Holmes, who watched with smiling approval as Severus devoured his lunch, takes the notes and reads them. He's more than willing to rely on Severus' intuition. He then writes for quite a while. "Gentlemen, I have had numerous dealings with the police. Imagination is not an encouraged trait. If anything concrete comes to light, I will certainly go to them with the information. In either case. However, I must point out that accidents do happen and, loathe as I am to admit it, so do coincidences." He pauses, rubbing his chin. "I have spread the word among my Irregulars here to be alert for anyone expressing enmity for Stearns or bragging either about setting the fire or causing the tyre blowout. I think that's the only way we'll get anything at all in the way of evidence. Should it turn out to be mundane, the police will be told. If magic," Holmes spares each of them a brief glance, "can you deal with whomever or whatever might be causing this?" He hands the paper over and gets to his feet.
"Coffee, Dumbledore. "Tea, brandy?" Yes it rhymes, but it would have anyway, he thinks savagely at whomever or whatever might be causing this.