Sherlock found us and we managed to escape and shut down the operation. It turned out that they’d been looking for a hairpin. All this madness and death was because of a hairpin! An Empress’s hairpin apparently but still, a hairpin. Sherlock even knew where it was…he’d seen it before. And that was it. Case closed. Over a couple days we’d encountered Chinese assassins, killer opera singers, secret codes, secret messages in the A-Z, smugglers and god knows what else. I’d even met a beautiful lady. It was all very James Bond.
