XVII Boys They were good boys, Mrs Hudson thought. They had their quirks ? Sherlock in particular ? and there were a few things that startled her, but she eventually got used to it. She had to, when she had someone like Sherlock renting her flat. The only thing that annoyed her pure and simple was the assumption that she would make them tea whenever they wanted it. And she couldn?t keep cleaning up after them. She was their landlady and they needed to do their own chores! How many times had she said, ?I?m not your housekeeper?? She had lost track. Those boys? Mountain ?What have you done now?? ?I?m? not entirely sure.? Sherlock?s voice was muffled. He was lying in the middle of the room, covered in a mountain of books ? there had to be hundreds of them. How he had gotten into such a situation, John would probably know within three guesses. His best one was that Sherlock had been going through some poor dead man?s books and there had been so many of them that he had accidentally knocked the pile over on top of himself. Sherlock shook his head when John told him this. ?No? the books are mine.? ?Pardon?? Town London. Beneath the layers of tourist attractions, businesses, and institutions, there was a simmering pot of grime-coated criminal activity. Sometimes this criminal activity bubbled a little too much and started overflowing into the nicer parts of town. ?Isn?t it lovely?? Sherlock said gleefully. He loved it when the town got nasty. ?It?s so much more interesting that way. It?s never dull!? John was not so sure. He could list a dozen times Sherlock had become bored with London?s criminals because their crimes weren?t interesting enough. But no, London was never really dull. Especially when you shared a flat with Sherlock. Controversy ?I?m sorry, we can?t let you in.? ?But I?m your consulting detective!? ?There?s no such thing?? ?Yes, there is! You need me!? ?I?m sorry, freak,? Donovan said. ?I can?t let you in.? Sherlock glared at her. ?You?re just saying that to spite me,? he said. ?No, I?m not,? she said sharply. ?I wish I was, but I?m under orders not to let you in.? ?Lestrade?? ?Lestrade can?t help. There?s a controversy. They know you?ve been working with us. They?re re-evaluating how things work.? ?They can?t do that!? ?Oh, yes they can.? Donovan?s eyes hardened. ?Believe me, I?m glad.? Profanity Sherlock swore. Sometimes, he got very creative. It was a reflection of how bored he was. The more bored his mind, the more creative the swear ? usually directed at how bored he was. At least it was a better alternative to shooting holes in the wall. John just hoped Mrs Hudson would never hear him; she might be accidentally startled into a heart attack. ?Do you really have to do that?? John said one day. Sherlock glanced at him and swore loudly ? again. He was flipping through a case file he had labelled ?dull?. ?I take that as a yes.?