Out at the Sacred Sandwich Stables…
Sherlock Jr.: I just need to clear my head a bit, Humphrey. Hope you don’t mind me hanging out with you. Thought I’d get a little fresh air.. and maybe a fresh perspective on the case.
Humphrey: (Turns to look at him.)
Sherlock Jr.: I must say, it’s beautiful out here. Springtime in Gazingstock and all that. Nice.
Humphrey: (Deep breath, then let’s it out.)
Sherlock Jr.: I suppose you know why I’m in town: searching for your buddy Angus… I’m sure you miss him like everyone else around here.
Humphrey: (low nickering.)
Sherlock Jr.: You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?
Humphrey: (Looks away.)
Sherlock Jr.: Of course, you don’t. You’re a mule… What was I thinking?
Humphrey: (Lays ears back.)
Sherlock Jr.: It’s just that this case has me flummoxed, Humphrey. It seems almost certain Angus traveled to the past, but I haven’t been able to figure out how he got there or how we might get him back.
Humphrey: (Turns to look at him again.)
Sherlock Jr.: And my only real clue is that key to the Metropolitan Tabernacle, but what was it doing in Angus’ safe? Wouldn’t he take it with him if he were traveling back to London in 1888 to use it? I just don’t get it.
Sherlock Jr.: Of course, the strange thing is, that key is waay too small for the lock on the Tabernacle’s front door. Devlin figured that out as soon as I described the key to him. Little key equals little lock on a little door. So if it really is a key to the Tabernacle’s door, then we need to be looking for a little door… or a little Tabernacle.
Sherlock Jr.: (Laughing.) Heh, you wouldn’t happen to know where I can find a little Metropolitan Tabernacle, would you?
Humphrey: (Bobs head.)
Sherlock Jr.: Pffff, what am I saying. You’re a mule. You wouldn’t know any—
Humphrey: (Turns and slowly walks away.)
Sherlock Jr.: Hey, wait a minute. Where you going? Humphrey?… Humphrey!