Breakfast the morning after was a straightforward affair: coffee, tea and scrambled eggs. And a bustling Mrs Hudson that kept upsetting his most elementary plan of sliding his foot up Watson's pajama-clad leg. Really now, was it too much to ask to be left alone for five minutes? For Holmes knew that in those meager 300 seconds he could reduce his intimate friend to a puddle of moustachioed Watson-arousal. If only Nanny could leave them alone! He was almost – almost ready to shout at her to go and stay away. One look at Watson confirmed his suspicion that his friend was in the same state of mind. "I say, Holmes, why don't you come up and have a look at this most interesting monograph I found on-" "Splendid idea Watson! We shall go up at once!" Shooting one last irritated glance at their landlady, Holmes led the good doctor up the stairs.