John was beaming. "Donovan said you're a freak."
"Damn!" Sherlock looked very put out. "I was being particularly civil to her."
"Exactly," said John. "Acting out of character. Completely unnerved her." Sherlock glared at him.
"Been quite a morning," John continued. "One witness asked where your hat was, another was a fan of my blog and that new DC assumed we were a couple."
Sherlock scoffed. "Don't look so smug. Before we left, I guessed your new password and Mrs Hudson reminded me she wasn't our housekeeper. When we got here, the officer standing guard said I looked taller in photographs and three deductions in, you automatically called me 'brilliant'."
Lestrade signalled to Sherlock and Sherlock glanced across at him. "Right," he said, "I'll go and talk to the suspect."
John looked at him. "You're not going to cheat, are you?"
Sherlock smiled. "I'll just be my normal self."
As the detective walked away, John knew it was all over. Anxiously, he watched as Sherlock questioned the man, the suspect's irritation unmistakably mounting. When the punch eventually came, John flinched in sympathy but Sherlock had ducked and Lestrade quickly restrained his assailant.
Sherlock turned towards John and triumphantly waved his list in the air.
After the Cluedo debacle he should have known better than to try Sherlock Holmes Bingo.