"How d'you find the wine, Watson?"
"Fine for a domestic."
Ignoring my quirked brow, Holmes turned to Gregory. "No more delays. What have you found?"
Gregory had been eyeing the scraggly bits of cabbage and potato on his plate in morbid fascination; with one last prod at the food he grimaced and pushed away his meal. "Well, turns out your guest wasn't acting under orders; he wanted to prove himself."
"Didn't he fear punishment from his superiors?"
"Apparently not, Doctor, though he may—wait, Mr. Holmes, over there, that man—watching us—"
Holmes smiled and shook his head. "Balderdash."