"Mrs Hudson, when they say, 'Truth is stranger than fiction', that is not a license to create impossible coincidences, even if they might happen in real life! Tell your niece that her story would never work." Mrs Hudson left the dining room like a leaking helium balloon, deflated and drifting.
"Really?" John Watson retorted, his eyes turned on Sherlock. "Mrs Hudson was just telling me that she had found a way to connect with her niece..." John reached for the newspaper and, with a short "Hmm", created a paper wall between himself and Sherlock.
