"Honey, what's this all about?" Harry asks, feeling distinctly un-manly about being made to hide behind Mary.

Sherlock, in turn, waves his hand dismissively at Mary's comment.

"You gave me precisely ten seconds between sending off your text and opening the door," he says. "Where on Earth was I supposed to go? Unless you wanted me to climb out the window and face yet another arrest."

He remains remarkably calm throughout this entire thing.

"You should also know that your cat was sick on the carpet."