— Actually, that was mostly Mycroft's idea.
— Oh, so it was your brother's plan?
— Oh, but he could have needed a confidante... sorry.
— But he was the only one? The only one who knew?
— A couple of others. It was a very elaborate plan, it had to be. The next of the 13 possibilities was...
— Who else? Who else knew?
— ...
— Who?!
— Molly.
— Molly?!
— John...
— Molly Hooper and some of my homeless network and that's all.
— OK... OK. So just your brother, Molly Hooper and 100 tramps.
— Ha, no! 25 at most.
— How could you do that? How?!
— Wait, before you do anything that you might regret, one question, just let me ask one question. Are you really going to keep that?
— No. We'll have to get rid of that.
— "We"?
— He looks ancient. I can't be seen to be wandering around with an old man.
Anybody who wears a hat as stupid as this isn't in the habit of hanging around other people, is he?
Sometimes a deception is so audacious, so outrageous that you can't see it even when it's staring you in the face.
No, it's because you emptied it. Weight-loss, hair dye, botox, affair. Lawyer. Next!
— Gosh, you don't know anything about human nature, do you?
— Hmm, nature? No. Human? No.
— Oh, no, you're...
— Oh, yes.
— Oh, God!
— Not quite.
— You died, you jumped off a roof.
— No.
— You're dead.
— No, I'm quite sure, I checked.
— John, what is it?
— Well, the short version... not dead.
— I've written a blog on the varying tensile strengths of diffirent natural fibres.
— I'm sure there's a crying need for that!
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