning her wrists to the floor with a firm grip. She thrashed, but Holmes held her steady with a calm and focused expression.
"Now, Mrs. Winslow—or should I say, Jack?—let's not make this harder than it needs to be. You don't want that would of yours to open again, correct?" he said, his tone matter-of-fact.
Mrs. Winslow snarled, her face twisted in rage. "Let go of me!" she shouted, thrashing against Holmes' grip. Her movements were wild, but Holmes held her firmly. "You think you've won?" she spat, her voice sharp and venomous. "You have no idea what you're dealing with!"
"Of course, I know," Holmes said, his tone dry and unimpressed. "You're the infamous Jack the Ripper, the one who's brought terror to the streets of London. Truly, madam, I'm quaking in my boots."
