Pardon me, but you gave him an extra ear. [ He points at the questionable chocolate rendition of Toby. ] And it's the 19th Century, my dear! A willing pup has every right to find spiritual enlightenment.

Now, as to the matter at hand! [ He snaps his fingers. ] If my brain were made entirely of chocolate, I should think I would head this way.

[ Sholmes turns on his heel and immediately begins striding off in ... well, a totally random direction. That seems about right, regardless of what his brain is made of. ] Do try to keep up, Inspector!