[Sherlock has already forgotten the foreign men, the matchboxes, the whole case. His attention has been drawn by something else as soon as they stepped outside, a tiny smear of blood drawn in the shape of a minute arrow.
He only gets to see it for a moment, however, before John's great lumbering feet are trampling all over it on the way to hailing a cab. Irritating! He steps forwards and simply reaches down to try and grab John's left leg to pull it up so that he can inspect the sole of his shoe.]
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He only gets to see it for a moment, however, before John's great lumbering feet are trampling all over it on the way to hailing a cab. Irritating! He steps forwards and simply reaches down to try and grab John's left leg to pull it up so that he can inspect the sole of his shoe.]