Sherlock..........Who?

The Great Game Part Three

Some time later, Kenny is primping in front of the mirror near the fireplace. Nearby, the entrance door shuts and, on the sofa, John puts down his teacup and starts to get up.

JOHN: That'll be him.

KENNY: What?

(Raoul shows Sherlock into the room. Sherlock has a large bag over his shoulder and is carrying a long narrow case which is presumably designed to hold a photographic tripod. He walks over to Kenny.)

JENNY: Mr prince My....My husband..Sherlock Holmes

(Sherlock eye's widen a fraction, while john starts coughing from inhaling too quickly)

SHERLOCK: Ah, Mr Prince, isn't it?

KENNY: Yes.

SHERLOCK: Very good to meet you.

KENNY: Yes; thank you.

(They shake hands, Sherlock looking closely at Kenny's hand as he does so.)

SHERLOCK: So sorry to hear about ...

KENNY: Yes, yes, very kind.

JENNY: Shall we, er ...

(Sherlock walks over to Jenny's side and puts down the case on the sofa and starts rummaging in his bag. Kenny turns back to the mirror and fiddles with his hair again.)

JOHN (quietly): You were right. The bacteria got into her another way.

SHERLOCK (smirking): Oh yes?

JOHN: Yes.

KENNY (turning towards them): Right. We all set?

JOHN: Um, yes.

(He looks at Sherlock, who has taken a camera and flashgun from his bag, and jerks his head towards Kenny.)

JOHN: Can you ...?

(As Kenny leans one arm on the mantelpiece and poses, Sherlock walks closer and starts taking photographs of him.)

KENNY: Not too close. I'm raw from crying.

(The cat meows at Sherlock's feet. He looks down.)

SHERLOCK: Oh, who's this?

KENNY: Sekhmet. Named after the Egyptian goddess.

SHERLOCK: How nice(!) Was she Connie's?

KENNY: Yes.

(Jenny reaches down towards the cat but Kenny beats her to it, bending down and picking it up.)

KENNY: Little present from yours truly.

(Frustrated, Jenny straightens up, then looks at her flatmates.)

JENNY: Sherlock? John? Uh, light reading?

SHERLOCK: Oh, um ...

(He lifts a second flashgun which he is holding in his other hand and holds it towards Kenny, firing it straight into his face.)

SHERLOCK: Two point eight.

(Kenny squinches his eyes shut against the light.)

KENNY: Bloody hell. What do you think you're playing at?!

(Jenny immediately reaches out and rubs her fingers over one of the cat's front paws. Sherlock keeps firing the flashgun to keep Kenny's eyes closed.)

SHERLOCK: Sorry.

(John lifts jenny's  fingers away and sniffs them while Sherlock continues to fire the flashgun.)