Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Here's the thing.

The Earl woke up early today, went out to work happily, and continued to deal with affairs honestly when he came back. He hurried, and finally processed all the documents related to work and affairs before evening.

So he happily bought a ticket with the butler, and took the train to London as soon as possible.

On the one hand, it is to see if Elena's hair is still healthy, how good it is, and if she stays up all night every day. By the way, I asked the housekeeper to bring some ingredients and toiletries into the box and bring them to Elena.Some were sent from shops or good families, and some were their own secret recipes. The main function was to promote hair growth, and half a box was stuffed.

On the other hand, I thought of that "fiancé" yesterday, and came over to insinuate whether there were men with malicious intentions around Elena, reminding her to be a little more vigilant.

The count worried about this all the way.

"You said that if Elena is really kidnapped, what can I do?" He said with a sad face, "The worst result is that she repents and takes care of two jobs, and marries that little boy. No way. , I have to remind her that not only can't talk, that pretty boy is also unattractive, ah no, he is also unattractive, it's really bald."

The butler sat aside and pointed out another problem clearly.

"No, my lord," he said, "it would be more troublesome if the lady inherited, um, the ship design business from that side, and married that unknown gentleman."

The Count assumed the scene for a moment.

"Impossible," the count said affirmatively, "It is impossible for Eileen to give up any construction work. At most, she is only picky."

"Besides," he thought for a while, and said whimsically, "If it doesn't work, sink people into the Thames River or send them to the battlefield. Widowing a spouse is also a good idea."

Looking at the rural scenery flying by outside the window, the more the count thought, the more he felt that he was too smart.

At the beginning, I used this excuse to reject him, and then said "no honor is not worthy of my daughter", and then urged a few words.

Widowhood is literally around the corner.

The butler reluctantly asked him for a glass of water, hoping that the earl would calm down.

Before, they were just looking for a few officers, but now they are directly planning their future.

"Have you ever thought that this might be Miss' wish?" The butler suggested tactfully, "If Miss really falls in love with someone, Miss will feel hurt if you do this."

The count looked at the butler, as if he heard a big joke.

"Eileen?" He said in disbelief, "She thought she was going to marry a job since she was a child, and I think her husband is just a tool?"

"But I think, since it's time to get married," said the housekeeper, "Maybe Miss is serious. Think about it, my lord, what would you think if someone blocked your love with Madam?"

"Stay where it's cool," the count said without hesitation, "I'm still in charge of the world?"

Then I thought about it and was stunned.

If Elena really fell in love with that little boy and told him this, wouldn't that be bad?

Has he become a helpless lonely old man?

The butler breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the Earl's expression began to loosen, he continued to persuade, "Last time, you should also listen to Miss's thoughts. I think it would not be easy to end a simple matter like this."

The count nodded, and said seriously, "What you said makes sense, why don't you tell me frankly."

He simply got off the train station and found a rental carriage with the housekeeper, and headed straight to Baker Street, intending to tell Elena directly that someone was eyeing her property and mind, and asked her to protect herself.

Then the earl entered the door and exchanged greetings with the impatient Mrs. Hudson, passively accepted a few words of ridicule, put down his things cheekily, and finally escaped and walked to the third floor.

Just as he walked up the stairs with a stern face, thinking about which sentence to start with, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a lady in the living room on the second floor.

The figure that belonged to the young girl was snuggling up with Holmes who had told the story before, shoulder to shoulder, face to face, it could almost be called ear to ear.

The earl was shocked for a moment.

He felt that he didn't understand young people's love/love love, and he was a little surprised that they didn't close the door when they talked about love.

But gossip, everyone likes to hear it, right?

Maybe I can raise a word or two with my daughter later.

After all, this is gossip from her neighbors, and Elena must be interested.

So the count took a few steps forward, walked to a position near the door, observed the painting hanging in the stairwell, pretending that he was passing by.

Then prick up your ears, watch and listen, and enjoy the luxurious gossip audio-visual scene.

However, the more the earl looked, the more he felt that the young girl looked quite familiar, like his daughter Elena!

He took two steps closer, took a closer look, and found that it was really Elena.

What about loving your job?

I wanted to watch a play, but found out that this collapsed house actually belonged to my family?

He is stupid.

Who would have thought of this.

The count took a sharp breath to calm himself down, and strode in with a blank expression.

Then he couldn't help it, and roared.

The two people who yelled did not respond, but the other person responded to him.

Watson was bewildered, and stood up from Elena's other side at a loss, "Long time no see, Earl Molson..."

The earl was also embarrassed.

He looked at the standing doctor and thought of an idea.

Although he is not very familiar with Holmes, and he looks cold and difficult to deal with, Watson has always been friendly.

This is easy to handle, the old routine will do.

The count simply snorted coldly as a response.

Then he took the opportunity to stride up to Elena's side, "If you're not working, what are you doing?"

"I was looking at the list left by my mother," Elena said, "Father, you came at the right time."

She was thinking of finding someone to find out about her mother's past history and analyze whether she had become enemies with someone, when her father just came to her door.

The count sneered, "No, I didn't come at the right time."

Interrupting your love affair, being small... being seduced and taken away.

"Why do you say that?" Elena asked a little strangely.

She and Holmes glanced at the earl, then turned back to continue looking at the list.

Only then did the count realize that Elena's hair was spread out, covering most of her posture, making him see that the two of them were very close to each other from the angle of the door, so he mistakenly thought that they were talking to each other.

What's more, since Watson is here, it is impossible to really talk about love.

He recalled his roar soaring into the sky, and felt his scalp go numb.

Now explain that I am obsessed with watching dramas, is it too late?

The earl didn't know what to say, so they didn't bother with it, so he simply looked at the list with them.

You can avoid all problems by pretending you don't know.

Looking at it, he found that the list was not right.

Why is the name on it so familiar?

The count frowned, his eyes were cold, "What are you looking at?"

He couldn't figure out how Elena had this list.

"I entrusted Mr. Holmes to investigate the case. I am currently investigating some doubts. I will try my best to answer his questions, and then I will think about what information I can give him before going back to work," Elena replied, "My diary was stolen. After leaving, the note was left at the scene. I am looking for who the person who left the note is and what is its significance.”

"Your diary was stolen?" the count asked in surprise. "What is there to steal from your diary?"

He once read Elena's diary, which was full of sketches, without wasting a single piece of paper, very serious, anyway, he couldn't reach the level.As for the sketches, there is a stack at home, either his or Elena's, so there's no need to steal it, right?

"Yes, so that's the problem," Elena replied, "I can't figure out what the thief is thinking. He even purposely stunned me before stealing me."

She said lightly, "But I have already arranged it over there, and I plan to ask someone to put some special things on the platform."

"Did you faint?" The count turned cold, "Who is it? What do you want?"

"I don't know yet. So this person should have intentions, either for power, or for money, or for profit. I want to find someone to catch this guy, and then knock him hard. Father, this will be the end of it all." , and you don’t need to find a place with good security,” Elena shrugged, “It’s best to catch one, and it’s best to save a hundred. The provincial ones always annoy me and affect my work.”

"There is a purpose..." the earl said in astonishment, "This really surprised me."

He always felt that if Weston was around, no one would dare to make trouble.Are people so courageous now?

The count didn't want to talk more, but instead said, "I want to tell you something, you come upstairs with me."

On the second floor, it feels like I have returned to the feeling of listening to the story last time. I really can't let go.

"Father, what is it about?" Elena asked. "I think it's the same here. It just so happens that Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson, I, and I have some other questions to ask you."

She is really a little lazy to climb up and down for things that have nothing to do with work, and she only hopes that her commission can be fulfilled.

"That's right," said the count, for a moment troubled by an explanation.

He coughed and said, "A man who claimed to be your fiancé came to me, but he couldn't even tell who made the engagement. Pay attention, especially those who call you 'heir', don't pay attention .That kind of lowly person doesn't want to work, but just wants to marry you to get something for nothing. He doesn't deserve you at all, so stay away from him!"

"Heir?" asked Holmes. "Heir of what? What do you know, Lord Molson?"

The count waved his hand irritably, as if trying to drive away an annoying fly.

"What else do you know?" he said. "Someone is trying to be my heir. Anyway, Elena, do you hear me? Don't do anything with anyone who claims to be 'fiancé.'"

"But, what kind of inheritance is that?" Elena asked, "Father, you didn't tell me the specific occupation, which made me a little embarrassed. You also know that the architectural firm has too many clients, and I can't avoid it." Everyone."

She seemed to realize that for some reason the Count avoided the subject.

"You don't need to know this," the earl said with a frown. "You just need to know that anyone who claims to be your fiancé should stay away. Bad brains will be contagious."

Just kidding, will he tell Elena about the ship design industry, and then let her discover another interest, so as to accelerate the baldness?

After finishing speaking, the count glanced at the list again.

I really don't know what good statistics these people have.

As if remembering something, he asked again, "Where's Weston?"

Why don't you see that guy's mocking face?Could it be that he lost his support and finally went to sweep the streets?

"Uncle Ben left a few days ago, and I don't know where he is now," Elena replied.

She also realized now that it seemed that Uncle Ben had disappeared for a day.

Wait, so my father actually knew something about Uncle Ben's origin?

She was thinking about whether to ask, but the earl spoke first and planned to leave.

"Oh, he is a vagrant anyway, and it's normal to wander anywhere. Then I'll go first," the count said sarcastically, "Go back to my place."

He glanced at the surrounding decorations with a little distaste, "You can live here, it's really not a pick."

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