"I don't understand why you wanted to meet Gregory at this café," Watson whispered as we moved down the darkened street.
"Whatever is wrong with it? The selection of imported wines is superb and they serve an exquisite bubble and squeak. It's the perfect place to meet a Scotland Yard inspector."
"Holmes, don't speak so loud! And why must you walk right in every pool of streetlight? I almost think that knock addled your mind!"
"Nonsense, Watson." I twirled my cane with a flourish. "You're too high-strung tonight. A little food and drink, and you'll soon be feeling much better."