And he also knows why he’s doing it. “You must go back, Sherlock,” said Irene not long after young Lestrade left the shop that morning. She had walked over and seated herself close to him. Until then, the two girls and the boy had been silent. “You need to fetch the hat. If you can, I am sure we could find a way to get the Lestrades to try it on His Highness’s head. My father might help.” “It might not matter who helps. If Hemsworth is brought before the magistrates, our esteemed inspector might convince them that modeling the hat isn’t necessary, despite any pleas that we or even the solicitors for the defense might make. The police will point out that it was found in the accused’s workshop, that his initials are on it, and do so in the midst of presenting all that motivation. Any protestations would be waved off.” “Then we have to get the hat onto his head before he is in court. Perhaps I could arrange a visit, sneak it in, and slip it to Hemsworth in his cell. Then we could force the Lestrades to take a look.
