Lestrade's face appeared suddenly on Holmes' vid-phone. "Holmes, we have a case. Come right over. I'm sending the address to you as we speak."
"Hello to you, too, Lestrade. How are you today?" Holmes
answered; pretending like Lestrade had just called him with a
formal 'hi'.
"Cut the chit-chat, Holmes. This is urgent! The Jewelry Is Me
store has just been robbed, and there is no clue whatsoever!"
Holmes lifted an eyebrow at his supervising officer. "There are
always clues, Lestrade. Some not as obvious as others, but clues
all the same."
"Not in this case, there's not! Not even a DNA trace! How the
heck did he fool the DNA scans? We are dealing with a master
criminal here, Holmes."
"There are ways to fool DNA scans. Remember Dr. Blessington's
peculiar device? And Fenwick's suit made of that special
material in the Musgrave case? DNA is not as reliable as you
think, Lestrade."
Lestrade sighed. "Okay, fine, he could fool the DNA scans. But
there still isn't any other clue out there. Just come by and
take a look, will you?"
Holmes smiled and took a brief look at the address he had
finally received. "I'm on my way." Holmes pressed a small
button, and the screen went blank. Holmes called over his
shoulder to Watson. "Watson, do you think you could give me a
ride downtown to this jewelry store?"
Watson came in with baking soda in his hand. "I'd be delighted
to, Holmes!"
"Thank you, Watson." Holmes grabbed his deerstalker and
Inverness from the rack by the door and swiftly walked out of
the house. During the whole ride there, though, he seemed
distracted. Holmes only gave a simple 'Mmm' in response to any
of Watson's sayings, and had a faraway look in his eye. He
definitely was deep in thought. "What the devil could he be
thinking?" Watson wondered to himself.
When Holmes was exiting the hover car, Watson heard him mumble,
"What if she finds out? Do I tell her?" Utterly confused (used
as he was to Holmes' strange ways) Watson drove away, trying to
figure out Holmes' sudden strange behavior.