Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

As soon as these words came out, Holmes frowned and looked at Uncle Ben, and looked at it carefully.

"I think maybe it is," he said slowly, "Chiltern Road?"

Uncle Ben clapped his hands excitedly.

"I knew I was right!" he said. "So, which one are you?"

Holmes smiled.

"The one behind you," he said, "thanks to the haystack for hiding me very well."

"What Chiltern Avenue?" Elena asked.

Holmes was about to answer, but Uncle Ben stopped him.

"You don't need to know," he said coldly, "Eileen, this is not what you should ask."

"Then what should I ask?" Elena asked back, "Why did you come to drive me today? Will you answer my question?"

She stared at Uncle Ben closely, trying to read something in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Elena," he replied, "but I can only tell you that this is an ordinary coincidence."

"What coincidence?" Elena almost laughed angrily, "It is a coincidence that you disappeared, it is also a coincidence that you have been away for ten years, and it is also a coincidence to see me today? I am still a ten-year-old child in your heart, am I not?" ? Uncle Ben, you really don't tell me anything?"

Uncle Ben shook his head stubbornly.

He turned to another topic, "You might as well ask what happened to us today."

Elena looked around.

"Okay, okay," she said angrily, "let's change the subject. What happened today? Gentlemen, I have a lot of questions right now."

"And the woman who stayed at Scotland Yard?" asked Holmes.

"Yes," Elena replied, "and the woman who stayed at Scotland Yard."

Holmes looked at Watson.

Watson looked back blankly, "What's the matter, Holmes?"

Then he realized that it seemed like everyone in the car was watching him.

"Okay, okay," he muttered.

"At that time, Holmes and I had just finished eating in the restaurant and were walking in the street," Watson recalled. "Then we wandered around, had a rare good time, and chatted for a while to pass the time."

"I was talking to him about the odds setting and some of the bookmaker's ingenious tricks, and at that moment, there was a runaway carriage ahead of me, and a guy who was climbing up behind the pedals and trying to steer the carriage. Young men, and a group of gangsters chasing after the carriage."

Elena squeezed her T-square tightly.

"The young man," she said softly, "then..."

"Yes," said Holmes, "when we went to help the young man had fallen from the carriage and had been kicked and perhaps stabbed a few times by those who followed him, for Watson examined By then, he had lost his breath. Please continue, Watson."

"Immediately after that, Holmes and I caught up and tried to help, but we couldn't get close because the carriage was running too fast," Watson said, "but coincidentally, even though we couldn't get close, the young man was hit , Before getting out of the carriage, I tried my best to turn the carriage around, but after we checked that the young man was seriously injured, the woman grabbed the rope reluctantly, and the carriage turned around again, and ran towards us. So we I seized the moment and jumped into the car."

"The lady with the child is the young man's wife. She held a child who was only nine months old in her arms. Then Holmes and I tried our best to help the lady avoid disaster, and then encountered When it comes to you and...Mr. Ben," Watson sighed, "we only found out after the intervention of the police station that the lady was not well-born, she was the illegitimate daughter of a nobleman, and more coincidentally, the nobleman He died just recently."

"So," Elena thought, "it was murder, just to prevent her from inheriting the inheritance?"

As soon as the words came out, she shook her head and rejected her idea, "No, illegitimate children have no inheritance rights, this reason is untenable."

"Actually, the lady is not the point," said Holmes. "Do you remember what the leader said after you intervened? 'Hand over the child', in fact, the infant , may be the reason why this group of vicious gangsters are entangled endlessly."

Elena frowned.

"So, it might be because of the death of the nobleman that the family lost its asylum?" She guessed, "But a child...what do they want to do with the child?"

"We don't know yet," said Holmes, "but Scotland Yard will take care of them."

"Of course," said the earl, who had been silent all this time, "if the protection is not good, they won't eat this bowl of rice."

There was a blatant threat in the words.

But firstly, no one on the bus was a staff member of Scotland Yard, and secondly, almost everyone on the bus saw him hugging his daughter and moaning.

The earl, who didn't get the response he deserved, hung his head a little frustrated.

"But I thought you and Dr. Watson would stay in Scotland Yard with that detective. After all, you seem to like cases very much." Elena patted the earl's sleeve with a smile, "Speaking of which, the detective Member, what's his last name?"

Watson thought to himself, since Miss Molson didn't even remember Lestrade's name after making a fuss for a long time, then the little detective didn't have to worry about being blamed for implicating innocent people for poor law and order afterwards.

"Lestrade," he answered, "is one of the Inspector's two right-hand men at Scotland Yard."

Several people talked about other things, and there were occasional laughter in the carriage.

After arguing with Elena, Uncle Ben leaned against the side wall of the carriage without saying a word, and kept stroking the sharp knife in his hand.

He looked at the hazy and clear moonlight outside the carriage, wondering what he was thinking.

Due to the commotion, it was already early morning at Baker Street, so after discussing with the Earl and the others, they planned to stay overnight at Baker Street.

Fortunately, there were not many people--Uncle Ben, the Earl and the butler.

The room in the basement is still empty. Although it is a bit damp due to insufficient light, it is not a problem to barely survive a night.

Although there is only one bed.

Then the earl, the housekeeper, and Uncle Ben declined the proposal of Watson and Holmes, and they also flatly rejected the sofa on the second floor, and decided to gather a crowd in the basement to make the floor.

"I want to have a good chat with him," the earl showed a forced smile, "don't worry, Elena, I won't do anything to him. Go to sleep."

"What a coincidence," Uncle Ben folded his arms around his chest, "I also want to chat with you."

He raised his arms, grabbed the earl's shoulders forcefully, and walked directly down the stairs, "Let's go, long time no see, I really want to talk to you about how you take care of your children—"

Elena frowned, staring at the backs of them walking down.

"Don't worry, miss," the butler said calmly, hugging a few quilts, "I'll take care of them both."

"Same as before?" Elena asked.

"Same as before," replied the butler.

Elena nodded.

Just as the butler was about to go down, she suddenly thought of another question.

"I've always been curious about one thing, Uncle Bona," Elena asked, "once I met a bug and was frightened, but my father said, 'you are afraid of such a lowly thing, it dishonors the nobles ', then gave me a disdainful look, and asked me to call you to clean it up."

"Ah, miss, you still remember this," the butler said with a smile, "Your Excellency's hands were shaking at that time. He has been afraid of bugs since he was a child, and he was terribly afraid."

"However, after all, Your Excellency the Earl is a father, and every father wants to show a brave and fearless appearance in front of his children. Although he seems to be in the wrong direction these years, he is still serious about being a father. .”