'Have you got the photograph?' I asked. 'I know where it is. She showed me,' he answered.'But why did she show you?' 'It's easy,' he said, and laughed. 'You saw all those people in the street? I paid them to help us. It wasn't a real fight and the blood wasn't real. When people shout ''Fire!'', a woman runs to the most important thing in her house, her baby, her gold, or ...a photograph, which is in a cupboard in the sitting-room. I saw it. Bit I did not take it. Tomorrow we will go to her house with the King. We'll go very early, before she gets up. The King himself can take the photograph from the cupboard. And then we'll go.' While Holmes was talking, we were walking home to Baker Street. When we arrived at my friend's house, a young man hurried past us, and said:Good night, Mr Sherlock Holmes.' 'I ve heard that voice before,' said Holmes to me. He looked down the street. 'But who was it?'