Sherlock stepped through the door, leaning back against it and looking at the stupefied bodyguard.
"I would appreciate it Mr Reader if you would remove your gun from my friend's head. My brother needs all the allies he can get at the moment."
He glanced at John, who was obviously listening for something, and realised immediately what he was missing.
"She went back home." He said, and was rewarded with a smile that said he'd done the right thing, not mentioning names or insisting she come inside.
"Mr Holmes, we thought you'd been taken." Reader spoke up, putting the safety back on the gun and motioning them to follow him through to the lounge.
"The plan was that once we had confirmation that you were actually taken, and not just away for a couple of days, the person your brother had trusted with the names of the two people who knew where he would be was to pass them to Anthea, and she was to contact us."
"Anthea sold out to the other side." Sherlock muttered bitterly. "Her latest boyfriend was John Barrymore."
Reading whistled.
"We think we've found Neville Drury, once you can confirm we have the right man you need to contact my brother."
"And then we need to talk to him," John added. "To plan the first battle."
