#keyandcrown

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Holmes knew something was wrong as soon as he closed the door to what he thought was his taxi carriage.

The familiar "click" of the door shutting into place was shortly followed by another, similar noise, as if a lock was being used. Raising an eyebrow, it wasn't until the driver started the carriage and led the horse in a completely different direction than the one he had requested that he realised he had made a mistake. His eyes quickly scanned the interior for any sign of exactly who the vehicle belonged to, but before he had a chance to finish the carriage suddenly stopped, only a few moments or so after setting off.

Peeking out of the window, Holmes saw that he had arrived at an apartment on a road only a few minutes' walk away from Baker Street, one that had been empty for some time yet had recently been bought by an undisclosed buyer for an undisclosed amount. The door to the carriage was unlocked and opened, and as Holmes stepped out the front door to the apartment was slowly opened as well.

This was all a tad too dramatic for his liking.

Walking inside, Holmes paused at the first door he came across on the bottom floor and opened it. Noticing the man standing with his back turned to him, he grunted his disapproval, recognising him immediately.

"For goodness sake, James," He growled as he took of his hat and hurled it to the floor, "What is the meaning of this? Why are you still in London?"