Oh, but you've not set foot in my flat! [Er, wait.] ...I have heard it called a place of unbridled chaos, though I'm sure I needn't worry. You and I both know that genius resides buried within chaos!

[These are the usual excuses for a messy room, it would seem.

At any rate, Sholmes takes the time to pay the cab driver with a thanks. There's a brief, baffled exchange in which the older gentleman inquires about his status: Wherever and wherever did you get married, Mr Sholmes? I thought I would've read about such an event in the paper!

And Sholmes responds perhaps too honestly: Years ago, and in prison! Ha! And you know I'm not the sort to do anything with pomp, circumstance, or aplomb, my good man!

Since when.

Anyway, this only leaves more confusion in its wake as the driver is given another round of thanks and left to his questions as Sholmes returns to the task at hand; unlocking the door, letting Sprezzatura in first, and then following behind with their suitcases in hand.

The lower floor is nothing special. Very Victorian. Clean and neat. Clearly not where Sholmes resides. He hurries up the steps.]

This way, my love, this way!