" Holmes slept like a baby his last night on earth. After a second attempt to wake him, Holmes got up and dressed. Keeper John Henry asked Holmes how he felt. “Are you nervous?” said Keeper Henry. “Not a bit,” said Holmes. He smiled and slid his arms between the prison bars and stretched out his fingers. “Look at that,” said Holmes. His hands were steady as a rock. "

― J.D. Crighton , Holmes' Own Story: Confessed 27 Murders, Lied Then Died