Scene 22

INT. A JAIL CELL.

Clanking keys as the door is unlocked.

HORNER: Now what? More questions?

BRADSTREET: You’re free to go.

HORNER: What?

BRADSTREET: Come on, come on.

HORNER: But what’s happened?

BRADSTREET: You’ve got this gentleman to thank.

HOLMES: Good evening, Horner.

HORNER: Do I know you sir?

HOLMES: My name would perhaps be familiar to you.

HORNER: Well then..?

HOLMES: It’s of no importance. I suggest you leave before the worthy Inspector changes his mind.

HORNER: Yes, yes, right. ( Leaving) God bless you sir, whoever you are.

HOLMES: ( Grunts a reply)

BRADSTREET: ( Calling off) Constable, take Mr. Horner up and give him his belongings.

CONSTABLE: ( Off) Sir. This way.

And they’re gone. A moment.

BRADSTREET: Mr. Holmes, I swear I still don’t know how you persuaded me to do that.

HOLMES: Really, Bradstreet. You have the stone, you have the Commissioner’s good grace, and you have my assurance that I’m on the

trail of the true thief. What more do you want?

BRADSTREET: Well, a little hard and fast evidence wouldn’t come amiss.

HOLMES: My dear fellow. It’s Christmas.

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