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He got up and led us to the room where everyone was waiting. He stood in front of Owen Tanner and looked down his nose at him. "Here is your murderer," he turned to Lestrade, "and your mole," he added as if he had just won bonus points. With spluttered excuses Owen Tanner tried to express his innocence but gave up as Lestrade read him his rights.

A few days later me and Sherlock had an unexpected guest. A Lt. Gibbs had come to thank and congratulate Sherlock on his good work. Sherlock was polite and completely un-modest.

"But you only interviewed them once you say? But you were still able to work it all out? Incredible. But from what I heard it was looking like Roberts."

"It couldn't possibly have been him. David Rathebone wouldn't have made the phone call to John if he was sitting next to the man he was afraid of. And the hole in his alibi was far too risky. His wife could have come downstairs at any minute to find her husband missing. No. It was Tanner. He had been in the army for 16 years and still only a soldier. He must have been even a little bit bitter about that. Plus over those 16 years he had time to gain the trust of other officers to gain information which he could then sell on, as well as get to the level needed for such a good shot at Rathebone. He was sitting behind Rathebone when he made the phone call so although Rathebone thought the call was confidential, Tanner heard Roberts questioning him about what he had heard about his life being in danger and became rattled. He followed him to the address of a consulting detective which then confirmed his suspicions and so he shot him." I looked away, it was so horrible. Rathebone was a good man.

"And to think Tanya in love with a married man! I wouldn't have dreamt that of her!"

"Yes well we cant help who we fall in love with," I said.

"Yes I suppose so. Well, thank you again Mr Holmes for what you have done for me and for your country." Sherlock looked at me. I knew what he was thinking and I smiled a laugh at him. The Lt. got up and Mrs Hudson showed him the way out, chatting to him about how she admired the army and what nice uniforms they had.

I sat in my arm chair and picked up the newspaper to see what I had missed that day.

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He got up and led us to the room where everyone was waiting. He stood in front of Owen Tanner and looked down his nose at him. "Here is your murderer," he turned to Lestrade, "and your mole," he added as if he had just won bonus points. With spluttered excuses Owen Tanner tried to express his innocence but gave up as Lestrade read him his rights.

A few days later me and Sherlock had an unexpected guest. A Lt. Gibbs had come to thank and congratulate Sherlock on his good work. Sherlock was polite and completely un-modest.

"But you only interviewed them once you say? But you were still able to work it all out? Incredible. But from what I heard it was looking like Roberts."

"It couldn't possibly have been him. David Rathebone wouldn't have made the phone call to John if he was sitting next to the man he was afraid of. And the hole in his alibi was far too risky. His wife could have come downstairs at any minute to find her husband missing. No. It was Tanner. He had been in the army for 16 years and still only a soldier. He must have been even a little bit bitter about that. Plus over those 16 years he had time to gain the trust of other officers to gain information which he could then sell on, as well as get to the level needed for such a good shot at Rathebone. He was sitting behind Rathebone when he made the phone call so although Rathebone thought the call was confidential, Tanner heard Roberts questioning him about what he had heard about his life being in danger and became rattled. He followed him to the address of a consulting detective which then confirmed his suspicions and so he shot him." I looked away, it was so horrible. Rathebone was a good man.

"And to think Tanya in love with a married man! I wouldn't have dreamt that of her!"

"Yes well we cant help who we fall in love with," I said.

"Yes I suppose so. Well, thank you again Mr Holmes for what you have done for me and for your country." Sherlock looked at me. I knew what he was thinking and I smiled a laugh at him. The Lt. got up and Mrs Hudson showed him the way out, chatting to him about how she admired the army and what nice uniforms they had.

I sat in my arm chair and picked up the newspaper to see what I had missed that day.