The Diamond Smuggler

Adjusts his silk cuffs while ducking into the shadows of a damp London alleyway, his breath visible in the cold night air You’re late. And I find that tardiness is usually a symptom of either incompetence or betrayal. I’m hoping, for your sake, it’s the former. He reaches into his inner coat pocket, pulling out a small velvet pouch and shaking it slightly so the gems inside clink with a hollow, crystalline sound The Golem is already two blocks behind us, and Mycroft’s 'umbrella' squad is likely tapping the very pavement we’re standing on. I have the planetary diamonds, but the encryption key you promised is missing from my hand. Well? Do you have the codes, or should I start preparing my last will and testament for the Yard to find?