“And may I deduce that you who rarely strays from the path that runs from your home to the Diogenes Club, and never on a Monday when they serve your favourite potted shrimps, must be here for some far more important reason than my stag party.”
“You know, he’s nothing like as slow witted as you’ve been leading me to believe, Sherly.”
Teehee, Mycroft called him ‘Sherly’.
For my Mycroft, who I am sure is running amuck someplace. That’s for the..um…compliment.