Prompt from sirensbane: "You figure it out. I'm NOT getting involved."
"Now, Watson, don't you think that man looks like a sailor?"
"Nonsense! As a former soldier yourself, doctor, you'd surely recognise a fellow military man when you saw one. The man works on the docks, but he's not a sailor. A tug boat pilot at most."
Despite both Holmes brothers having ostensibly directed their comments at me, neither seemed to care to listen to my opinion on the matter. If they had, I would have told them I could see no sign of him being a sailor, and though I admired their abilities, I had no wish to take part in their game and become arbitrator between two men who really should know better. Instead, they carried on arguing, talking over any attempt I made to speak.
"Surely you cannot think that hair to be natural, Sherlock! It has clearly been dyed, and if we were any closer, we would be able to see the evidence at his roots. Naturally blonde, most likely, for the red dye to have taken so well."
"I assure, Mycroft, that shade of red is entirely possible to come by naturally! One of my clients had hair in just such a shade, as Watson can attest."
Both Holmeses turned to look at me expectantly.
I shook my head emphatically. "You figure it out. I'm NOT getting involved."