"He's not really out sick," Sam admitted, sounding almost apologetic. "He's been keeping to the back a lot lately. Never wants to come up to the counter. Most of our customers have been looking for him, so that's just what I've been telling them."

"Should we have a look, then?" John asked, his glance edging over in Sherlock's direction.

"By all means," chirped Sam from behind the counter. "I'd much rather let you inspect the place than hand over all the pork. I mean, we haven't been selling much with the recent news, I don't think anyone is... but even a little profit is something."