"I worry about him, too—for my own sake as much as his—but I'm no snitch, money or no money. Besides, I don't even know who you are." Greg shivered as it began to drizzle.
"Very well." The man glared as at the rain as if it were personally insulting, but when he looked back at the increasingly wet detective inspector from under his large umbrella, his face was superciliously smug.
Greg saw the familiar expressions, and suddenly it all made sense… and he had to stifle a groan.
He didn't think the world was prepared for two Holmeses.