Mind you make yourselves easy to follow. If you fetch up at the Resplendent in Milan within a fortnight, I will be in touch with you there. Our dopplegangers, as the Germans call them, filed out of the bedroom. I heard the pseudo-Holmes call out to Mrs. Hudson for a cab, and their footsteps descended to the street. You, I think, we will disguise as a police constable, and attach you to Lestrade.
Nothing makes a man more anonymous than a uniform.
As for myself, I have something a bit more daring in mind. He sat at his dressing table and began plying his makeup. Once dressed, I awaited the result in silence. Finally, the man at the table turned to me, and I looked into the sneering countenance of James Windibank. I'm off to join my boss and my gang, Watson.