We're back. Episode 2. Review 2.
The Blind Banker. I remember liking this episode. Maybe because it isn't an adaptation of one of the original Holmes stories, so there's less to irritate me?
Anyway, I shall try to make this post shorter than the 7000 words that episode 1 elicited. (Congratulations if you managed to read that, by the way. I type quickly when I'm angry.)
So, without any further ado, let's jump in.
We begin with... teapots. But teapots with plot significance. We get a voiceover from one of the main characters of the episode, explaining that teapots must be used, or they crack. This is, apparently, part of an exhibition. This character is almost instantly mysterious. She refuses to go out for dinner with an awkward co-worker for "I am mysterious!" reasons. Then she goes down to the museum vaults. There are creepy noises. The audience has to pinch itself to make itself remember that this is NOT a horror film.
Ms Mysterious Backstory (she hasn't been introduced yet, so that is what I will call her), pulls a sheet off a statue to reveal... something mysterious. The camera doesn't show us what it is. Maybe the writers learned from the last episode that revealing the answer to the mystery in the first 2 minutes isn't good practise.
The fact that someone has managed to break into a museum and spraypaint a statue, however, shows that the writer's haven't yet learned about the existence of security cameras. I mean, it was a gaping plot hole in the last episode as well! You can let them off for some things, but... twice in a row is bad form.
Also, museums are... kind of heavily guarded. Famously hard to break into.
But our villains of this episode clearly appreciate the drama, and so are willing to risk arrest an imprisonment to leave a message that could have been placed... literally anywhere else.
Anyway.... We return to our main characters. John Watson is completely incapable of using a self-service machine. Sherlock is having a sword fight in the flat. John asks the till to "keep your voice down". Sherlock pulls a "look over there!" move, his opponent falls for it. John's card is declined, and he walks off, leaving his shopping behind. Sherlock makes the body of his opponent disappear. Given teh lack of police presence, I think we are meant to presume that he killed him, and stuffed him in a garbage truck.
This opening is... kind of funny. Mostly not funny. I don't know when the heyday of the "unexpected item in bagging area" sketch/joke was, but it is very, very long past. And the world of comedy is slightly brighter because of it.
So Sherlock pretends nothing happened....for some reason. Maybe he actually did kill that guy, and wants to cover it up. When Sherlock is asked about it by John, he calmly says “I sent them a message.” That’s… ominous. This would make Sherlock both a murderer and a torturer- and we're only two episodes in!
Oh, I forgot drug addict.
Anyway, John seemingly goes and does the shopping with Sherlock’s cash, and returns to find Sherlock has broken into his laptop. Why?
Well… no idea.
Anyway, John then broaches the subject of a loan with Sherlock. Sherlock ignores him, and they go to a bank together.
Sherlock observes all the endless security on his way in to meet his Uni friend Sebastian. As Sherlock introduces John and Seb, there’s another “John pointing out that Sherlock is a friend, not a boyfriend” moment.
I mean, do people routinely assume that two same-sex people who happen to know each other are homosexual partners? Because… I don’t know. Maybe that happens. But based on my experience, it happens MUCH more in Sherlock than it does in real life.
Anyway, Sherlock deduces that Seb has travelled around the world recently, then lies and says he only knows because Seb’s secretary told him. I don’t know why he lies. It’s never explained.
Oh. That’s the second unexplained, unnecessary lie this episode.
Anyway. Turns out there has been a break-in. Something has been painted on a portrait, and as the cameras take a picture every 60 seconds, we know the person who broke in moved fast.
We also know that they have not just a thorough, but an intimate knowledge of that office. Knowing there is a security camera is one thing. Knowing that it takes one photo a minute is next level. Knowing exactly when in every minute that picture is taken? That’s just ridiculous.
But apparently, that’s what our criminal does know.
Also, presumably, he wasn’t captured on any other camera in the building. And he wasn’t noticed by any of the people working in that office at the time.
Oh, yes, didn’t you realise? Because I didn’t, until just now. The office runs at all hours of the day, and the picture that was painted over is clearly visible from at least one occupied desk.
And yet no-one noticed. Not one, single, solitary person or camera saw someone climb through a window, then race against time to paint their message. No-one saw them leave.
No-one.
Interestingly, the police haven’t been called in by this bank to investigate the break-in. If they had, they would likely have found fingerprints, DNA. They would at least have been able to identify the type of paint used, and look into the sellers of said paint.
And they could have requisitioned security cameras from the street below, or the buildings opposite to see if any of them happened to capture the man climbing up the outside of a skyscraper?
But no…. They get Sherlock. Who insists he doesn’t need to be paid, allowing John to swoop in and claim the check. Presumably he cashes it on Sherlock’s behalf.
Interestingly, we never see John having any money trouble after this moment.
Sigh.
Sherlock takes a picture of the figures that have been sprayed onto the wall. Then he walks out onto a really, really high window ledge. It doesn’t have a guardrail or anything, but apparently there is an easily accessible, full on glass door that anyone can use to get out onto it.
My natural nervousness around dangerous high places is being triggered.
Anyway, Sherlock explains to John how he deduced the whole “Seb travelled twice around the world” thing. And how he realised who the painted message was for. He can tell, because there is only one spot in the office where you can see that message sat down behind a desk.
Look, I’m sorry to keep harping on about this, but this break-in is just… ridiculous!!! Really, really ridiculous!
Why? Well, think about it. The criminal broke in through a specific window at a specific time, to accomplish a specific task. He’s planned it out enough to know what point in a minute a picture of that office was taken. But he must also have gained access to the office itself at some point, because otherwise how would he know in advance where he had to leave his message so that only his intended recipient could see it?
So he gained access to an office requiring swipe card access, under the noses of the guards, walks around inside for a while to find the target’s desk, looks around to see what he can see, then leaves, comes back by climbing up the outside of a skyscraper (!?!?!?!) to spray-paint the message on the painting.
So to know that the painting was an appropriate place to leave a message, he first had to have visited his target’s desk.
And then there’s the method of message delivery. This is an instruction meant for one man. It’s an instruction which, if decoded, would endanger not only the recipient, but the entire criminal organisation.
Yet instead of, say, slipping a note through the intended recipient’s letterbox (we know the criminal knows the recipients address, he murders him there later), he breaks into a bank… twice…. And leaves a highly visible, very suspicious message for anyone to see.
The same thing happens at a museum. Instead of sending a subtle note, Ms Mysterious tea lady is left a message in the form of a spray-painted statue.
Because no-one would find that interesting or suspicious at all. In a museum where every artifact is carefully studied, photographed….
This whole thing, basically, is pointless, and at the end of the day, Sherlock would never have got involved if they had just learned to stick letters through letterboxes. I mean, even texting, or speaking on the phone would be a better means of communication than this!
To say nothing of the effort required later to spray on, then immediately remove and entire sentence of code to a random wall beside a railway line!
Seriously, criminals, stop trying to be clever, and start embracing the wonders of modern technology! Sherlock Holmes likes weird things, so if you don’t to attract him… don’t be weird!
Anyway, Sherlock finds our possible message recipient, breaks into his flat (using the INCREDIBLY helpful upstairs neighbour, who, for some reason, doesn’t call the police).
Of course, he’s dead. In a locked room. Suicide? Not as it turns out. Because the dead man was left handed, and therefore wouldn’t shoot himself in the right temple.
Unless he used his right (non-dominant) hand, which is also very possible. Just because people do most things with one hand, doesn’t mean they can’t use the other one.
But anyway, Sherlock decides it is a murder based on that flimsy evidence, and he carries on rooting around. He discovers that the dead man may have smuggled something into the country.
Oh, and he has a black origami lotus flower in his mouth. The man, clearly, was being threatened.
I don’t know why you’d kill someone you’ve literally just threatened, rather than give your quarry a chance to comply… I mean, the lady from the museum is given time to respond to the threat. There’s inconsistency here.
But who really cares at this point?
Sherlock goes to see Seb for some reason, to ask for more information about the dead man. He learns that he lost a lot of money, then made a lot back.
Suspicious. I mean, really suspicious. The implication is that the dead man smuggled goods from Hong Kong, then sold them and gave the money to the bank to… hide the fact that he’s bad at his job?
Why would you risk life and limb to smuggle things, then give the money away to your employer?
And for that matter, doesn’t the bank check where the money going into it’s accounts comes from? Or anything?
Maybe I have too high an opinion of the financial sector.
Anyway, we are introduced to another character. Dead man number two. He isn’t dead at first, of course, but he clearly will be soon.
Meanwhile, Soo Lin (mysterious museum lady) has gone missing. Her “definitely not a stalker” leaves numerous notes outside her door.
Before we can learn anything else, we’ds bounced around again. John Watson is taking up Locum work at a local GP.
My biggest problem with this is that… we don’t actually know what Watson’s specialty is? But presumably it’s some kind of trauma/emergency medicine. Which would make him unqualified as a GP.
So no, he isn’t “a bit overqualified”. General Practise is a specialty in itself. Unless he trained as GP before joining the army, he isn’t qualified to practise as a GP!
I’m not irritated at the fact that he does some GP locum work, it’s possible he’s working at a grade below that of a fully fledged GP, and he could well have had some experience in GP before joining the forces. What irritates me is that he is “overqualified”. Because he… isn’t. Also, he hasn’t practised medicine for ages, and he hasn’t practised non-trauma/emergency medicine for even longer.
But he’s hired. On the spot.
Do you know how long it takes to start work in any healthcare job? First, there’s the application. There is always a formal procedure. If there’s an interview, it’s done by a panel, not one person. Then there’s the references checks, the DBS check. Then, you get offered the job. You have a heap of paperwork to do, including, in many cases, an occupational health review, which has to be completed before you start work.
You still have to do all that if you’re working in a bank (a list of people who can step in to cover understaffed shifts, or who pick the shifts they work), or as a locum.
So no, Watson can’t just… turn up.
Also, he immediately starts dating his new boss.
Professionalism alarm bells are ringing pretty loudly…
Oh, Dead Man 2 from earlier is dead. That’s two down. Sherlock berates the inspector into getting into Dead Man 2s flat.
Sherlock learns basically nothing from the experience, apart from the fact that he should go to a library. SO he does, and he finds another message. Which Dead Man2 also found, supposedly, behind the books on the shelves.
So the killer had to guess which books Dead Man 2 would be looking at , take all the books off that shelf, spray-paint, replace all those books without making them look disordered, then leave… without anyone noticing?
And if he’d got it wrong, he’s, what? Just kill the guy with no warning? And if he’s just going to go to Dead Man 2’s flat anyway, why bother leaving the message in the first place? Why not just… talk in person?
The Killer is going to irritatingly extreme lengths to leave pointless messages that he doesn’t even give time for his victims to react to. He is… stupid.
But at least it makes Sherlock look clever by contrast.
Finally, Sherlock starts looking into the code being left behind. He goes to the British museum to find a graffiti artist. It’s quite a funny misdirect, actually. Until you stop and wonder how Sherlock knows where to find this guy.
Anyway, the scene ends with John getting an ASBO. Which would very likely stop him from being able to do his new locum job.
But “hee hee, John got framed for defacing a listed building, what larks!”
Anyway, as soon as John gets back home from a police cell, Sherlock turns him around and they set out on a little “follow the diaries and see where they coincide” tour.
Despite the fact that that… wouldn’t work. Because they could easily turn up at the crossover point at different times. It would me much more efficient to sit down with both diaries and just… read them. Plot the journey’s on a map, perhaps.
But don’t mind me. I’m no Sherlock Holmes, after all.
Despite all the odds, the two do meet up. It’s a good thing some criminals fill their diaries with incriminating information.
Anyway, once Sherlock has seen the inside of a shop, he realises that the spray painted messages are numbers.
Which he didn’t recognise before, but now knows all about…
Right.
Anyway, we are now presented with a first lay-out of the plot.
Two men, dead man one and dead man two, travel back from China with smuggled vases in their cases. They take these to the Lucky Cat Emporium, drop them off, and leave. One of them, Dead Man 1, we learn later, had stolen something from the “horde” in China, and brought it back home with him. Both men were threatened, because the criminal organisation wanted the stolen item back. One man knew nothing, and was killed. The other did know something, but chose to… die rather than reveal it?
OK, so Dead Man 1 picks up a pretty bauble from the horde. He doesn’t know anything about it, presumes it isn’t that valuable. The fact that he knows nothing about it is clear from the fact that he gives it to his secretary rather than selling it.
So why doesn’t he just tell the killer that he made a mistake, and get the pin back?
Because… he’s killed before they can even have a conversation about it. Because the killer is really stupid, and really bad at getting information about stuff he wants out of people.
So basically, everything happens because of a misunderstanding.
This plot is stupid.
Anyway, Sherlock notices that a house nearby looks suspiciously unoccupied. He breaks in, leaving John outside, and realises quickly that he isn’t alone. Despite this, he doesn’t let John in.
This, by the way, leads him to shout sarcastically about Sherlock Holmes, which is really significant later. And still, really stupid.
While he’s setting up this stupid plot point for later, Sherlock is being strangled by this vicious killer. Presumably he doesn’t want to risk a gun while he’s just off a crowded street, but there’s still no reason for him to leave Sherlock alive.
But instead, he leaves Sherlock semi-strangled, and Sherlock recovers almost instantly.
This quick recovery doesn’t seem that realistic to me. Sherlock had almost lost consciousness from a lack of oxygen. The pressure required to do that would be quite significant, and would probably lead to some swelling or bruising, even if Sherlock was able to get up again fairly quickly.
Also, he doesn’t tell John that he was attacked. This is the second time this episode that Sherlock does not divulge the fact that his life was in danger at the hands of an assailant. Maybe Sherlock doesn’t want to put John off?
Anyway, the disappointing duo then pursue Soo Lin to the museum where she worked. There, for all to see, is the painted statue that made her run. No-one has noticed this in the last week, obviously.
But before they can look more into the museum and it’s connections, they are distracted, and end up going on a hunt for the numbers. They find a couple of examples fairly close to each other. It’s never explained who these messages are for, or how the criminal network knows which one’s they have seen, so that they can come along and paint over them minutes later.
That seems like an easy and practical way of spreading information, and ensuring that the right people see it.
Does it?
Doesn’t it?
I’m really confused now. One of the most important things about any story where the bounds of reality are pushed is that it is CONSISTENT.
This isn’t consistent. And the lack of consistency makes it seem unbelievable. I don’t even know what’s meant to be going on now. They’ve never sat back and discussed what’s really going on here. There’s some people going around killing other people, spray-painting ancient numbers onto artworks, walls, bookshelves. They also paint on random walls, and leave black origami flowers on the bodies of their victims.
I don’t even know.
Anyway. Let’s press on.
Sherlock and John now have a picture of the code, and they remember that, oh yes, there’s a missing woman out there somewhere.
They should probably do something about that.
They go to the museum, and Sherlock notices that a teapot that was dull is now shiny.
I don’t know how he quantifies shiny, and why he assumes that someone broke into the museum to wet the pots rather than another staff member doing it. But, guess what, he’s right! Soo Lin breaks into the museum to make some tea.
Does this museum have any security at all?
Also, I know some people love their work, but to put your life at risk to… make some teapots shiny? When there are clearly other people who work at the museum who could do it?
But of course, she knows everything Sherlock needs to know. An ancient crime syndicate tattoos every one of it’s members. Why do criminal organisations feel the need to do this? It’s kind of hard to explain away if you’re caught,
“Oh yeah, I just picked this random tattoo from a list they had at the shop. Oh really, it’s also used to identify members of the criminal underworld? How fascinating. Complete coincidence though, Your Honour”.
Anyway, Soo Lin used to work for the criminals, and thought she had escaped. But they tracked her down and asked for her help. The cost of her refusal is… death?
Her brother kills her because she asked to keep out of this business?
That’s…cold. Really cold. But the brother tracks her down (despite her being in a place where she has no business being). There’s a gunfight in a museum (Again, security? Police? Anyone????)
There’s a short, uninteresting action scene, culminating in Soo Lin being killed. We are left to reflect on the sad fact that an interesting character ended up contributing basically nothing to the plot at all.
We cut to the real police. They don’t seem to mind the fact the John and Sherlock broke into a museum in the middle of a night. And, of course (because all police are stupid) they are still refusing to consider the possibility that the crimes are connected.
So Sherlock goes to see Molly. After a crude cannibalism joke, it turns out that Molly conveniently has custody of the bodies of muredered guys 1 and 2. But she can’t show them to him, because paperwork.
So Sherlock flatters her, and she says “oh, hang the valid reason I had not for helping you, who cares about my career or my fitness to practise! Let’s go and hang out with some corpses!”
Sherlock is 100% aware of what he is doing here by the way. He is leading Molly along, dangling the prospect of a relationship, or even a close friendship, in front of her. Getting her to risk her career.
It’s gross.
Anyway, they find matching tattoos, and Sherlock has finally decided that this might be a book code. He just has to find out which book the men had in common.
I actually really like this scene, and this idea. Though the way they go about it is hardly methodical, but it shows the pair actually working together, and putting in some hard work, which is nice.
Then John goes into work after having no sleep, endangering the health of every picture he sees.
What… a good…. Doctor.
Eventually, at least, he falls asleep at his desk. At least while he’s napping, he can’t accidentally prescribe the wrong dose of a drug and kill someone.
But his boss covers up for him, in exchange for being taken on a date. Sweet. Not a professionalism issue AT ALL.
Sherlock is still working when John get’s back. There’s a bit more queerbaiting, Sherlock claims not to know what a “date” is… Awkward.
Then Sherlock gatecrashes the date he arranged for them. At a Chinese travelling circus performance.
I actually… love this performance. As John says, this isn’t a circus, it’s an art.
I don’t know when the head of this criminal organisation had the time to become a master of this artform, but…. Who cares. It’s pretty. I love the drama of the near-silent performance, the skill on display… then Sherlock has to step up and give a little running commentary. If I was at that circus, I would be shushing him. Like, literally nothing he says has to be said.
Then he goes, sneaks backstage to investigate. John, meanwhile, watches a man Sherlock just told him might be a killer, perform a silks act. And isn’t even slightly concerned by this.
Anyway, Sherlock has to go and get into a fight backstage, ruining the whole performance for everyone. John suddenly remembers he’s meant to be helping, and goes to help. No-one dies, and all the baddies seem to get away. In fact, they don’t even make an effort to capture any of them, even the criminals they have basically knocked out.
If Sherlock had maybe invited the police along with him, or at least stayed at the hall to stop the gang from leaving…? He could have stopped the rest of the story from happening.
Anyway, John’s date asks for food. Despite John having been shopping earlier in the same episode, there’s no fresh food… anywhere. So Mrs Hudson has to come to the rescue. Somehow, psychically, she knows that John needs food, and she provides.
Meanwhile, John’s Date realises that Soo Lin had transtaled the first part of the message before being killed. When she had time to grab a book and start looking up words, I don’t know. But she did.
Anyway, we get a big revelatory moment, when Sherlock realises the book is the London A-Z. Before he can get back inside… John is kidnapped. This is the first, but definitely not the last time this will happen. Also, Sherlock is basically stood outside his front door (he hadn’t managed to hail a taxi yet), and yet doesn’t notice an unconscious John being carried out. He’s SO GOOD AT NOTICING THINGS.
Anyway, John wakes up in an abandoned tramway, surrounded by the gang. And we are introduced to the amazing plot twist of this episode, the criminals think that Watson is Holmes. For some reason. I mean, Watson has a debit card, a check and ticket with the name Holmes in his pocket… but presumably he also has his own debit cards etc. in his wallet?
And then we get the most ridiculous thing of all. They misinterpret John’s earlier sarcastic ramblings as evidence that John is Sherlock.
Let us remind ourselves of who these criminals are. The Black Lotus. Legendary criminal gang. Clearly doing meticulous research, following Sherlock and John around. Breaking into banks and museums, working out where their victims live, presumably doing massive amounts of research.
But not, obviously, paying attention to all the times Sherlock calls John “John”, and vice versa. Not even bothering to google them. They both have websites, remember.
Oh, and the worst of it?
Just before the whole “I’m Sherlock Holmes and I always work alone because no-one can stand my bloody intellect” thing, which was presumably overheard by The Spider, they clearly call each other by those names just outside the building. In fact, while Sherlock is being strangled, he CALLS OUT “JOHN!”.
So… this misunderstanding should not occur. Under any circumstances at all. The Spider literally heard Sherlock call out for John! What did he think was happening there???
But fine. There’s only twelve minutes left. I can do this.
Anyway, Shan (leader of the Black Lotus) points a gun at John’s head. She also makes and interesting claim- that three times people have tried to kill John and Sherlock.
Have… have they?
Let’s count. So I presume we are counting Sherlock being strangled here, even though technically Sherlock was the only one in danger. But let’s be generous and call that one. The second, I guess would be the museum shooting? But they were really only there by coincidence, and it was clear that John and Sherlock weren’t the targets. And I suppose number three would be… the circus? But again, the Black Lotus had no way of knowing that they would be coming, and they only attacked after Sherlock was found sneaking around in the back.
Honestly, I would struggle to call any of these “assassination attempts”.
I mean, The Black Lotus is clearly highly incompetent though, so maybe that’s just… it.
Anyway, Shan is busy trying to get John to tell her where the “treasure” is. Interesting that they never bothered asking any of the other people they had captured, the people who… you know, actually knew. They just assume Sherlock knows where the treasure is. For no reason.
And they prepare to kill John’s Date, with a hideously complex, and highly flawed mechanism that is… vaguely reminiscent of James Bond?
Anyway, Sherlock turns up, of course, in time to save the Damsel in Distress. He comes up with some science babble explaining that Shan can’t fire her gun… even though she can….
And, because Sherlock didn’t bring any help, we’ve got a fight on out hands. Sherlock vs the Spider, which John and his date try to untie themselves from their chairs and get out of the way of the arrow.
Actually John’s Date literally sits there and does nothing, while John knocks the chair he’s tied to over and kicks said hideously complicated murder mechanism to the side, conveniently placing an arrow in the Spider’s chest, rather than Sherlock’s.
I mean, she could be in terrible shock or something, but also… she could have just rolled her chair over, exactly as John did.
Anyway, all the rest of the baddies are gone, and John delivers the all-important one-liner “next date won’t be like this”. Has Watson really become James Bond?
Anyway, the duo go back home, and discuss the mystery. Before they can say anything interesting, we cut back to the bank.
Where the 9 million pound hair-pin has been all along. In the hair of Dead Man 1’s secretary.
I can’t even begin to say how stupid this is. Especially knowing that The Spider knew so much about the lay-out of the bank, showing that he’s clearly been there multiple times. And yet, he never noticed.
And Van Coon never thought that stealing from the Black Lotus would be dangerous.
This is a stupid plot.
Anyway, we have reached the end. Nearly.
We are shown another figure spray-painting a strange symbol on a parking metre.
A hint that the Black Lotus is still very operational.
But if one hint wasn’t enough…
We get another one.
General Shan thanking someone over a video call. Someone who describes himself with the letter “M”.
And what does “M” say?
“Gratitude is meaningless. It is only the expectation of future favours”.
Shan insists that she did not know Sherlock Holmes would come to foil her plans (despite, you know, telling John that she had been trying to lure Sherlock into a trap all along). Shan admits that she made a mistake, and that Moriarty, and his identity, may be compromised.
Moriarty writes “They cannot trace this back to me”
Shan pleads for her life, insisting that she will not reveal anything.
Moriarty replies “I am certain of it”. And she is shot by a hidden assassin.
That ending scene… I mean, it sets up so much, doesn’t it? The return of the Black Lotus? More smuggling, more secret codes?
It also suggests that Moriarty is very, very keen to keep himself hidden, prepared to kill a loyal general to ensure it.
It’s… disappointing. The Black Lotus is never even referenced again, despite the hint that the smuggling was continuing. And Moriarty would reveal himself just one episode later.
I remember, actually, that there was a theory that the Moriarty played by Andrew Scott was not the real one, that there was another layer of secrecy built in. This scene, followed so quickly by the reveal of the Andrew Scott Moriarty, made me consider that seriously for a long time.
When you take that theory away, it’s just…. I don’t know. If you do a dramatic set-up for something, it should be paid off!
In fact, that happens a lot in this series. Setting up Mycroft as a villain, doesn’t pay off. Setting John and Sherlock up as a couple, doesn’t pay off. Setting up Moriarty as this spider in the centre of the web, with an identity people will die to keep hidden…. Shows his face a week later.
I went into this thinking that this would be a fairly easy review. I liked this episode, after all. But unfortunately, when you stop and think about it, it just… makes no sense. None at all. In fact, the plot of the last episode holds up better than the plot of this one!
And, of course, there is the fact that this episode… doesn’t really have a mystery in it. Do you know what I mean? There’s a code and some dead people, but Sherlock works out fairly early on who the killer is. There’s very little detective work involved at all.
So… Again, I am left disappointed. I wanted this episode to be as good as I remembered it being. Again, the music, the cast, everything is fantastic. I just don’t think the story works.
And when a Sherlock Holmes story begins with Sherlock committing a murder inside 221b…. (And yes, this is the hill I will die on. Deal with it).
I suppose the only place left to go is onwards and…. Upwards/Downwards/into the centre of Moriarty’s crime web (please delete as appropriate)
See you for the next one.
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