"Of course," Holmes nods. "Please, won't you come in? I was just following a very interesting story," he rattles the paper. He turns and leads them into the sitting room which is strewn about with various papers, newspapers and notebooks. An overflowing ashtray rests on a small table near Holmes' chair. A half-filled cup and coffee pot sit beside it. "Allow me to open a window," he says, suiting actions to words. "May I get you anything? Coffee, tea?" He waves the two of them to seats.