[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"Are you really sure you want to buy her manuscript?"

The visitor spoke elegantly. If he was a layman like Paul, he might be mistaken for a nobleman.

But Ciri knew what he was--George Wickham.

In the final analysis, it is still rooted in the current inheritance system, which also facilitates people to know their genealogy well.Of course, only when a man cannot be found in the family tree can women have the right to inherit.As for the Healey family, it was a pity that Wickham, who was originally at odds with each other, could legitimately inherit her father's inheritance.

When they went to Mr. Darcy's house, his father, old Wickham, was working as a butler at Darcy's estate.

Old Wickham was also an honest and honest man, but after his death, George's bad habits, which he did not know where he picked up, were all exposed.

He spends a lot of money, has an extravagant style, and is lucky to gamble.Not to mention that he inherited a large amount of inheritance, she didn't even dare to think how much of that money had been lost by him!

And he came to London this time to block her, probably because he didn't bring enough money, and he must have felt that she still had the wealth left by his father in her hands, and he thought it belonged to him.

This time, I came here to do something specifically, because I must not want her manuscript to be sold, and maybe I can find out about the dowry left by her father.

But her father left suddenly, and she wasn't old enough to socialize at that time, so how could she prepare any private treasury for her.

However, blocking her way of making money?impossible!She also wants to strike first!

She pretended to be very calm on the surface, frowning slightly, and said with a little regret and helplessness in her words: "Oh, Mr. Wickham, I have said many times that I cannot sell this manuscript to you. If you cooperate with Mr. Paul, even if you double the price, I will not agree, besides, you can’t break into other people’s publishing houses just because of this, right?”

"Which publishing house are you from?"

If not, Paul sensitively captured the key keywords he should grasp, and looked at Wickham suspiciously.

There was a crack in Wickham's smile, and he hurriedly explained: "I am not from any publishing house. I will be enlisting in the army soon. Don't trust her! I am her relative!"

"Mr. Wickham, how can you say that!" Ciri's voice was annoyed, as if she was really angry because of Wickham's explanation, "Do you think you can buy me by saying that? manuscript? Impossible!"

"That's right, Mr. Wickham, now that the publishing industry is highly competitive, you don't have to slander a lady's innocence!" Seeing this, Paul began to speak righteously.He stood up, with a big beer belly, walking like a penguin.

"Now, sir, I forgive you for being so young! But I don't want to listen to your lies. If you don't go out again, I'll ask someone to throw you out!" Paul waved his hand and knocked out Wei Wei. Kham's hat.

Wickham was full of resentment, but he was bullying himself, and he didn't dare to confront Paul head-on in someone else's position, so he could only glared at the triumphant Ciri, picked up his hat and walked out quickly.

Ciri was very happy in his heart, but then he thought that this person would not give up so quickly, so he sent a telegram through the publishing house's telegraph machine while signing the contract.

After saying goodbye to Paul, she stuffed the contract into the kraft paper bag, her mind was full of the joy of waiting for her article to be typed and published in a few days, her steps were light, and if the venue of the publishing house was large enough, she would dance up.

At this time, the sky is fully lit, the sound of the trampling of horseshoes and the sound of wheels rolls in, and the newsboys also start waving the newspapers of the new day and compose popular ditties to attract passers-by.

Everything is so beautiful.Unfortunately, new troubles followed one after another—George Wickham was indeed waiting for her at the door of the publishing house.

"Oh, Mr. Wickham, haven't you gone back to your publishing house?" Ciri clasped her hands and sighed, but the expression on her face told Wickham that she was gloating.

"Hmph, you're so ugly, Ciri. I'm just passing through London. I don't have enough money. I'm asking you for something, so why don't you drive me away like this?" He continued to act like a rascal, rubbing his fingers on the brim of his hat carelessly, "Aren't we Relatives? We should help each other."

"Don't be disgusting to me, Wickham." It was obvious that he was better than anyone else.Shirley stopped pretending, put on a serious expression and walked towards home.

Talking to this kind of person is a waste of time. She was young and hadn't recovered from the great grief before he gathered a few gangsters and drove her out.It's different now, she will never let herself be taken advantage of by Viktorm.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Viktorm was also in a hurry, he stepped forward and grabbed Ciri's arm aggressively: "I said I want some, you can't let me go home empty-handed? How can I go home?" ?”

At three quarters, Ciri raised her stiletto and stepped on his instep hard, Viktorm immediately let go of her, hugged his foot and grinned.

"You fucking—" He cursed, but the next second, Ciri's raised palm hit his cheek!

Wickham's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Shirley! You crazy woman!" He spit out a mouthful, and when he raised his head, the cold texture on the tip of his nose made him shudder.

The moment he fell, Ciri took out the dagger she carried with her because she lived alone from her pocket, knelt down and pointed the blade at him.

"Go ahead, Wickham." Her hand moved forward slightly, and the point of the knife pierced Wickham's nose a little, causing him to scream in pain.

"Shut up if you know how to bark!" Ciri said impatiently, "Viktorm, do you still have the face to ask me for money? I warn you, if one day I know that everything my father left behind is worthless!" I was taken away by you to go to the underground casino to squander, and then you will know what a real lunatic is, and while I am in a good mood today, you hurry up and get out."

"Ciri, aren't you afraid of something happening? Poor homeless little one, you're alone in London, and you'd better give me the money, or—don't, don't, don't go any further, it hurts like hell Me!" Viktorm quickly shrank back, obviously Ciri was better at threatening.

"I also sometimes think that if a smart and capable person inherits my father's property, that's fine, but it's just a fool like you." Shirley patted his face with the back of the knife, "I do live alone, Don't you want to see that there are no external factors?"

Ciri also had to admit that when she was a teenager, she had no possessions, and she didn't even have a foothold at first.

Wickham looked Ciri's attire up and down. It seemed to be a flowing suit made of light gauze, and her face... It is true that no matter how crazy she was, that face was one of the most beautiful and delicate he had ever seen. Even her Now she is angry too, the emerald green eyes under the eyelashes fluttering are more like a charming and dangerous cat, and he can feel the softness of her skin under the robe when he just held her arm.

If it wasn't for his bad personality, he thought about it, marrying her would be a very good choice.

"You must have been given by some noble—"

His conclusion was interrupted by Ciri with the hilt of his dagger, and now Wickham could only cover his mouth and taste the blood in his mouth.

"I'm too lazy to explain to you." Ciri gave a blank look, "But if you want to do something to me, you can try it, and then you can see if you can take another step into London."

Ciri smirked, looked at his timid look with satisfaction, put away the dagger, and hopped home with light steps.

When she washed off her tired body comfortably, wiped her curly chestnut hair with a towel carelessly, and lay down on the bed casually, the telegraph at home finally started to move.

"What happened again, Ciri?"

From the Diogenes Club.