"It's a bit...well..." He flushes here, willing his blood into his cheeks to create a passable and realistic blush of shame. "It's a bit morbid," he says, fidgeting with his glasses, yet. "The police weren't able to figure it out and neither was any of the outside consultants they asked to look in on it. I thought I might do a piece on it, perhaps a series, about the procedure when a case starts to go cold," he explains, bringing up a saved page, bearing the text and none of the dressings that show John Watson's blog on the event.

"Don't mind the writing. I'm not exactly Proust."