A New Mystery at 221 Baker Street

Chapter 9: Gay

Episode Transcript Provided by Ariane DeVere/Callie Sullivan

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Sherlock examined the trainers in a lab at St Bartholomew's Hospital. He dug out the dried mud and dirt from the treads at the bottom and put them in a Petri dish. He continued to look at his computer next to him as it analyze the mud. Alice stood at the end of the table Sherlock was working at while John was pacing across from them.

"So, who do you suppose it was?" John asked, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" Sherlock mused, ignoring the text alert from his phone.

"The woman on the phone- the crying woman,"

"Oh, she doesn't matter. She's just a hostage. No lead there," Sherlock responded, still looking at what his computer was reading.

"For God's sake, I wasn't thinking about leads, Sherlock!" John exclaimed, angry at his flatmate.

"You're not going to be much use to her," Sherlock responded, glancing at the scanner trying to match the dried mud to other substances.

"There's no point, John," Alice interrupted. "The bomber is too clever to leave a loose end like that. I doubt even Mycroft could help us try to trace the call."

Sherlock's phone trilled once more. "Pass me my phone," Sherlock instructed. John looked around the room, wondering if the command was for him or the general population.

"Where is it?" John asked.

"Jacket," Sherlock replied. John sighed in disbelief before walking over to Sherlock, opening his jacket, and taking out his phone. "Careful," Sherlock warned, angrily.

John sighed once more as he looked at Sherlock's phone. "Text from your brother," he said, about to show Sherlock.

RE: BRUCE-PARTING PLANS

Any progress on Andrew

West's death?

Mycroft

"Delete it," Sherlock instructed, refusing to look up from his microscope.

"Delete it?"

"Missile plans are out of the country now. Nothing we can do about it," Sherlock explained.

"Well, Mycroft thinks there is; he's texted you eight times," Alice said, looking over John's shoulder at Sherlock's phone.

"Why didn't he cancel his dental appointment?" Sherlock asked, raising his head.

"What?" John asked, confused at Sherlock's statement about the elder Holmes brother.

"Mycroft never texts if he can talk," Sherlock explained. "Look, Andrew West stole the missile plans, tried to sell them, and got his head smashed in, end of the story. The only mystery is this: why is my brother so determined to bore me when somebody else is being so delightfully interesting?"

"Do try and remember that there's a woman here who might die," Alice said, her arms folded across her chest.

"What for," Sherlock asked, earning a groan from John. "This hospital's full of people dying, Doctor. Why don't you go and cry by their bedside? See what good it does then," John turned to Alice in disbelief. Unbothered, Sherlock turned his attention back to his computer, which pinged to announce that it had found a match. "Ah," Sherlock announced in delight.

"Any luck?" Molly Hooper asked as she entered the room. Alice had met Molly earlier that day when the trio first arrived at Bart's hospital. The woman had a kind heart and an obvious and massive crush on Sherlock. Still, she was nice to the trio and even let them use the lab whenever they needed it.