Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

When the count was still hugging his daughter tightly to calm his heart, there was a mocking sound from behind.

"As expected of you," the coachman stood at the door and looked at him. "I've been away for so many years, and I haven't made any progress, huh?"

"Uncle Ben," Elena sighed, "don't say such things."

Weston Benn, disguised as a coachman, was the subordinate of the Countess' late mother. He often played with the Countess when he was a child. sound person.

And the excellent skill of grilling chicken has been praised by everyone in the manor (including the earl).

Of course, it has been said that it has been many years.

Uncle Ben left without saying goodbye ten years ago, and has since disappeared. Elena really never expected that she would be able to see him again after moving to London on a whim.

Although Weston Ben didn't necessarily give the count face, but since it was Elena who spoke, he slowed down his tone a little.

"I can't understand his coy attitude." He took a quick step forward and pulled the earl away. "You're a girl, but you still have to spend time and effort trying to coax this useless old bastard. He I'm afraid it's not because I've been fooled by drawing pictures, but I really feel like a delicate and reserved lady."

"I..." the earl was speechless.

Immediately he became confident, "I just have a daughter to coax me! I have one! Elena is my daughter, you can't be jealous, right?"

Uncle Ben rolled his eyes without any surprise.

"When you say this, you don't even look at how many people are here."

It was only at this time that Elena noticed that there were so many people around her—two of her neighbors, a detective who was quite familiar with her neighbor Mr. Holmes (Eileen had opened the door for him), and his direct subordinate The boss and some detectives were standing by at a loss, as if feeling embarrassed that they shouldn't be standing here.

Lestrade, who was standing behind the crowd, saw Elena's face, and took a deep breath.

He visited Holmes at home a few days ago, when the landlady's niece opened the door for him, he threw his hat and gloves to her quite casually, and went straight upstairs.

He didn't feel anything before, but now, he felt that his life was in danger.

A Countess!Are rich people like this now?

He swallowed.

"Holmes," whispered Lestrade, "that Miss Molson's character...?"

"Quite enthusiastic about the work, and things connected with it, and appreciating the talent of a single fighter," replied Holmes.

Lestrade shook himself.

Oops, this young lady has witnessed his invitation for foreign aid these few times, so it probably doesn't count as fulfilling his duties and walking independently.

The count, who was in the center, stood up straight, and his expression changed when he saw so many people.

Although he has never paid much attention to these things, it is still a bit embarrassing to suddenly reveal his true nature in front of so many people.

"So," Elena tried to break the silence, "Is there something you want to come here to find me? Inform me to take notes?"

She handed a stack of portraits of the attackers to the police inspector who seemed to have the highest position and stood at the front, "I drew the sketches. Although the level may not be comparable to architectural sketches, it is barely readable."

The inspector glanced at it and handed it to his subordinate Lestrade who was hiding in the back row.

"We will investigate the truth of the matter as soon as possible, Miss Molson, you don't have to worry," the boss Wen Sheng said to Elena, "If this small problem cannot be resolved, then London's safety cannot be guaranteed, please Don't worry too much. And, I have a little entreaty, I wonder if you can—"

"What request?" The count frowned, "If you know it's too much, just shut up."

Although the scene of wailing with his daughter in his arms just now is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the usual majestic image of the earl is still frightening.

The Inspector choked, then spoke in a softer tone.

"Small, insignificant." His aura seemed weaker, "Just don't reveal it until we close the case..."

Uncle Ben coughed, and put his hand on the earl's shoulder violently, stopping what the earl was about to say.

"As a strong protector of Miss Molson, the Earl will certainly pay attention to this," he said, "please don't worry, we will cooperate with these actions. As long as it is not excessive."

The pressure from the nobles is indeed a headache, but since the earl did not refute it, he should agree with this statement.

The inspector breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could relax for a while, the count spoke again.

"So, how many days?" He said in a deep voice, "My daughter has drawn all the portraits. Is it possible that you can't find people with these things? That is really useless. Give me a deadline, or I will find someone Let's chat."

The inspector looked at Lestrade and motioned him to come forward.

"This is the inspector in charge of this case, my capable subordinate, Inspector Lestrade," he said, "he will take full responsibility for this matter, and will definitely give you and the lady a satisfactory answer—"

"How many days?" interrupted the Count.

He ignored Elena and tugged at his sleeve, and couldn't help feeling a little complacent.

If you don't put a little pressure on these case handlers, they will drag the case until it is never over!

"This..." Lestrade didn't know where his limit was.

He also didn't want to know.

Biting the bullet and ignoring his boss's desperate eyes, Lestrade replied truthfully, "I think, if you only need to catch those thugs, it will take a few days; to crack this case, it will take a few weeks; to smash this underground Organization, it takes several months..."

"Catch those bastards first," the earl said indifferently.

He raised his watch and looked at the time, "Three days. I'll give you three days. If I come to London in three days, but I don't see those thugs staying in prison obediently, you can squat in."

This is clearly a villain's face, but Elena couldn't help but think about the connotation under the surface.

For example, flooding Scotland Yard with tears if the case is not closed after three days?

She and Holmes looked into each other's eyes, and clearly saw the narrowness in each other's eyes towards the Earl's stern threat.

After threatening, the earl led a group of people out of the gate of the police station.

He opened the door of the four-wheeled carriage first, helped his daughter up, then got into the carriage by himself, and then called the rest of the people to sit in.

All of a sudden, this very spacious carriage was packed to the brim.

"Why is there a carriage?" Elena was a little surprised, "I thought all the carriage drivers were asleep at this point."

"I rented it for you," said the earl. "I came to London this time to give you clothes, accessories, pocket money, and a carriage that you ordered for your trip that you didn't have time to take away."

As if he didn't think it was enough, he added another sentence, "It's not that I approve of your behavior, but I just don't want you to embarrass me by going out every day."

Elena laughed a little.

"I thought you'd prefer me to go home?" she asked. "London isn't safe after all this has just happened."

"because…"

"Because another of your relatives has changed Lord Molson's mind," said Holmes.

Before the earl could answer, he was preempted by others. He gave Holmes a dissatisfied look and replied, "Yes, thanks to your uncle Ben."

He said to Elena with some complaints, "He actually didn't remind me when so many people came in, it's really too much."

"What's the matter?" Uncle Ben said in a strange tone. "For Mr. Earl, it doesn't matter. It's just that he can't step down in front of everyone. I'm sure... No one will question our Mr. Earl's lack of majesty and more than humor."

Immediately afterwards, he ignored the earl's yelling and squinted at Holmes.

"Have I seen you somewhere, boy?"