I was reminded of my army days as we all stood in a row in the centre of the park; hands at our sides, eyes looking straight ahead as we listened to the words of our commander.
There was only one problem:
This wasn't the army.
This was another one of Holmes's ideas on how to deduce criminal methods through the means of petty games.
"There will be no alliances," he was saying, marching up and down the row with all the strut of an army general. "No bribery or any of your scheming ideas. I am speaking mostly to Watson as he told me quite emphatically earlier that the last thing he wanted to be doing on this beautiful Saturday was to chase after a bunch of children."
Lestrade and the other inspectors sniggered and I scowled deeply at the dirt. The few Baker Street Irregulars that Holmes had grouped together for the event were openly offended. So much for bribery.
"Now, boys," Holmes turned to the dirty faced children. "I do not want to hear of foul play. Just because you are allowed to create obstacles, does not mean you are allowed to throw objects for intended harm. As you are acting as our escaped convicts, I know that in reality, a thrown projectile is common, but please be considerate of the Inspectors."
A few of the boys looked crestfallen; the rest of us looked relieved. There would be no jeering at the men of Scotland Yard today.
"The race will begin here at the park and end at Baker Street." Holmes announced. "You will be tested on stamina, wits and the ability to think clearly under pressure. The winning team, be it convicts or police men will be graciously rewarded with some of Mrs. Hudson's baked goods. Any questions? Very good. Then on your mark, get set,
"Go!"