Dr. Watson stepped out of 221B moving next to Mycroft. "Doctor-"

"He knows, Mycroft. He knows she's dead."

Faint strains of violin music could soon be heard. It was sweet but sorrowful. The emotion was plain to hear.

"What song is that?" asked the elder Holmes.

John hesitated. "It's her song. He hasn't given it a name. I don't know if I want to label it Her Theme or The Woman."

They fell into silence.

"Her file?"

John handed the file back to Mycroft, who took it with a humorous twitch to his lips. "Where is Ms. Adler's phone?"

"He kept it."

"Excuse me? My brother did what?"

The violin intensified.

John paused. "I think we can deduce something about Sherlock's heart. He learned from my phone that my sister had left her wife. It had been a gift from Clara. Sherlock stated that Harry had to have left Clara because if it had been Clara who left, Harry would have kept the phone. His exact words? 'People are sentimental that way.'"

Mycroft nodded slowly and tucked the file under his arm. "I think it's rather unfortunate," he began slowly. "That Ms. Irene Adler's phone fell out of the file in transit to the safe and was run over by a car. Quite regrettable."

Mr. Holmes stepped forward as his car rolled up. "Give my brother my regards."

As the car pulled away, the violin ceased.