"John, can I have a word?" Keith's so far silent friend laid a hand on the blind man's arm, indicating he wanted to speak privately.
John nodded and moved away from the others, calling over his shoulder as he went
"Get changed Mr Holmes, we'll need to move on very soon – the longer we wait the more likely they'll find you."
Grey eyes followed the two men as they walked away out of earshot. As if to reinforce the need for privacy, Keith started talking, encouraging the half-naked man to put his new clothes on, discussing where they had got them from and his hoped that the boots were okay.
Sherlock let it wash over him as he pulled the shirt and jacket on, his attention still on the other men. The young man was leaning close, whispering, and John was nodding, occasionally commenting, but he couldn't make out what was being said.
Conversation over, John walked back towards him, pulling a mobile phone from his pocket and sliding his thumb over the keyboard, dialling with ease of practice.
"Who are you ringing?"
"Police." John held up a hand to forestall any more questions as the call was answered. "It's John. You have a rogue officer in Scotland Yard."
He paused, listening, then said.
"Yeah I know, just watch your back."