"There is no great genius without some touch of madness." -Aristotle.
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"IN WHICH A PSYCHOPATHIC FAN FINDS HERSELF IN ONE OF HER FAVORITE TV SHOWS."
BBC Sherlock | Season 1- 4
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Published on January 17, 2017.
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CHAPTER TEN | DETECTIVE INSPECTOR DIMMOCK
"Sir William's office - the bank's former Chairman. The room's been left here like a sort of memorial. Someone broke in late last night."
The banker, Sebastian, informed the trio while they crossed the hallway. He held his security card against the reader by the door to unlock it.
"What did they steal?" John asked him curiously.
"Nothing" Sebastian answered "Just left a little message."
Inside, hanging on the plain white wall behind the large desk was a framed painted portrait of a man in a suit - presumably the late Sir William Shad himself. On the wall to the left of the portrait, someone had sprayed what looked like a graffiti 'tag' in yellow paint.
The tag looked vaguely like a number 8 but with the top of the number left open, and above it was an almost horizontal straight line. Across the eyes of the portrait itself, another almost horizontal straight line had been sprayed. Perhaps because of the texture of the paper or perhaps because the 'artist' over sprayed the line, the yellow paint had run trails down the painting.
Sebastian led the way towards the desk and then stepped aside to allow Sherlock a clear view of the wall. John moved to stand on the other side of Sebastian, who looked at Sherlock expectantly while the detective stared in fixed concentration at the graffiti.
Hella stood behind; she didn't need to see the paint she already knew what the message meant, she was crossing her arms waiting for Sherlock to finish, at her huff, the high functional sociopath noticed how disinterested the brown-haired girl was with the message. It confused him because the case showed something worthy of entertainment for both but she didn't seem to care at all.
Later, they were back in Sebastian's office and he was showing the boys and girl the security footage of the office from the previous night "Sixty seconds apart" he flicked back and forth between the still photograph taken at 23:34:01 which showed the paint on the wall and on the portrait, and a minute earlier - 23:33:01 - when the wall and portrait were still clean "So, someone came up here in the middle of the night, splashed paint around, then left within a minute."
"How many ways into that office?" Sherlock asked him.
Sebastian hummed "Well, that's where this gets really interesting."
Back in the reception area, Sebastian showed them a screen on a computer which had a layout of the trading floor and its surrounding offices. Each indicated door had a light against it showing its security status "Every door that opens in this bank, it gets logged right here. Every walk-in cupboard, every toilet."
"That door didn't open last night" Sherlock concluded.
"There's a hole in our security. Find it and we'll pay you - five figures" the banker told him. He reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and took out a cheque "This is an advance. Tell me how he got in, there's a bigger one on its way."
