Sherlock: Bet’s off, John. Sorry.
John: What?
Fletcher: Bet?
Sherlock: My plan needs darkness. Reckon, we’ve got another half an hour of light.
Fletcher: Wait, wait. What bet?
Sherlock: Oh, I bet John here fifty quid that you couldn’t prove you’d seen the hound.
John: Yeah, the guys in the pub said you could.
