"Well, I do appear to be running out of time, don't I?" Watson cast a glance over Holmes's sudden nakedness, finding he rather appreciated how out of place it was just then and there, and that there was something familiarly intimate about the sight.

He hadn't any idea of what Holmes might be thinking, what might be passing through his mind, why they might be standing here in the nude in so unwise a place. He wanted to guess, so very badly, but was at a loss.

"I'm sorry," Watson confessed at last. "I cannot guess, I have no idea. I concede defeat; you have outwitted me. What is it that you plan?"