[Sherlock Holmes] The Rose and the Thorn

Shortly after Morstan left, the living room returned to the state of three people again.

Holmes expresses mixed feelings about Claire's voluntary withdrawal.But this little trouble didn't bother him too much, after all, solving problems was his favorite thing to do.

He went out soon after, and he didn't come back until five o'clock in the afternoon.During this period, Watson showed infinite worries, worrying about Miss Morstan's difficulties or psychological troubles, so he always sighed in the living room, causing Claire to go back to her bedroom Continue writing new stories.

There is no better gift for Mrs. Cherry than a sunny afternoon.The light came into the living room, and she was writing happily. Even though the man not far behind the door was still sighing, she was not worried about the trip.

It's not that he doesn't care about his friend Morstan, but that Claire feels extremely relieved that she can voluntarily withdraw from this adventure.This combination is the best. She believes that hundreds of years later, her ears will be full of praise for Holmes, plus this Watson who is infatuated with Morstan, she feels that there is no safer combination than this.

So this afternoon, which was extremely busy for Holmes and extremely worrying for Watson, was extremely peaceful in her eyes.

It wasn't until 05:30 in the afternoon that she heard the door being opened by White. From the light but firm footsteps, she could tell that Holmes had returned.

The sky had turned dark, and Claire was still leaning against the table to write her new story. When the last full stop was pressed, there seemed to be some movement in the living room.I am afraid that the conversation is over, and they are about to get up and go.

Claire walked to the bedroom door, she opened the door, and when she met Holmes' eyes head-on, both of them were startled slightly.

"Are you ready to go, gentlemen?" She forced herself to smile hastily, and when she said this generously, she found that Holmes had a slack smile on his face. "It seems that you have had a fruitful afternoon. .” Claire added such a sentence.

"You know how to read, Claire," said the detective, putting on his hat. "I think we'll just go out and eat something today."

"Well, I don't think Mary will be able to eat anything tonight." Claire recalled Morstan's worried expression this morning, and she thought she must be troubled by this matter.

"Don't worry, I think I can settle the matter for her tonight." Before Holmes finished speaking, Watson could not wait to go down the stairs first:

"I'll go and see if there's a carriage nearby, Holmes, hurry up!" Apparently now, the worries that had been accumulated for an entire afternoon had turned into the doctor's actions. Then, leaning on the shawl on his arm, he opened the door for him.

Claire and Holmes looked back from his disappearing figure in front of the door.Claire seemed to see some extraordinary meaning in his gray eyes, but she couldn't figure it out, so the woman just tilted her head slightly and looked at the man in front of her, as if she was asking him.

And this seems to be the first time that Claire saw Holmes looking at her with a hesitant attitude of hesitating to speak. His thin cheeks are more clearly defined by the light and shadow:

"Claire, I think you are a good partner." He said something inexplicably, which made Claire even more troubled. She squinted her eyes and looked at Holmes:

"...Sir, I'm not...I mean, I don't seem to understand what you mean." She shrugged, and when she decided to go with Watson tonight, she said this to herself. Could it be that he Wish you could go there together?

"But compared to this, I think your biggest growth is that you have been able to analyze problems rationally." He was praising Claire, but from the woman's point of view, this praise seemed a bit cryptic:

"Uh... You mean, I quit the adventure voluntarily?" Claire asked curiously, "I think... Holmes, from the perspective of Morstan and Watson, this is definitely the best choice." She After deciding, she continued, "It's the same from your point of view." She looked firmly at Holmes in front of her. She was a little flattered by his sudden and sincere praise, but she understood that it was all appropriate.

Holmes nodded. Without another word, he lowered his eyes, turned and went down the stairs.

Claire seems to be able to see the complex expressions on his face, and Claire believes that one of them must be what she cares about.They went from being at odds eight years ago to tacit cooperation recently. Of course, these eight years have given them maturity, but Claire believes that they also have the same subjective willingness to cooperate and integrate with each other.

Sherlock Holmes disappeared at the door shortly afterwards, when the mistress of the room became more or less aware of something.Prayers and blessings gradually spread in her heart. Claire looked at the empty door and White's meaningful eyes in front of the door, but chose not to say a word.

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She could feel that there was something unusual about White lately, and she was sure of the sensitivity of a woman and the rough acting skills of a girl, so she asked around while having dinner.

But White was surprisingly firm to avoid talking about this matter. Claire thought she was a person who couldn't hide things, but she didn't want White to be so firm on this matter that worried her.

Their dinner was not very happy, and White made countless apologies, but neither of them pierced this layer of paper.Claire finally returned to her room after wiping her hands.The cleaning was handed over to White, and the little girl was much more agile than when she was first applied for.

About half an hour later, Claire could still hear the knocking of dishes from the kitchen, but the sharp ringing of the doorbell suddenly overshadowed those crisp sounds.

She subconsciously looked at the clock. It was only seven o'clock, so it couldn't be the detectives.So at this time, who will appear in this room?

Maybe she was naturally sensitive, and Claire felt a kind of uneasiness in her heart.The street outside the window is already foggy, and London in November is like a stage soaked in nightmares, every inch and every ounce makes people feel sincerely chilled.

White opened the door, but Claire didn't hear any conversation. Behind the bedroom door, she was still writing seriously under the kerosene lamp.It's just that the melancholy in my heart expanded little by little, and finally focused on the knock on the door.

"White?" She frowned, Claire was very dissatisfied that she didn't take the initiative to report her identity as the applicant.

There was no answer outside the door, Claire got up, she stood by the desk and asked again:

"White?" There was still no answer outside the door, but a footstep reappeared on the stairs, and Claire recognized that it was White's footsteps:

"Ma'am, it's...it's me." She hesitated. Claire felt something strange, but she tightened her lips, "Yes...it's your old friend, he came to find you."

It's not that she doesn't know that there may be danger in this, but Claire walked to the door and was about to turn the doorknob.She could feel that White's hesitation came from a kind of threat. She knew that most of the threat came from someone close to her. She felt that this teenage girl had no obligation to accompany her to be coerced.

But even though she had made many plans in her heart, the moment she opened the door, the person outside the door still surprised her so much that she could hardly speak:

"Oss..."

The man with the drooping hat coming from the front, his handsome face and his eyes hidden in the black shadows made her feel sincere fear.

She swallowed, and as she forced herself to calm down, she saw White's annoyed expression.But Claire just winked at her, wanting her to leave here quickly.

"You go." Unexpectedly, before White could react, Hudson had already pushed the maid. He was still so gentlemanly that Claire couldn't even see any flaws.

But White's expression made all this seem obvious. She was afraid of this man. Even though the reason was unknown, she was deeply afraid.

Claire turned her eyes back to the man in front of her. This time, she didn't run away from him, because she had nowhere to escape.

"Honey..." Before he could finish his sentence, Claire interrupted him:

"What are you doing here?"

"You are not as gentle as you used to be."

"Why should I be gentle with people I hate?"

"Come back with me, Claire." He smiled, but Claire felt there was no smile in his eyes.

"I've already said my decision."

"I won't divorce unless you make me disappear from this world."

"..." The woman frowned, she stared at him without saying a word.

But he suddenly took a step forward. They were originally standing outside the door, but now, because of him, they had completely entered the door.Claire's heart flustered a little, but he quickly closed the door behind him:

"When I came to this room last time, I made a decision in my heart: I will never come again! But today, I walked in again." Hudson said lightly, but everyone knew what was in his heart. How much anger there is.

"You can choose not to come here next time." Claire leaned against the drawer, she understood how helpless she was now, but she still secretly held the pen on the table in her palm.

"But someone slanders me in your ears every day." Hudson took another step towards her.

"No one, sir."

"Yes, of course, that Sherlock Holmes must be talking about unnecessary things every day, just to separate us completely. He wants to monopolize you!" Hudson stood in front of her, and the angry expression in his smile made him His face looked distorted.

"What the hell are you thinking?!" Claire was startled by his words, and the woman moved her head involuntarily.

"Isn't that so, baby? Claire, I don't want to work because of you now, honey, you belong to me, and you will be mine forever!" He suddenly moved closer to her, and then put his hands on her shoulders.

The flame of the kerosene lamp flickered around her, and Claire felt that her back was slammed into something soft. When she opened her eyes, she found that Hudson's face against the light had appeared above her.He was like a monster running out of this nightmare stage, facing himself with a distorted smile:

"I love you, Claire."

After saying this, he finally ignored the woman's struggle and bit her neck hard.

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