Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

After arriving home, Elena first put her things away upstairs, then took her coin purse and went down to the living room on the second floor.

She stood at the door of the living room on the second floor, knocked on the door lightly a few times, and then heard the sound of slippers being pulled through the soundproof door.

Watson opened the door. "Miss Molson?"

He was a little surprised and said, "What's the matter?"

A strong smell of tobacco came towards Elena from inside the door, making her sneezed uncontrollably.

"It's okay, Axio, it's nothing," she said reluctantly.

"Who is it, Watson?" Holmes asked, half lying on his comfortable sofa, without raising his head. "Which one of our friends? Mrs. Hudson? Or Miss Molson?"

He looked sluggish, as if he couldn't keep up his spirits.

"Miss Molson," replied Watson.

He asked Elena to come in and sit down casually, while he hurriedly went to open the window to let the air out and diffuse the smell of smoke.

"I have to say, gentlemen," said Elena, covering her nose, "are you creating a space in the room where there is nothing but smoke? Such a strong smell of tobacco—Ah Choo."

"That may have been the tobacco, and the two of us," replied Watson, laughing.

At this time, Holmes, who had collapsed into a ball on the sofa, also sprang up.

"Oh, since it's Miss Molson, she must be here to get that box—" He jumped up, and deftly took it out from the top of the bookshelf as if by magic, and handed it back to Elena, " I guess you should be here by this time too."

"Actually, gentlemen," Elena became serious, "I want to ask you one thing."

Watson glanced at Holmes, "Including me?"

He said leniently, "Of course I don't hesitate."

"No, Dr. Watson, this matter may be more difficult," Elena said slowly as she closed the door, "You, especially you, Mr. Holmes, please treat me as someone who came to entrust affairs ordinary client, not your neighbor."

Holmes nodded.

"Of course, but please don't worry too much, Miss Molson," he said firmly, "I don't think there is anything that can't be solved."

Elena glanced at Holmes, "I think so too. Ah, we've changed the subject."

She put the box back on the small table in front of her, "The next thing I want to say is something about my mother. Since I have always insisted on handing over professional things to professional people to improve efficiency, I think Please you are necessary."

Holmes took the box and began to study it.

"I was writing a diary upstairs at this time yesterday, and after knocking on the corner of the box unconsciously, I slipped out my late mother's diary," Elena said, pointing to the bottom right of the box , "Here it is. This diary generally hints at something not above board, so I didn't mention it at Scotland Yard, fearing that leaking it would affect the reputation of the family, and the reputation of my late mother."

"But when I turned over the diary, I found that the book was missing a few pages of the most important things," she continued. People stopped. More seriously, I feel that the person staring at me now and the person who used to watch my mother in the dark are actually the same person."

Watson put a cup of tea in front of her, Elena smiled gratefully at him, took a sip of the tea, just in time to moisten her dry throat.

"Then the diary was snatched away," she continued, holding a cup of tea, "I'm not sure if it was taken away, but I think it shouldn't be. The weight didn't change. I'm very sensitive to the subtle weight of objects. But in a short time, I think it is difficult to find such a thing to imitate. Coupled with the word 'heir' appearing there, it makes me feel that it is more aimed at me."

Holmes on the one side was listening to Elena's words, while knocking on the four corners tentatively, then put his ear close to the box, and kept trying.

"I know how to open the box," said Holmes.

He reached out to open the box, first took out Elena's diary, put it aside, put a piece of draft paper in it, and then broke off a small invisible protrusion in the middle, kept the open posture, and knocked on the box. Tap the front right corner.

Then close the box again, and tap the front right corner again.

Inside was the diary belonging to mother Yvette.

"Yes, this is the book," Elena said, "but there are many pages missing in the middle."

"Please take your time, Miss Molson," asked Holmes. "Did you hit the front right corner and take out the diary?"

He said, "Didn't you see the protrusion in the middle? If so, then someone should have activated the mechanism for you in advance. Once this mechanism is activated, let's take a look at the follow-up—"

Holmes closed the box, and when he opened it again, there was indeed the draft paper that was thrown in before.

"But I don't think it's necessary for them to expend such efforts on me," Elena picked up the draft paper and put it aside, "I'm just an ordinary architect, doing what I want to do. "

Ordinary?

Watson looked at the purse she was carrying, then at her clothes, and thought of her family background.

Did she misunderstand herself?

Sensing Watson's eyes, Elena laughed.

"You know me, Dr. Watson," she said. "To me, nothing outside the building means much. When I ran away from home, I never thought I could Make peace with your father."

"Excuse me," Watson asked curiously, "what did you come here for, Miss Molson?"

He couldn't think of why Elena broke with her father, and even ran to London at all costs, and until now she refused to go home, insisting on living in London.

"My father forced me to get married. I don't want to get married," Elena said. "Since the queen can marry the country, why can't I marry the building? Work is much more interesting than a man, so I ran out."

But there is only one queen's country, and the buildings are gone.

But of course Watson didn't say it. Instead, he thought of the earl who came to light the fire for them.

"But I think he came to you last time?" He asked, "Is it a misunderstanding? When he came to us before, his attitude was okay..."

It can't even be said that it is possible, anyway, he can't get rid of the image of the earl in his mind.

The earl who was lying on the ground with a lot of complicated expressions at the moment the door was opened is quite vivid in his memory.

"Anyway, he said he supports my ideals." Elena shrugged, "The misunderstanding has been solved. For me, this time is also a lesson. I understand that I can no longer rely on my own industry. I have done things. Only if I am capable and famous, can I get rid of the interference of others, whether it is my father, or the current person."

As soon as the words were finished, Holmes, who was studying alone on the other side, cheered and clapped his hands like a child.

"Watson, Miss Molson," he said cheerfully, "come and see this!"

When the two approached, he slowly placed the box upside down as a gesture.

"Look here," he fiddled with the two gold bars engraved on the side of the box like lines, and tapped lightly on the middle, "I see the traces of wear and tear on it, and it seems that there should be more than one mechanism. After thinking for a long time, I guess There is another mechanism here."

Then a small secret door appeared on the side of the box.

Holmes opened it, and sure enough, he found something hidden inside.

It was something like a list.

Elena moved to Holmes' side and leaned over to have a look.

"Dedicate this to my children, if it is not taken away, this will be the best shield you have to protect yourself."

This is a list with a dozen names listed on it.

And the name written on the first line is Weston Ben.

Elena swept down, almost all of them were former mother's subordinates.

It seems that after one of them passed away suddenly, she never saw these people again, only Uncle Ben stayed with her until ten years ago.

Let her take a closer look...

Elena moved closer again.

Her untucked hair hung down her shoulders, and she seemed to approach Holmes with her movements.

Holmes felt a little itchy unexpectedly.

This made him break away from the excitement of solving the puzzle, and turned his head slightly unexpectedly, looking in Elena's direction.

From his angle, he could only see Eileen's overly long eyelashes, trembling slightly like leaves carelessly floating in the breeze.

She is very focused.

So Holmes turned back and looked at the names of these people with the same concentration.

But at this time, a voice suddenly sounded.

"What are you doing!" the count yelled angrily, "Let go of my daughter!"