“I say, Holmes, this aeroplane is rather stuffy.”
“Well, Watson, at least we are flying first class. This is how kings live, you know. Try to relax and enjoy yourself.”
“Doesn't the whole matter worry you at all, Holmes? The whole town... held hostage by these... terrorists? What do they expect us to do?”
“They expect us to think, Watson. We must do what they cannot. And that is think.”
“But surely the local police must know something?”
“I assure you, my good Watson, that if the police in Poggopolis were to be trusted we would not be needed for this assignment.”
“Oh, I do hope these things work out all right.”
“Look at me, Watson.”
“Of course things will be all right. Don't be silly. And really, try not to worry. After all, I am the great Sherlock Holmes. But, really, what would I be without the good Dr. Watson by my side?”
“Well, if you put it like that, er, I suppose that things should turn out... for the best.”
“Glad to hear it, my good fellow. Now please, enjoy your champagne. We should be landing shortly.”
“Very well...
...
Erm... Holmes? Why do you suppose that building is on fire down there?”
