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Disclaimer: Much as I would like to own them, Mr Holmes and Doctor Watson do not belong to me.
The audience was becoming restless, hungry for the evening's entertainment that had now been denied them. After a few minutes they began to boo and hiss, shaking their fists and surging towards the empty stage.
Holmes attempted to keep track of our quarry in the melee, but it was impossible; the crush of bodies was too great, and we were carried forwards with the sheer momentum.
"We must do something, Watson!" he yelled over the torrent of cat-calls. The noise was so great that I barely heard him.
"Quite. But what?" I shouted back.
He nodded meaningfully towards the stage. "They need a distraction! Do something to entertain them!"
That time I really did think I had misheard his words. I stared at the stage in horror, having a sudden vision of myself prancing about up there singing Any Old Iron.
"Absolutely not!" I exclaimed. "You're a musician – you entertain them!"
But Holmes was already disappearing into the crowd. "Do you honestly think anyone in this crush would appreciate a little Bach or Beethoven?" he called to me. "I'm sure you'll think of something!"
"Holmes!" I yelled after him, seeing his tall form vanishing. "Holmes, come back! I'm a doctor, not Marie Lloyd!"
