Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters...wish I did!
Stealthily the shadowy figure crept down the hallway, careful in the darkness to avoid the ornamental tables with their vases of flowers and crystal bowls of pot-pourri.
A careless step onto a creaking floorboard caused a heart stopping moment of fear as the possibility of discovery loomed large, but all remained quiet, and only the ticking of the grandfather clock disturbed the midnight hush.
Approaching the closed bedroom door, the would-be assailant tested the weight of the weapon in his hand and gripped the handle tightly, ready to use it if the need arose. The well oiled hinges made no sound as the door swung gently open.
In the faint light creeping through a crack in the curtains, he could see the sleeping figure of the room's lone occupant as he stepped lightly towards the bed.
With his free hand he reached into his pocket for the length of rope he had stowed there earlier, checking the slip knot he had tied in one end. Then, with infinite care, he slipped the noose over his sleeping victim's wrists.
When he was quite ready he leapt onto the bed, pulling the rope tight and slapping his sword down hard on the pillow next to his captive's head.
"Aha, Master Mycroft," he yelled with glee. "You've been caught by Captain Sherlock, bold buccaneer!"