Sherlock Holmes: “Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I can’t find Bluebell anywhere. Please, please, please can you help?” John Watson: Bluebell? Sherlock Holmes: A rabbit, John! John Watson: Oh. Sherlock Holmes: Ah but there’s more; before Bluebell disappeared it turned luminous like a fairy according to little Kirsty, then the next morning Bluebell was gone. Hutch still locked, no sign of a forced entry.