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"McInnerney's landlady found him dead him six hours later."
"Mycroft, why are you telling me this?"
"You know why. John knows why! Don't you, John?"
John shrugged noncommittally.
"This habit you have of leaving your violin accoutrements about."
"My violin is always safe."
"But not your bow. And that is much more dangerous than McInnerney's fishing rod."
Sherlock grabbed Mycroft's phone and umbrella and walked toward the window.
"Sherlock! I'm thinking of you! And John."
"And I of you. I've texted your PA to destroy all your umbrellas. This one. . ." There was a crash. ". . .is safely in Mrs. Hudson's bin."