[ For a moment, Sholmes is afraid Susato can read his thoughts. She had an uncanny knack for doing that with Ryunosuke, didn't she? ... Then again, Mr. Naruhodo also had a terrible habit of muttering—when his thoughts weren't plainly advertised by his overly-expressive face. ]

All crimes and the investigation thereof shall wait until after the festival. [ This is declared with a decisively-raised finger before he's distracted by movement from the stage. One of the musicians is trying to flag him down. ] Ah! My new friends are missing their first-violin! I must bid you adieu, my dear.

[ Sholmes turns, but as if to further smooth over his repeated missteps, he calls over his shoulder: ] Do give Mr. Asogi my regards when you see him. I hope he is in fine enough fettle to enjoy this lovely event!

[ Is that another wink? Maybe. ]