"Good heavens!" Holmes exclaims. He's so startled by the growl and Spike's transformation that he very nearly let's go. He recovers almost instantly and doggedly tightens his grip. He yanks his mobile out of his pocket and mashes the buttons. "Reg?" he barks, steering Spike out of the pub. "St John. I need the limo at the pub and I need it now! I don't care if you're picking up the Queen, she'll have to wait! And listen very carefully. I need only the driver and the partition must be up! And under no, repeat no circumstances is he to get out of the car. He's to pull up right in front and we'll be waiting. Tell him as soon as he hears the door shut he's to go immediately to Hatfield Farms as fast as it is possible for the car to go. I'll fix it if anything happens. NOW Reg! As quickly as you can!" He shuts his phone and guides Spike out to the sidewalk. He only hopes there aren't many people about and Spike can control himself long enough. "I've made arrangements Spike," he says, trying to sound soothing. "It won't be long. Just hold on." He waits grimly for the car, holding onto Spikes arm.