"The Widow" Bertha

The gun was the one Mycroft had given Bertha.

It's just that Bertha is also very busy, and she hasn't had time to ask Thomas Thames how to practice shooting, but it doesn't matter at an absolutely close range.Before the crossing, Bertha had shot a few shots at the legal shooting range, and knew the correct operation of holding, loading and firing the gun, and that was enough.

The muzzle of the black hole is only three inches away from Colonel Dent's forehead, but any creature that can pull the trigger can kill the opponent immediately.

The scene once entered a stalemate.

"Why make the atmosphere so stiff, Colonel," Bertha said with a smile, "Even if you kill me and Mike, you still want to get away with it under the watchful eyes of everyone? A one-for-one deal isn't worth it."

"It's still worth it."

Mycroft didn't mind Bertha's sudden rescue of the hero, he even put on a somewhat flattered gesture, holding a cane in one hand, and took out a clean envelope from his pocket with the other hand, taking out the letter without any haste. Shaking slowly: "At least the other accomplice was left safe and sound."

Colonel Dent's pupils shrank.

But Holmes turned around politely, and handed the letter in his hand to Miss Jane Eyre who came over without hesitation due to the sudden change of the situation: "I think, as Miss Marple's assistant, since she can't move her hands now, It is better for you to publish this letter, Miss Eyre."

Jane was a little surprised, but still accepted the letter.

She opened the letter, and was slightly taken aback when she saw the content: "This..."

Mr. Lancaster on the side asked nervously and eagerly: "What was written in the letter, Miss Eyre?"

"Sir Ward has been exposed, please take action," Jane read out the contents of the letter, "There is only this sentence. Sir, where did you get this letter, and who is the sender?"

"That's worth talking about."

Mycroft took Joe deliberately: "The letter was taken out of Colonel Dent's mailbox, and the sender—"

He seemed surprised, and paused as if sarcasm. When everyone held their breaths, Holmes continued: "It's the tutor of Sir James Ward, the cabinet minister. It just so happens that Bertha just heard about it last night After listening to Mrs. Ward's words, she felt soft-hearted for a moment, and asked her to send a letter home, which happened to be addressed to the governess lady."

An explanation caused an uproar in the audience.

All eyes were on Sir Ward. There was surprise, but more confusion.No one could understand why Colonel Dent should suddenly attack Mr. Holmes, still less what it had to do with Sir Ward.It sounds like the two of them are accomplices. Could it be that they conspired to kill Dr. Long?What does this mean to them!

Only Bertha showed a clear expression after hearing the words.

That is to say, the climax of this drama is really as simple as Mycroft expected.

The cabinet minister, Sir Ward, was anxious left and right. It was nothing more than the eagerness to release the news because Dr. Lange was worried that he would also be killed.Bertha gave him the chance, and he wrote to the governess—and the lady governess, I am afraid, was Sir Ward's contact.

Contact, who to contact?Whoever's mailbox she dropped the letter into was naturally the one she contacted.

From this point of view, Colonel Dent's rank in the Truth Society organization is even higher than that of Jazz.It's just that the tutor at Ward's house never imagined that a party not only trapped the cabinet ministers in the manor, but also killed Colonel Dent himself.

Unexpectedly, such a "letter from home" actually found clues about Sir Ward's connection with the Truth Society.

"No wonder little Anna always loses her temper with her governess," said Bertha sarcastically. "It doesn't seem to be the daughter's fault, sir."

"you you……"

Sir Ward was already in a cold sweat at this moment. He never expected that the chance his wife had won for him to contact the outside world turned out to be a "trap" set by Miss Marple and Holmes.

"You," he said in shock, "even so, what evidence do you have to prove that I did something bad?!"

When the pale refutation fell to the ground, Mycroft suddenly laughed.

Holmes reacted as if he had heard some joke. Under the premise that he was extremely tense and the girl beside him was even holding a gun, the man's gentle and polite smile seemed extremely intimidating: "My dear James, it seems that you are not ready yet. Understand, 'evidence' was never what I needed."

Bertha: "..."

What kind of dangerous statement is this from the spy chief!

She sort of understood where MI[-]'s behavioral style would come from in the future intelligence warfare during the Cold War.It turned out to be a tradition inherited from the ancestors.

Having said that, Colonel Dent also reacted.

His expression suddenly became very complicated. The colonel's eyes turned between Bertha and Mycroft, and then he sneered: "You guys killed Dr. Lang! You said it too, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Everyone saw the scene where Dr. Lang En was killed, do you think that a person was sacrificed because of this, and everyone here can't see it?"

Bertha and Mycroft both smiled at this.

Just seeing the smiles on the faces of the two men, Colonel Dent secretly thought it was bad.Holmes turned his head and looked at Bertha beside him: "I want to give everyone an explanation, come and me?"

"Let me do it."

Bertha stepped back and put down her gun.

The play is coming to an end, and Bertha is not afraid of Colonel Dent's attack again—when his first sneak attack failed, there were several male servants in the huge hall staring at him, but it was not known whether there were any of them. Several of them were the eyeliners that Mycroft had placed in the manor.

She handed the pistol to Mycroft, and did not forget to lower her voice to the man and said, "Let me borrow yours for now. There is no reason to return what you gave me."

Mycroft took it all: "If you like guns, you can have anything you want."

Bertha curled her lips and turned to look at the crowd.

Even counting from the time travel to the nineteenth century, this is not the first time she has confronted everyone and given the answer.Bertha, wearing the identity of Miss Marple, just raised her hands to the panicked or suspicious guests: "Please rest assured that this 'murder' is indeed planned by Mike and I, but Lang The doctor is not dead."

"what?"

"Then, that scene—a lot of blood is fake?"

"Dr. Lang En is not dead, what the hell are you doing?!"

"I will answer everyone's questions one by one."

Bertha Lang said: "First of all, the blood at the scene is pig's blood. As for how Dr. Lang En left and where he went, let me keep it a secret. He is now under the care of another detective. In a few days, when the truth comes out, news of Dr. Long's arrest will appear in all the public papers."

Because of her past madness, Bertha's voice was much hoarse than ordinary people, but this became an advantage. When she slowed down her voice, the lower female voice had a somewhat unusual convincing power.

So her reassurance calmed down the panicked crowd somewhat.

"Secondly, we used Dr. Long's suspended animation to confirm whether the cabinet minister, Sir James Ward, was related to an organization suspected of treason. Now we have obtained evidence," Bertha said, looking coldly Facing Sir Ward, who was ashamed, "So the goal has been achieved, everyone can pack up and go home on their own."

"Oh, and also."

Mycroft intervened naturally at this time: "I would like to thank Mr. Lancaster for lending my manor. The Queen's commendation is indispensable."

Mr. Lancaster: "..."

Bertha: "..."

This sentence not only changed Mr. George Lancaster's face, but even Bertha turned her head and gave Mycroft a look.

The co-author is still here!

I don’t know if I didn’t come. Bertha didn’t realize until she arrived at the manor that Mr. George Lancaster and Mike were actually not that close. Mr. Lancaster didn’t know it at all.

He kept a distance from Holmes, because he didn't want to get involved with him. This was good. A word from Mycroft today would spread rumors that "the Lord Seal and Holmes are accomplices" would spread throughout the social circles of politicians tomorrow.

Does it matter whether he is Mycroft's accomplice or not?

No wonder Mycroft was so enthusiastic about his setup. Bertha finally understood that he not only caught the cabinet minister's pigtails, but also dragged the Lord Keeper into the thief's boat, killing two birds with one stone. What Bertha did, what Mycroft did was go away for a holiday.

Meeting Bertha's condemning eyes, Mycroft still smiled politely: "Thank you, dear."

Bertha felt suddenly tempted to push the man back into the room and settle the matter privately.

"James, you and I have been friends for many years," Holmes readily accepted Bertha's glaring gaze, and said leisurely, "I don't want to make trouble like this, how about giving you some dignity and leaving me alone?"

"you--"

Sir Ward looked at Colonel Dent for help, but the colonel was already firmly controlled by the footman who stepped forward, and there was nothing he could do to help him.

The former cabinet minister, who had a great reputation in the past, can only listen to Mycroft's words now, ignoring his wife's bewildered gaze, and subconsciously raised his legs to catch up with him.

Did he stop here?

When walking towards Mycroft, James Ward was still a little unresponsive—he claimed to have no flaws, how could someone discover the clues, and Dr. Lang even blamed himself.

No, it can't be.

Sir Ward raised his head numbly, looked around, and finally settled on the pale and thin Miss Jane Eyre and the letter in her hand.

Yes, the biggest problem is the letter.

Even though he knew that he couldn't escape Holmes' control, the desire to survive still made Sir James Ward move.

——The biggest problem is the letter.

His forward pace stopped suddenly, and he rushed straight towards Miss Jane Eyre.

Bertha's face changed: "Jane, run!!"

But even though she assisted Bertha in handling two cases, Miss Jane Eyre had never faced an attack from someone with malicious intentions, and she just froze in place——

It was Rochester who reacted first, the strong man pulled the petite girl over, and directly wrapped her in his arms.

Sir Ward jumped at nothing but was determined. He turned around and tried to snatch the letter.But at this moment, everyone had already moved into action. Mycroft, who was closest to Sir Ward, turned his head sideways. The tall man quickly turned the undecorated cane in his hand. wave!

The silver handle hit Sir Ward directly in the face.

This blow was not light, Mycroft did not save any face for his "old friend", the attacker was directly knocked down to the ground, and then several servants rushed forward, pinning down Sir Ward tightly.

Holmes seemed very displeased about this, he picked up his cane and said, "It's too disgraceful."—I don't know if he was talking about Sir Ward or himself.

Bertha saw it with astonishment.

"I think we can go now, dear," said Mycroft. "Did that episode scare you?"

"of course not."

But Bertha couldn't stop looking at Mycroft's cane: "If I remember correctly, Mike, you said it yourself, this is just an ordinary cane."

"I'm not lying," Mycroft frowned slightly, "it's just the handle of the rod filled with lead."

After speaking, he took out the veil and wiped off the blood left on the stick handle.

***

At the same time, in the city of London.

Dr. Long has not been back for three days.

Without the backbone, the laboratory is basically in a state of shutdown, and there is no way to contact people. All the researchers feel a little anxious-under the premise that the work they are doing is not very legal, the doctor who took the lead in the experiment disappeared. Everyone will think in a bad direction.

This is Dr. Lang En's lover, and his assistant doesn't know what to do.

Today the laboratory is open and there is nothing else to do. It can only order a few researchers to maintain the most basic daily work.In the afternoon, there was a sudden noise from the street outside the laboratory. The sound of insults, screams, and spectators' discussions was mixed together. It was as chaotic as a fish market in the early morning.

"What's going on?" the assistant asked.

"Uh……"

A curious researcher ran out to take a look: "It seems that a coachman almost hit a child, and the father and the coachman quarreled, it's just a trivial matter."

After hearing the explanation, the assistant didn't take it seriously.

But unexpectedly, the quarrel on the street soon escalated into a fight, and the situation became more and more serious.

Two big men fight on the street, and there are always people with good intentions to stop them. The result is that passerby A hits passerby B, and passerby B pushes passerby C in desperation. In a short period of time, the conflict between the two unexpectedly escalated It became a chaotic street melee, and whoever started it threw stones and bricks at each other.

The researchers in the laboratory were working well, and suddenly they heard a "crash" and the glass was smashed.The shining alcohol bottle collided with the window, and the splashed alcohol fell directly into the ongoing experiment, causing a three-foot-high flame to "boom"!

"Oops! Put out the fire!"

"What's going on outside the door?!"

"Fire! Fire!"

Under the action of chemical reagents, the laboratory was completely on fire in an instant, and the people outside the window immediately stopped fighting, shouting "firefighting" while going to help.

Ever since Dr. Lang En bought the land, the laboratory has been closed, and no one knows what is going on in it.This is great, an unexpected fire forced the assistant to open the door, and he still didn’t forget to tell: “Chemical reagents can’t put out the fire with water, you need sand! Quickly move the sand!”

……

When the people from Scotland Yard rushed over due to street disturbances, the fighters had long since disappeared, but they took over the fire caused by the accident.

Inspector Lestrade saw the burnt black and sloppy laboratory in front of him, and only felt a headache.

No one knows how the wine bottle was thrown in, and it happened to hit the chemical reagent, which caused a fire.As for the two people fighting on the street?I don't know where I went, and where to start to pursue the responsibility.

"Boss, what can we do with this?" the little policeman brought by Lestrade couldn't help muttering, "It's hard to investigate."

"How to do?"

Lestrade sighed: "I hope Dr. Lang bought enough insurance."

It's all burnt like this, what else can I check?

Just when Inspector Lestrade thought he could walk around and leave as usual, a police officer in charge of investigating the scene walked over with a serious face: "Boss, look at this."

"what?"

"You look first."

Lestrade took the diary-like thing in his hand, and flipped through it casually at first, but the more he looked at him, the more ugly his face became. When he read it to the end, the inspector only felt that he had made a whole mistake. Cold sweat on the back.

"What, what should I do?" the police officer asked.

"Call someone over here," Inspector Lestrade took a deep breath, "seal the scene as soon as possible! Also, ask Scotland Yard to send another inspector to Sir James Ward's mansion. No one should be released alive. !"

After listening to the order, the police officer immediately turned around and ran out of the laboratory

On the street, the noisy and chaotic scene just now has disappeared, and the usual quiet and orderly scene has returned.Sherlock Holmes wore a plain overcoat and a light brown wig pulled down by the brim of his hat.If someone could see his face clearly, he would find that this was the "father" who had just quarreled with the coachman, only changed his clothes.

Hearing the police whistling and calling for people to surround the laboratory, he pressed the brim of his hat, turned around and strode away, following a child and a hooligan waiting on the street—it was Sai Ke who had pretended to be the coachman and his "son" before. Si and little Jack.

As soon as Sykes saw Holmes, he said cursingly: "Fuck it, I will never do this thing again. What if I really knocked 'I can't catch'? I don't have ten heads enough to pay Mrs. Thames." ! And you have to throw the bottle and stuff the evidence in it, why don't you do the fucking job yourself?"

Hearing his complaints, "I can't catch it." Jack looked up: "Sikes, I found that you always work hard while cursing."

Sykes: "Get out!"