[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

John hung up the phone and went to see Sherlock, of course he hoped that Sherlock could help his old classmate, but Sherlock had just solved a case and hadn't rested yet, and he was quite picky about cases, John wasn't sure if he would accept .

Sherlock was a little hesitant, but he wanted to pick it up himself. It was John's old classmate, so he had to pick it up for John's sake.But they just came back, they haven't rested yet, Shelley must be tired, and he was frightened the night before.

He thought for a while and said, "Let's go there tomorrow morning."

The house of the Perceyphelps was called Brill Bray, and it was a very old mansion, handed down from his ancestors, and it stood alone on a large piece of land, only a few minutes' walk from the station. distance.

A rather burly man received them. He shook John's hand warmly and said, "Percey has been inquiring about you all morning. My poor old friend, he never let go of a life-saving straw! He Your parents asked me to come and meet you, because it pains them so much to mention it."

John nodded: "I hope he's okay? I don't know if you are..."

Sherlock said: "Obviously, this gentleman is not from the Phelps family. He is a fitness trainer by profession. He should be here as a guest. It seems that you are the brother of Mr. Phelps' fiancée?"

The man froze for a moment, looked down at himself, and laughed loudly: "You startled me, it seems that you saw the initial 'jh' of my name on the pendant, right? Obviously, my occupation you It can be seen from my figure." Sherlock nodded without saying anything, he was a little disdainful, but still enthusiastically said, "I thought there was some trick. My name is Joseph Harrison, and I am indeed the brother of Percey's fiancée Jenny , you can meet my sister in Percey's room, she has taken care of him tirelessly these days. Perhaps we'd better go in now, I know how anxious Percey is to see you."

Percey's bedroom is on the second floor. It is a large room, half of which is used as a bedroom, and the half near the door is arranged as a half living room with a few sofas.A young man with an earthy face and frail body was lying on a divan near the open window through which the rich scent of flowers and pleasant summer air wafted in.A woman sitting next to him stood up to greet them as they entered.

"Hi, I'm glad you're here, Mr. Holmes, and John, who is this lady?"

"This is our friend Shelleyhope, she is Sherlock's girlfriend." John introduced.

After getting to know each other politely, Joseph Harrison left the bedroom, but Jenny was pulled by Percey and had to stay.She was a very striking woman, a little pudgy and out of shape, but very pretty, with big black eyes and black hair like a cloud.Against her beauty the pale face of her partner seemed weak and haggard.

Percey seemed very eager, and as soon as everyone sat down, he said straight to the point: "I am a happy and accomplished person, Mr. Holmes, and I am about to get married, but a sudden disaster has ruined my life's future. Holderhearst My lord was my uncle, so I went to the Foreign Office. My uncle was Foreign Secretary in the present government, and he gave me some important tasks, which I always did well, and at last won his full admiration for my talent and tact. Trust me, I got a promotion."

"Ten days ago, on the date... the twelfth of July, he called me into his private office, first praised me for a job well done, and then told me that I had to perform a new and important task. He never I took out a stack of thick documents from the safe and handed them to me: "This is the original secret agreement signed between the United Kingdom and Italy. Unfortunately, some rumors have been revealed on the Internet. The most important thing is that there can be no more news Leaked. The French and Russian Embassies are spending huge sums of money to gain access to the contents of these documents. Electronic documents have been completely destroyed for secrecy, and I will never take them out of my safe unless I desperately need a copy. Take it out. Do you have a safe in your office?'”

"Of course there is a safe in my office, and my uncle is very satisfied: 'Very good, you take this document back and stay in the office by yourself after others get off work, so that you can copy the document leisurely without worrying about being peeped by others. Copy it Then lock the original and the copy in the safe, and hand them over to me tomorrow morning.'”

Sherlock interrupted suddenly and asked, "Were you the only two present when you said this?"

"Yes, sir."

"How big is the room?"

"Thirty feet square."

"Is it in the middle of the room?"

"almost."

"Is it loud?"

"My uncle has always been gentle and quiet, and his voice is very low, but I hardly speak."

Sherlock nodded: "Go on."

"I did exactly as he was told, and waited for the other clerks to leave. Only one man named Charles Gorot had a little work to do. So I went out to dinner and left him in the office by himself. When I came back, he Already gone. I'm in a rush to get this done because I know joseph - who you just met, jenny's brother - is also in town and I have an appointment with him for dinner and a theater at [-]pm .”

"It's just unfortunate that there was a problem with the copier. First, the ink was not enough, and it was finally replaced, and then the paper jammed. Seeing that the appointment time with Joseph was up, and more than half of the copies were not completed, but Joseph's mobile phone was turned off and couldn't get through. .Because I was tired all day and I didn't eat a good dinner, I felt lethargic and my mind was numb. I wanted a cup of coffee to clear my mind. So I went to the pantry on the other side of the corridor, but there was no instant coffee. There I met a security guard on the night shift who happened to be on patrol and walked up to this floor. He told me there was a lot of coffee downstairs, so we went downstairs together."

"From the room where I copy the documents, there is a straight corridor, dimly lit, and the only exit from my office. At the end of the corridor, there is a turning staircase. The pantry is next to the stairs, and the elevator is on the other side. I am making coffee. At that time, my mobile phone rang suddenly, and the number on it was the phone on my desk, and after only two rings, the phone was hung up."

"My heart felt like being grabbed by a cold hand. My priceless document was on the desk, and now someone was using the phone on my desk. I ran up the stairs like crazy and ran to The hallway, the hallway is empty, Mr. Holmes. There is no one in the house. Everything is exactly the same as when I left, except that the original document that was handed over to me was taken from my desk and only the copy remained. .”

"The security guard saw my ugly face and knew something was wrong. He took the elevator with me and ran downstairs to the gate. The guard was watching a football game. He said he didn't see anyone going out of the gate. It was raining lightly at this time. There was only one patrolling policeman on the street, and I asked him if he saw any suspicious persons, and he also said he hadn't.

"So we went back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with the police, and searched the stairs and corridors, but to no avail. The corridor leading to the office was covered with a beige carpet, and it was raining outside. Footprints were easy to spot. We It was examined very carefully, but not a single trace of footprints was found."

"We checked the room too. There can't be a hidden door in this room, and the windows are a full thirty feet off the ground. Both windows are bolted from the inside. The floor is carpeted, there's no chance of a tunnel door, and the ceiling It was painted with ordinary whitewash. I guarantee my life that whoever steals my documents can only escape through the door. And my phone is on the left hand side of my desk against the wall. This phone has to be probed inside, but I don't understand why this person called my cell phone? How did he know my cell phone number?"

"What time is it?" Sherlock's eyes sparkled, obviously interested in this case.

"I didn't pay attention to the time at the time, but the phone has an incoming call record, and it was 8:35 when the phone rang."

"Very well. Since the police were there, and although Scotland Yard has never been very clever, you should have checked the room to see if the uninvited guest left any traces, like cigarette butts, lost gloves, hairpins or other small things. stuff, eh?"

"Yes, Mr. Holmes, I found nothing."

"What about the smell of smoke?"

"No, sir. I've never smoked, and I'll find out if it smells."

Sherlock nodded and pondered. Percey was still very weak. After talking for so long, he had no strength at all. He could only lean on the sofa and look at Sherlock and begged: "I have nothing to do, Mr. Holmes, Please help me. I will be so ill when I come back that night, if the documents are leaked, not only will my future be ruined, but my uncle Lord Holderhearst will also be implicated."

"Have you ever told anyone about this assignment? For example, your fiancée, Miss Harrison."

Ms. Harrison said: "Percey didn't tell me about it. Because of work, we seldom contact each other during working hours. Percey works very hard and is very motivated. He is afraid that making personal phone calls during working hours will have a bad effect."

"Have your relatives and friends visited you during this time?"

"No, no one has been here."

"Do they know where your office is?"

"Yes, I told them."

Sherlock nodded and stood up: "Since this matter happened in London, let's go back to London to deal with it." After getting on the train and just settled down in the seat, Sherlock suddenly pulled Shelley into his arms and kissed her until She was out of breath and then let go of her and said, "You think that perceyphelps is handsome?"

Shelley said inexplicably, "He's handsome, but also unlucky."