Prompt from Domina Temporis: Holmes visits Mycroft and throws the Diogenes into an uproar. Hope everyone is staying safe in these difficult times!

There were very few things in the world that could make Mycroft Holmes move hastily, Sir Richard mused, but this, it appeared, was one of them.

After all, it wasn't every day you were informed that your young brother had arrived at the doorstep of your club, covered in blood, and was asking for you.

Allowing his curiosity free reign, Sir Richard stood up, neatly folded his newspaper, laid it on his reading desk so it was precisely in line with the edge, and followed Mr Holmes into the Diogenes' entrance hall.

As a rule, of course, visitors always went to the Visitor's Room, to be received by whichever club member they were visiting. However on this occasion, the clerk in the entrance hall had apparently insisted that the younger Mr Holmes must not venture any further into the club, and considering the amount of blood dripping off him, Sir Richard really wasn't surprised. Young Mr Holmes barely seemed to notice, eagerly imparting something to his brother and utterly ignoring the foul looks he was garnering from the occasional incoming member.

"-not even close to where it should have been!"

Sir Richard caught the tail end of young Mr Holmes' words as the brothers passed him by, the older Mr Holmes chivying his brother towards the washrooms close by. His brother was gesturing at something, sending more blood spatters across the room, to the consternation of the clerk.

Well. Clearly there was quite a story there. He'd have to keep an eye on the newspapers, to see what Dr Watson might write about it. His daughter always did enjoy those stories.

Curiosity satisfied, Sir Richard wiped an errant spot of blood from his collar, and returned to the reading room and his newspaper.