The boy stops stuttering.

- Why Constantinopla? Because my father said so!
- How is that? Did you say your father told you to ask for Constantinopla?
- My father and myself know your secrets, dare Mr. Stewart. I know about the Baker Street. I know about Deborah. And I know this girl, "Millie", does not exist.

Millie looks at the boy.

- I-I don´t exist?
- Yes. I am sorry.

Millicent starts to cry.

- Look what you done, silly boy!
- I have done nothing. We do not exist as well.