Sherlock furrowed her brow and looked at Watson. She then grinned down at her new companion and chuckled. "Oh what is it like in that brain of yours?" She asked more to herself than to Watson. She took the paper back and put it back into her pocket. "Hopefully James will call me soon with the results. I'm afraid that our killer is on the move once again." She looked at her watch and the looked back up to Watson. "The killer wanted Scotland Yard and anybody else gullible enough to believe that there was a killer on the roof. Which is actually not the case. The case is that the man knew that he was going to be found, being that there was no sign of a struggle in his room, the priest grabbed his rosary, accepting his fate in the end." Sherlock smiled and then sighed, returning back to her usual expressionless face and turned on her heels.