Sherlock's eyes lit up. We have to get you into his good graces, enough that he would let you serve him whiskey, John. I'm just not sure how, since you are stuck in Sydney for another 2 and a half months."

He paced around the room like a tiger in a cage. "We need time both for Demeter to grow the flower, and for you to get into his graces. I have no idea how long either will take, though."