Doctor
Sherlock tapped the mantelpiece and turned to face the little scene in front of him.
In front of him, sat his client, the distraught Duchess, whose only child had been taken by person or persons unknown. On her left, sat Inspector Lestrade, looking unusually pale. The tall, bulky form of Mycroft Holmes took up the rest of the space.
Dr. Watson was sitting across them, looking at him inquiringly.
Lestrade cleared his throat. "We haven't any leads yet" he said stiffly "The child has been gone for more than a week. We really do need your help."
The duchess emphasized his words with a sob, which Holmes ignored.
Mycroft Holmes glared at his brother. "Sherlock" he said, sternly. His brother sent a glare of equal magnitude towards hi, which clearly read I do not take cases like this.
"Holmes"
Holmes turned to his friend, who looked back at him. Mycroft could not guess what passes between them but at the end of it Sherlock smiled softly and turned to the Duchess.
"Tell me everything."