"Mr. Holmes," Mrs. Hudson said, her voice making frost seem as toasty as a fire, "Doctor Watson."
Watson avoided her eyes. He couldn't remember the last time she went through the formality of 'Doctor Watson.' They were evicted, without a doubt.
"We need to chat."
"We should go," Lestrade ventured.
"I will get your coats," Mrs. Hudson said sharply. "I do not neglect my duties. You two— come along."
Watson widened his eyes at Holmes. "Do not panic," Holmes murmured.
"I'm trying," he whispered back.
She faced them like a military commander at the door. They all flinched. "I may as well to speak to the rest of you," she said. "You—" she pointed to Gregson. "You ought to be ashamed. Trying to flirt with a woman as old as your mother! Really! And you—" She whirled to Lestrade. "I am not your nanny, mother, or wife, and I did not appreciate you ordering me about as if I was. Elder Mr. Holmes, I can sincerely say I hope to never hear you sing opera again. It was unpleasant, at the very least." She brusquely handed them each their coats, and opened the door. "And good day, gentlemen!" Holmes and Watson began to back up to their rooms while they could, but she cried: "Get back here this instant!" They crept back, keeping their faces downcast. "You two especially," she chided. "Doctor, my apron was ruined by your incessant sobbing. And you, Mister Holmes, broke my grandmother's china dish and had the nerve to tell me it was only a piece of expensive glass! You are entirely too old to act like college boys."
"Mrs. Hudson," Watson began. "We are so sorry."
"We promise it will never occur again," Holmes swore.
"It best not, or I will renting out the flat to some nice quiet boarders and putting you two out in the street!" She marched into her domain of the kitchen. They waited. It was eerily silent after the yelling. Holmes rubbed his forehead. "I have a horrible migraine."
"Good!" Mrs. Hudson yelled.
Watson replied, "I believe it's time we crash into bed—separate ones, this time."
Mrs. Hudson re-emerged with two sets of rubber gloves. "Oh, I think not. You will be doing dishes with me."
They contemplated escape, but both meekly took the gloves.