"Mr Holmes," Elizabeth greeted with a nod as she sat down between him and Sam. Despite the little proviso he opened with, she had expected a much more abrasive re-introduction - this polite Sherlock took her quite by surprise. "Believe me, that is not what I had intended either. I was glad to see you resolved that case," Elizabeth smiled, relaxing a little into the evening. She glanced up at the waiter who had appeared next to her, "Glass of the house red, please." She turned her attention back to her dining companions and gave a smile. "I take it that your investigations proved your hypothesis wrong and I was not an accomplice?"