Lies
The Great Detective's carriage traveled slowly up Elbury Street towards it's destination. "You can stop right here." She told the driver. The carriage stopped and Vastra exited, walking the rest of the journey towards the Beast's Cave Pub. "Hello, Ulysses," she said to the big man outside, "how's your wife?"
"She doin' alright." He responded in a thick Cockney accent. "Now, I'll need to see identification, miss." Vastra sighed and showed Ulysses her hand. "Intellego." And the symbol appeared on her hand. "Please enter, Madame Vastra."
"Thank you Ulysses." Vastra walked in, and immediately the roudy customers went silent. "My dear brothers and sisters," Vastra announced, "the mission has been completed."
One man spoke up. "The tribute has been planted in the right spot?"
"And the code-phrase set in her mind?" Said another.
"Of course." Vastra replied. "The Spiral, dear friends, is descending as planned, and, soon, our greatest enemy will be snuffed out like the candle in the wind he is."
Vastra slowly raised her hand, and the others followed suit. The symbols appeared on their hands. A small spiral in red ink. They began chanting. "Hail the Spiral. Hail the Spiral! Hail the Spiral! Hail the Spiral! Death to The Doctor!"