Chapter 3 - Science of Deduction (part 1)

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Sherlock's P.O.V.:

I went back to Sir William's office to take photos of the graffiti. I looked around and noticed a window. I approached it and looked through it. It's too high, so I doubt that the person who broke-in entered the office through it, but I won't jump in conclusions so fast.
That's a common mistake among police officers. They jump in conclusions too fast, and because of that they can't solve a case. Fortunately, I'm more careful.

I glanced at graffiti again. Why would somebody leave it here? What does it mean? Threat? Warning? Code? 

I looked around desks that stood around Sir William's office. There was only one place from where you could see the graffiti. So it was ment for only one person. I read the name and went to find John. When I found him we headed towards the exit. On our way out John asked:

"Two trips around the world this month. You didn't ask his secretary, you said that just to irritate him. How did you know?"

I couldn't help but smile a bit before I answered:

"Did you see his watch? Time is right but the date is wrong. Said two days ago. Crossed the dateline twice, but he didn't alter it."

"Within a month, how did you get that part?"

"New Breitling. Only came out this February."

"Okay. So, do you think we should sniff around here a little bit longer?"

"Got everything I need to know already, thanks. That graffiti was a message. Someone in the bank, working on the trading floors. We find the recipient and..."

"It'll lead us to the person that sent it." John finished my sentence.

"Obvious."

"There's 300 people up there! Who was it meant for?"

People really don't think, do they?

"Pillars." I said.

"What?"

"Pillars and screens. Very few places you can see that graffiti from. That narrows the field considerably. And of course the message was left at 11:34 last night. That tells us a lot."

"Does it?"

"Traders come to work at all hours. Some work with Hong Kong in the middle of the night. That message was intended for someone who came to work at midnight." I pulled out a label with a name that was on the door of the office where you can see graffiti from. "Not many Van Coons in the phonebook. Taxi!" I said and called a cab. I told driver the address and soon we arrived at our destination.

I rang the buzzer that said 'VAN COON' but no one answered. I rang again. Nothing.

"What do we do now? Sit here and wait for him to come back?" John asked.

"Someone just moved in." I said.

"What?"

"Floor above: new label." I said and pointed at it.

"They could've just replaced it."

I rang it.

"Nobody does that."I said.

I heard the woman's voice from the speaker:

"Hello?"

"Hi! Um... I live in the flat just above you. I don't think we met." I said in my friendliest voice.

"No, um, I've just moved in."

I looked at John with my I-told-you look and then spoke again:

"Actually, I've just locked my keys in my flat."

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