Downstairs, Sherlock opens the front door and stands on the doorstep for a moment while he shrugs himself into his coat. A taxi is parked at the kerb and the driver, Jeff Hope, is leaning casually against the side of the cab.
''Taxi for Sherlock 'olmes.'' Jeff announced.
''I didn't order a taxi.'' Sherlock said, confused.
''Doesn't mean you don't need one.'' Jeff exclaimed.
''You're the cabbie, It was you..'' Sherlock figured out.
''See? No-one ever thinks about the cabbie. It's like you're invisible. Just the back of an 'ead. Proper advantage for a serial killer.'' Jeff explained.
''Is this a confession?'' Sherlock asked.
''Oh, yeah. An' I'll tell you what else: if you call the coppers now, I won't run. I'll sit quiet and they can take me down, I promise.'' Jeff offered.
''Why?'' Sherlock asked.
''Cause you're not gonna do that.'' Jeff concluded.
''Am I not?'' Sherlock asked.
'' I didn't kill those four people, Mr 'olmes. I spoke to 'em ... and they killed themselves. An' if you get the coppers now, I promise you one thing...'' Jeff paused for a second, leaning forwards:.. ''I will never tell you what I said.''
''No-one else will die, though, and I believe they call that a result.'' Sherlock exclaimed.
''An' you won't ever understand how those people died. What kind of result do you care about?'' Jeff asked, mocking Sherlock.
''If I wanted to understand, what would I do?'' Sherlock asked.
''Let me take you for a ride.'' Jeff suggested.
''So you can kill me too?'' Sherlock asked.
''I don't wanna kill you, Mr 'olmes. I'm gonna talk to yer ... and then you're gonna kill yourself.'' Jeff explained.
He turns to face the front again. Sherlock straightens up, his eyes lost in thought as he considers the situation. Jeff calmly sits gazing out of the front window, then smiles in satisfaction when the rear door opens. The cab dips as Sherlock gets in and then the door slams shut. Jeff starts the engine.
In the cab, a phone is ringing. Sherlock watches Jeff as the pink phone – which Jeff has put in the well beside his seat – continues to ring.
''How did you find me?'' Sherlock asked.
''Oh, I recognised yer, soon as I saw you chasing my cab. Sherlock 'olmes! I was warned about you. I've been on your website, too. Brilliant stuff! Loved it!'' Jeff awnsered.
''Who warned you about me?'''Sherlock asked suspiciously.
''Just someone out there who's noticed you.'' Jeff awsnered.
''Who?'' Sherlock asked again, now in a more threatening tone.
He leans forward, looking closely at the side of Jeff's neck, then noticing a photograph of a young boy and girl attached to the dashboard of the cab.
''Who would notice me?'''Sherlock asked.
''You're too modest, Mr 'olmes.'' Jeff awnsered.
''I'm really not.'' Sherlock exclaimed.
''You've got yourself a fan.'' Jeff said.
''Tell me more.'' Sherlock demanded.
''That's all you're gonna know ...'' He pauses dramatically for a moment:..''in this lifetime.''
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Their Biggest Secret
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