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First get rid of your boys.

Why?

I dislike being outnumbered, it makes for too much stupid in the room.

Where's John?

He went out, a couple hours ago.

I was just talking to him.

He said you do that.

And that's as modest as he gets.

You don't trust your own Secret Service?

Naturally not. They all spy on people for money.

What are you typing?

A blog.

About?

Us.

You mean me.

Why?

Well, you're typing a lot.

This is just friendly advice, but give Sherlock five minutes on your crime scene and listen to everything that he has to say. And as far as possible, try not to punch him.

And Mr Holmes, you look taller in your photographs.

I take the precaution of a good coat and a short friend.

The evidence was right under your nose, John, as ever you see but do not observe.

That the photographs I'm looking for are in this room.

Okay, but how?

So, they are in this room.

I'm not stupid, you know.

Where do you get that idea?

Some things are best left to the imagination.

It's a strange place, the Hollow. Makes you feel so cold inside, so afraid.

Yes, if I wanted poetry, I'd read John's emails to his girlfriends. Much funnier.

It's this or Cluedo.

Ah, no. We are never playing that again.

Why not?

Because it's not actually possible for the victim to have done it, Sherlock, that's why!

It's the only possible solution.

It's not in the rules.

Well, then the rules are wrong!

Some people who aren't geniuses have an amazing ability to stimulate it in others.

I don't have friends. I've just got one.