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Dog Lover
Public School
Horse Rider
Early Riser
Left Side Of Bed

Sherlock’s eyes begin to rise up the man’s body again as his deductions continue.

Non-Smoker
Father Half Welsh
Keen Reader
Tea Drinker

Sherlock looks across to Mycroft.)
SHERLOCK: I’ll need some equipment, of course.
MYCROFT: Anything you require. I’ll have it sent to ...
SHERLOCK (interrupting): Can I have a box of matches?
(He’s looking at the equerry as he speaks.)
EQUERRY: I’m sorry?
SHERLOCK: Or your cigarette lighter. Either will do.
(He holds out his hand expectantly.)
EQUERRY: I don’t smoke.
SHERLOCK: No, I know you don’t, but your employer does.
(After a pause during which John frowns in puzzlement, the equerry reaches into his pocket and
takes out a lighter which he hands to Sherlock.)
EQUERRY: We have kept a lot of people successfully in the dark about this little fact, Mr
Holmes.
SHERLOCK: I’m not the Commonwealth.
(Taking the lighter and putting it into his trouser pocket, he turns away.)
JOHN (to the equerry): And that’s as modest as he gets. Pleasure to meet you.
(He follows after Sherlock as he strolls out of the room.)
SHERLOCK (in an Estuary English accent, not sounding the ‘t’ in the word): Laters!
(John throws an apologetic glance over his shoulder as they leave.)

Not long afterwards, the boys are in a taxi.
JOHN: Okay, the smoking. How did you know?
(Sherlock smiles briefly, then shakes his head.)
SHERLOCK: The evidence was right under your nose, John. As ever, you see but do not
observe.
JOHN: Observe what?
(Sherlock reaches into his coat.)
SHERLOCK: The ashtray.
(He pulls out a glass ashtray. John laughs with delight as Sherlock tosses the ashtray into the
air, catches it and tucks it back into his coat, chuckling. They are both unaware that someone –
presumably in a car driving alongside theirs – is photographing them.)
(Some time later, the photos have been sent to Irene’s phone. Sitting on the side of her bed,
she looks through them, smiling, then calls out.)
IRENE: Kate!
(Kate, the woman who drove her earlier, comes into the room.)
IRENE: We’re going to have a visitor. I’ll need a bit of time to get ready.
(She walks over to her dressing table while Kate bends down to pick up a discarded stocking
from the floor.)
KATE: A long time?
IRENE: Ages!

Later, wearing a see-through negligee over her knickers and stockings, Irene opens the doors to
her enormous walk-in wardrobe and walks inside, running her fingers along her outfits as she
decides what to wear.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)