[Would you like to explain where you went?] says Sherlock to Bella.

[Bath Lady is up to something I don't like. Trying to figure out what it is.]

[And what are your observations so far?]

[I'll have a look, then.]

[I'll spy on the present, I guess.]

[A convenient allocation of tasks.]

Meanwhile, Glorificus is grumpy and her minion is terrified.

[How would you rather I talk to you? Should I make an appointment?] Bella inquires of Glorificus.

"Miniooooon," Glory complains, "the spying person is still telepathing at me."

[You can telepath right back, you know.]

[Well, that doesn't matter, I can hear you either way. So what are you?]

[I'm a telepath, obviously.]

"And what are you bothering me for?"

[I want to know what you did to that man.]

"Well, I'm not going to tell you," says Glorificus, sitting back down and picking up her magazine.

[Why not?]

"Because you're annoying," she sniffs.

"Well, you did," she grumbles. "You should be very sorry."

[The bath lady's name is Glorificus, Glory for short; her alter ego is Ben, a perfectly ordinary human except for occasionally turning into her. She seems to derive power or sustenance from sucking... something... out of people's brains. Her past victims can be cured at a pentagon per, but I only did the most recent one. The rest are either dead or in mental hospitals.]

[Ballpark of two or three hundred so far. Ben knows a thing or two, and you might have more luck getting it out of him than out of her.]