Holmes tells Gregson that Dr. Mantlo didn't kill his wife. His feet are too small to make the boot print and his hands are too small to make the bruises on Amy's neck. Watson reluctantly confirms this. The New York Police Departmnet should consider getting themselves a medical examiner in case every murder doesn't involve a consulting detective whose minder happens to have a medical background. Holmes goes into the interrogation chamber and demands to know the tall men in Dr. Mantlo's life.
Elsewhere, Holmes talks to a man (who is not all that tall) who denies having made a pass at Amy. He says he has pictures of her from before her plastic surgery. Holmes and Watson silently note his shoe size from a convenient shoebox. And what about the stalking charge against this guy? He says that a neighbor overreacted. Watson asks where he was last night, which gets a sideways look from Holmes. He was at home. Nice alibi! And we're firmly in the "Law & Order" format of having a number of random scenes of the heroes interrogating passersby.
Back in the brownstone, Watson notes that honey is dripping from the ceiling and joins Holmes on the roof. He's got bees. Mystery solved! He claims he's writing a book called "Practical Handbook of Bee Culture With Some Observations upon the Segregation of the Queen." But only in his head. And he's up to chapter 19. Anyway, you will be pleased to know that this is a reference to the Arthur Conan Doyle story, "His Last Bow," in which Sherlock Holmes writes a book with that name. I mean, some other things happen too. It's not just a description of a man writing a book about bees.
Holmes rejects the last guy as a suspect: "His body language said sub, not dom. I don't see him having the berries to take another life." Then he moves on to analyzing Watson, accusing her of hating her job. Well, she's only had it for one day. His theory is that she has two alarm clocks, and that no one who does that loves their job. She could just have trouble waking up, couldn't she? Anyway, he knows Watson is on the job for six weeks and assures her that he won't be using drugs. So he recommends a six-week holiday.
Watson wakes up. Her clocks are unplugged and de-batteried. She has a voicemail from "S. Holmes, Police Station" which makes no sense. The call came in at 9:50.
She meets him at 10:37 at the station and says she'll need his saliva. Woo woo! Except she gets it by sticking a swab in his mouth instead of something more... slobbery. He tells her that he, who loves what he does, got up early. He thinks their killer has killed before, partly because of the souvenir. That's a serial killer trait. Also, there's another woman who got attacked the same way and looked a lot like Amy Dampier. But there's a difference: she survived.