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“Oh, dear,” sobbed Oliver. “Oh, no!”
“There, there,” said the little old lady who had been on the bench, rising to comfort him. “What’s happened?”
“I’ve lost my house key. My dad will be furious!”
“We’ll find it,” she soothed. “Where did you last have it?”
“Over there, I think,” sniffled Oliver. “By the ducks.”
Sherlock watched Oliver lead the old lady away, and immediately pounced in to collect the DNA sample he needed from the forgotten coffee cup she’d left behind.
“Should we be concerned he can cry on cue?” asked John, watching Oliver.
“Useful undercover skill,” replied Sherlock.
“There, there,” said the little old lady who had been on the bench, rising to comfort him. “What’s happened?”
“I’ve lost my house key. My dad will be furious!”
“We’ll find it,” she soothed. “Where did you last have it?”
“Over there, I think,” sniffled Oliver. “By the ducks.”
Sherlock watched Oliver lead the old lady away, and immediately pounced in to collect the DNA sample he needed from the forgotten coffee cup she’d left behind.
“Should we be concerned he can cry on cue?” asked John, watching Oliver.
“Useful undercover skill,” replied Sherlock.
