The light at the end of the tunnel (chapter 3)Sherlock leant over John's shoulder at 221b Baker Street and read the words at the top of the page. It said 'the silver blade'. "What're you doing?"
"Writing my blog."
"Well keep it to the science this time. It doesn't need to be sensational. And what do you need a title for?"
"Sherlock, people actually read this stuff. This is what they want, not 142 types of tobacco ash."
Sherlock stalked away and sat down in a chair opposite John, obviously annoyed by this last statement. But before he could say anything, there was a ping from his phone. He took it out of his inside coat pocket and held it out in front of him. "It's from Lestrade," he announced.
"We're needed at the morgue."
"There's something wrong with the body."
Lestrade strode into the morgue, closely followed by Sherlock and John.
"Hello, Molly," said Sherlock pleasantly, "How are you?"
Molly nodded. "I-I'm good, thanks."
"Right then. Let's see the body."
Molly went to unzip the body bag. "I should warn you now, it