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The Hostage
"Where is Sherlock?"
John looked up from his newspaper. "Won't you sit down?"
Mycroft sat and crossed his legs elegantly. "You haven't answered my question."
"I don't know."
"Don't you?"
John shrugged.
"If you refuse to give up my brother's location, then tell me where my umbrella is!"
"Umbrella?" He frowned.
"Yes, the umbrella that is being held hostage. By my brother."
"Maybe you should let him on the Abbotsford case."
Mycroft snorted and reached into his pocket.
"Or maybe," John grinned, and held up a photograph identical to the one Mycroft had just produced, "You should ask these cats?"