Sherlock: "Dear Mr Sherlock Holmes. I can't find Bluebell anywhere. Please, please, please can you help?" John: Bluebell? Sherlock: A rabbit, John! But there's more. Before Bluebell disappeared, it turned luminous. "Like a fairy," according to little Kirsty. Then the next morning, Bluebell was gone. Hutch still locked, no sign of a forced entry. What am I saying, this is brilliant! Phone Lestrade.Tell him there's an escaped rabbit. John: Are you serious? Sherlock: It's this or Cluedo. John: No. We are never playing that again. Sherlock: Why not? John: It's not possible for the victim to have done it, that’s why. Sherlock: It was the only possible solution. John: It's not in the rules. Sherlock: Well, then, the rules are wrong! John: A single ring. Sherlock: Maximum pressure, just under the half second. Sherlock, John: Client!