Gone

"There's a crack in the wall Sherlock."

"Yes there is isn't there Mrs. Hudson. There's also a scratch on the table, a rip in the rug, a..."

"Alright I get it, but do fix it soon. There's a draft." Sherlock didn't say anything. He had walked up to examine it.

"The draft isn't coming from here. It can't be, the crack doesn't go through the wall. Next time do be more..." But he never finished his sentence. There was a flash of light and Sherlock Holmes was gone.