( Voicemail to Sherlock Holmes ) You have one new message. First message:
Sherlock, I found a message on the painting. I think I'm meant to read it to you.
[A pause.]
My dear, I hope that you're enjoying this. I expect you'll be wanting the next clue in this little game. The clue is-
[A gunshot. A feminine shriek and clatter of the phone hitting the floor.]
[A pause and then a different voice. Moriarty.]
The clue is that there really isn't a clue. Sorry about that, Sherlock, but he was starting to slip. Can't have someone doing a terrible job of keeping you entertained, after all. Now, you've found the bomb of course. The question is, is there another? Or have I simply left your... friend here, to die, while you search for one that doesn't exist.
[A pause.]
You really shouldn't leave me to my own devices, you know. Things like this are liable to happen.