Sherlock, noticing a minute change in the room, glanced over at the chessboard as he tossed his coat onto John’s chair. One of the white bishops had been moved to e5. The black rook previously occupying the position was placed neatly to the side.
He waited for a further hour, while he checked various emails and requests to take ridiculous cases of marital unfaithfulness, before he moved the remaining rook onto f2.
When Sherlock awoke the next morning, there was a text waiting for him.
Pawn to c6
He huffed at the phone and replied with a succinct
Piss off SH
But he still moved the pawn to its requested position before breakfast.