"Sherlock Holmes."

He is fascinated but oddly calm. 'Thrilled' certainly isn't the word.

"A version who looks like me, but is not me." He flips the case over and scans the back. "They always bloody forget I was a boxer," he mutters to himself as he reads the plot summary. At a more conversational volume, he adds, "I fear your cherished plans for relaxation have gone out the window. We're watching this."