 He must have been inside when we arrived. Our luck's in. There's a light there, flickering. Do you see? Yes, we've got him. And in respectable Chiswick, too, Lestrade. He's climbing out. Oh, thank heaven for the moonlight. Look, he's carrying something white under his arm. Ah, the fifth Napoleon. No, wait, Lestrade. Wait, wait, man. Let's see what he does. He's coming closer, do you see? He stopped there, by the street lamp. Holmes, I do believe he's going to... He's going to...