Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

After eating, Elena packed her things and went to the living room on the second floor.

She just brought some simple things.

Pen, paper, a sufficiently bright lamp with a candle inside, and some spare ink.

After all, in the sketching stage, it is only necessary to show the general idea rather than digitizing excessive details, so Elena also put the T-square upstairs and did not bring it down.

Watson and Holmes made a small square table for her, moved the sofa a little, and found a chair for her.

"Please be more casual, Molson...Miss Elena," Watson said with a little embarrassment, wiping his sweat, "I didn't expect the sofa to take up such a large space."

"It's okay, just give me a place to sit," Elena shook her head, "I should thank you all."

She pulled over the chair, put the lamp on the table and lit it, leaned against the window, and started to draw.

Then automatically isolated the noise from the outside world, and conceived the house that belonged to Georgiana.

What does a well-educated, artistic lady represent?

Inevitably a tasteful and rather romantic room layout too.

It is best to give guests the first impression of being spacious and bright when entering the door. If you set up a floor-to-ceiling window and put a few potted flowers, then the living room on the first floor must be large enough.The streamlines for servants to enter and exit and guests to enter and exit should be separated. The ideal state is to not interfere with each other, and then construct some interesting spaces for visitors to communicate and taste.

Plus some living habits and space layout that belong to the writer.

You should do your best when you work, so when Elena finished all the work in hand and looked up, she was almost a little surprised by the picture in front of her.

She couldn't help thinking, did she go to the wrong place?

There are not many design sketches drawn, why is the scene so chaotic?

No, in other words, how did these two people create such a big scene in such a short period of time?

The floor is covered with open books, scratch paper, sticky notes, and a Sherlock Holmes who is throwing papers.

She looked at Holmes who was lying on the ground, frowning and flipping through the books, and then at Watson who was also immersed in the newspaper and threw it out with an ugly face after reading one.

"So, gentlemen, what are you doing?" Elena couldn't bear to look straight at her and asked, "Are you looking for something?"

Hearing her voice, Holmes looked up from the flying papers, looking quite happy.

"Oh, great, Miss Elena," he snapped his fingers, "you are finally done."

Holmes handed over a piece of paper, which contained the crimes Arnold had committed and relevant evidence found in the past two days.

"In fact, we have found evidence," he said, "Brother Quick, Arnold Quick is the murderer, and his brother is the one who organized the theft."

"Oh no, to be precise, it should be a hint," he seemed to think of something, and slightly modified his rhetoric, "because of his hat."

"Hat?" Elena guessed, "From a hat of poor quality, it can be seen that he is not only poorer, but also more stingy in spending money on dressing up, and he is not willing to spend money on giving instructions to others if he has no money?"

"...Not quite," said Holmes with a smile, "but I think you will be impatient to hear how I can reason out the details."

"Ah, yes," Elena readily admitted, "Although I also have a lot of curiosity, I think these things can be discussed after the matter is over. What do I need to do now?"

"We are waiting for his next appearance," said Holmes, "and I have heard that on this Friday, the day after tomorrow, Mr. Darcy will give a great banquet in preparation for his sister's entrance into society."

"But you said that there is already evidence?" Elena was a little puzzled, "To be honest, I don't understand why I can't find his people... Doesn't he have a clothing store in that fashionable area? I don't want to involve Georgiana .”

"Yes, but I have been to their residence and shop, and there is no one there," Holmes put down the letter in his hand. "Besides, it is no longer the question of whether Miss Darcy will be involved."

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Elena.

"This is the letter which was left at the gate of Baker Street this morning," said Holmes. "There are some codes hidden in it. Watson and I have studied it to the effect that—"

He pointed to the dark green blackboard standing beside him.

"See you on Friday, dear Miss Heir," Elena read along the words on the blackboard, "I will give you a special gift, and I will steal something very important to you at the banquet." thing."

She was a little confused, "Something important?"

Elena couldn't figure out what important things she had.

Holmes nodded.

"Watson and I will go in together that day, and I found out the list of banquets, and he will definitely be there that day," he lazily nestled on the sofa, "Then I need you to think about it, Miss Elena, what do you have? What is precious, may become a handle, or can be accused by others, or is of great value, and is very important to you?"

Elena pointed to her head with a blank face, "My hair? My brain?"

Her most precious thing is her hair that is still very thick despite working overtime.

"No, it's impossible," she murmured denying her thoughts.

Hair and brains growing on her doesn't make sense.

Thinking about discussing the house with Georgiana at that time, Elena took a deep breath.

"I see, they mean something," she said through gritted teeth, "I'll go to Georgiana's place tomorrow, and I have to tell her about it."

"Don't worry," said Holmes slowly, rubbing the pipe in his hand, "we will settle this."

He comforted, "In any case, your safety is the most important thing. Please don't worry too much, Miss Elena."

Riley, who was missed at the moment, was leaning on the soft sofa in the new residence, absent-mindedly watching his brother modify the skirt.

As he read it, he thought about his letter.

I don't know if Miss Heir has received it.

If so, has she deciphered it?

Riley knew that he should have hoped that the lady hadn't deciphered it, and it was best that the heir lady had no brains, so that it would be easier for her to be used by him.

Puppet rue is always the most fragrant.

But he couldn't help but think, if that's the case, how could that person say that she is the heir?

A secret delusion he once had... If this is the heir with strong methods, it seems to be not bad?

Did she understand what she left behind?Will you guess in that direction?

From beginning to end, what he wanted to take off was not only her precious heart, but also the throne behind her...

"What are you thinking, Riley," said brother Arnold's voice, "help me step on a sewing machine."

He sewed with a needle in his hand, "I'm going out tomorrow, and someone asked me to try on the clothes I ordered, and this is the one I have in hand. If it doesn't fit, I have to change it quickly."

Riley had to go over and step on the sewing machine for him, and it was almost numb.

Seeing his brother's uncooperative sabotage, Arnold patted him on the back.

"Still thinking about the heir?" He said suspiciously, "You didn't add anything else, did you?"

"No," Riley said listlessly.

Anyway, he wouldn't tell his brother what he did again, and he had to keep the secret of his plan to be a thief.

"You'd better," Arnold's face darkened, "I will take you to the appointment, since this is the request of that person."

He shook off another dress, "Come and try on this, you will wear it to the banquet."

Reluctantly, Riley took the clothes and changed.

It doesn't matter that his brother likes sewing, cooking and flower arrangement outside of his job, he can bear it.

But how did he live his life so hard that he had to intervene in everything?

I feel like I have an extra mother.

When Elena and Mr. Brutt arrived the next day, Georgiana was trying on clothes.

So she went into the inner room alone, while Mr. Brut Jr. waited outside.

Seeing her coming, Georgiana wanted to stand up happily, but was pushed down by her sister-in-law again.

"Put this on first, let's try the effect," Elizabeth said helplessly, "The owner is still waiting outside."

Georgiana had no choice but to sit on the chair peacefully, waiting for the skirt on her body to be arranged.

It was indeed a pretty enough skirt, with a sense of girlish lightness, but also glowing with luster, and the details were handled with a bit of elegance.

When Georgiana stood up again and tried to walk around, the skirt moved like a gurgling water.

"Very beautiful," Elena praised as she walked out with Georgiana.

But before she could boast the second sentence, the people next to her rushed forward.

"Wait a moment," said a strange man, who interrupted their conversation. "I think there is something that needs to be changed a little, Miss Darcy. If you don't mind."

He took out the needle and thread, and after getting approval, he directly altered the dress.

The waistline is lifted a little, which deepens the effect of the skirt spreading out, especially highlighting the slenderness of the girl.

"This is Mr. Arnold Quick," Elizabeth introduced to her. "He runs a women's clothing store on the most fashionable street in London. He is very famous. Our family invited him to design clothes for Georgiana this time."

Elena frowned upon hearing this name.

This is Arnold Quick?

She carefully looked at Arnold, who was half-kneeling on the ground threading needles and threads, concentrating on not raising his head, and then looked at his skillful technique.

If the effort is not in place, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this effect.

"I've heard of him, Mrs. Darcy," Elena said gently.

Not a good name though.She really didn't expect that yesterday she was still talking about the difficulty of finding Brother Quick, and today she had a face-to-face meeting with him at Georgiana's home.

"Yes, he is very famous." Elizabeth smiled at Mr. Darcy who was walking towards them. "If it weren't for Fitzwilliam, it might be more difficult for us to get an appointment with him—you're here?"

Mr. Darcy came up to her, and they exchanged a quick and sweet kiss.

Georgiana happily pulled up her skirt, "Brother, what do you think of this dress?"

She turned around, "Miss Elena and Lizzie both said it was very good!"

"They're right," said Mr. Darcy softly, "it is very pretty."

Then he nodded to Arnold, "Thank you, Mr. Quick."

"No, it's nothing," Arnold said firmly, "This is what I should do."

He had met Elena before, it could even be said that he was very familiar with her.

In fact, Arnold knew that his younger brother was so stupid that he couldn't mistake him, let alone that he was going after the baby girl at the time.

After scolding Riley last time, he asked someone to inquire afterwards, and most of them told him not to meddle. Only the one with the best relationship with him showed a little bit, suggesting to him that his brother is just a hand. The knife in his hand, and this knife did hit the right place.

As for this suitable position, it is not important whether it is the position they saw, or even whether the final result is their original goal.

Then someone used Riley's guise to order him to clean up the mess, find a way to smooth things over, and even continue to do those dirty jobs.

The water on the heir's side was too deep, and he couldn't figure it out at all.

Arnold sighed and gave up thinking about it.

Thinking about it this way, it is best for him and Riley not to get involved with Miss Heir.

It's a pity that Riley has fallen into this pit and is fascinated.

How can he be so stupid?Not only did he expose himself, but he also brought others' blame to himself.

As if it wasn't his own.

If he hadn't promised his mother to take care of his younger brother, such a guy would have been thrown away by him long ago.

When he was full of thoughts, Elena was observing whether he had a wooden bin on him.

It seemed that the bag hanging on his waist was also bulging, and the coat pocket seemed to have an unidentified bulge, and he even carried a bag on his back.

Did he carry an entire underground weapon reserve on his back?

This, wouldn't he feel heavy?

"Can I have a private chat with Mr. Quick?" Elena made an excuse, "I want to find time to order a uniform set of clothes for the servants at home."

He threw a mouse at himself, he had to spend him first and then find a way to catch him, so as not to accidentally hurt others.

"No way," Arnold said weakly, "Miss, our store's prices are not particularly cheap..."

"It's okay," Elena bent her lips, "I'm not short of money."

This happened to be overheard by Mr. Brut Jr. who had just been to the bathroom.

He immediately stood beside Elena, "I can give you a reference, I have seen many different styles of uniforms, and I will definitely help you choose the one you are satisfied with."

His whole heart was overwhelmed by this domineering and majestic "I'm not short of money".

Oh, what a beautiful word.

Isn't this what he has longed for all his life!

Mr. Brut Jr. looked at Arnold with extremely jealous eyes.

Damn, why wasn't that sentence meant for me?

Arnold didn't have time to comment on Mr. Brutt's expression and eyes.

He stared at Elena for a long time, unable to figure out what she was trying to do.

"Okay," he still agreed, "let's talk in the side hall. But can this gentleman not be present?"

Arnold understood with knowledge and interest that Elena would never want to bring someone along to observe how she threatened others, so he said this sentence first.

"How is that going to work," said Mr. Brutt Jr. "I don't think-"

"Okay, Mr. Brutt," Elena stopped his words, "Well, I'll give you something, this is the sketch plan and simple sketch I made yesterday, you just give this to Georgiana Miss and Mrs. Darcy, please explain, with words on the side, don’t worry about missing details, I’ll come back to you after I’ve finished talking with the shopkeeper.”

"But you..." Little Mr. Brut gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay."

He dally left with his notebook in his arms.

Then Elena looked at Arnold, "Let's go."

After arriving at the place and sitting down, Elena suddenly didn't know what to say.

But she doesn't need to do anything.

Before Elena could speak, Arnold stood up respectfully.

startled her.

But Elena maintained her usual cold face.

"Sit," she said simply.

Arnold shook his head, he seemed to have understood why he had such a conversation.

No wonder, how could "that" niece be a simple character?

It's just that Riley underestimated the enemy, and wanted to become her fiancé, and go one step further to the sky, manipulate the power left by that woman in the name of helping, and further erode the power left by "that".

It's just wishful thinking.She estimated that she had already taken over these forces, and maybe even the theft of the diary was a planned cover-up.

"Let me be honest, miss," he said in a low voice, "you and your lord's game, our side—me and my unlucky brother, we don't get involved anymore."

What was he thinking about?

Eileen felt that, perhaps seeing his attitude, she could draw something out of it.

"Oh?" Elena changed her sitting position and put on a look of interest, "Tell me, how do I play games with the 'adult' you call?"

Hearing her words, Arnold felt that he had the bottom line in his heart, and he guessed about [-]% to [-]%.

From the looks of it, Miss doesn't dislike her too much.I can still save it.

"I know that you have completely used the manpower for your own use, and you are too impatient to chatter with us youngsters," Arnold lowered his waist, "We have already known about the matter between you and the adults. To bother you with those things, I will stop it in time."

He whispered, "You also know that the information you hid in the diary was released by my useless brother. I am very sorry for this. I will control him. As for the arrested Wes Mr. Don Ben is no longer with me, but I will find someone to release him when I get back."

Elena frowned.He felt that he had inherited the part of his mother, and he was fighting "that"?

Uncle Ben also fell into their hands?

"You know a lot about this?" Elena continued to ask, "Tell me what you know, and tell me the location of Uncle Ben."

The tone was quite commanding.

"At first it was the one who let out the wind that he had chosen an heir," Arnold said with a wry smile. "We didn't take it seriously at first until Riley waited for many young boys to be called and chose a group of people. This group of people kept saying that you have inherited your mother's talents and manpower, but you have not fully absorbed them. This seems to have aroused their ambitions, and they all want to take advantage of you. Bold, no one else is doing anything. After that, that person ordered me to finish. I didn’t know what Riley did at the time. Then he approached you recklessly... I gave him a tail, and then grabbed Mister Ben."

He lowered his head, "You can punish us however you want."

Then Arnold reported the address where Uncle Ben was being held.

So, it turned out to be like this?

But according to Quick's attitude towards him... maybe she can take advantage of it?

"Oh, so," Elena said without interest, "then go where you should go."

She put the teacup in her hand back on the table, and made a crisp crash, "I am a law-abiding person, I don't want to hear these words again."

Arnold understood her subtext accurately this time.

He breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay, he just went to jail and surrendered, it's not a big deal.

What's more, this is indeed a good idea to avoid disputes.Could this be a hint from Miss Heir?

"Of course, I will go," he responded quickly, "I will go, but can you wait?"

Facing Elena's puzzled gaze, Arnold quickly explained, "Something about this banquet was arranged in advance by that person. It might be a bit, um, inappropriate for me to leave now."

"Okay," Elena agreed, "remember your promise."

Arnold nodded quickly.

Before she walked out of the side hall, Elena suddenly thought of another thing.

"I received a piece of paper yesterday," she asked. "Do you know who wrote it? It seems to be your brother."

Arnold was about to break out in a cold sweat.

"Sorry, I don't know," he immediately apologized, "I really don't know. Don't worry, no matter what stupid things he said, they will be swallowed by him immediately. I will teach him a lesson."

Elena nodded.

"That's good," she said.

Then she met Georgiana who was coming this way.

Georgiana took her hand, her eyes sparkling, "Shall we go for a walk?"

She continued, "I saw your design proposals! There are a few I particularly like, and the one I like the most is that..."

The rest of Arnold didn't listen any more.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Darcy with a bad complexion, he rushed out and let the coachman drive the carriage back.

Arnold leaned against the carriage, almost furious.

"Riley, you're done," he whispered.

After briefly chatting with Georgiana and reminding her to strengthen the security of the banquet, Elena hurried back to Baker Street and told Holmes the details of the meeting.

Then forget about these things.

Elena quite believed in Holmes' ability, but she couldn't think of any tricks by herself.Now that she has entrusted Holmes, no matter what follow-up matters, she will also entrust him.

As Party A, at this time, you only need to ask about the progress from time to time.

She originally planned to go to Madam Barra's store to buy a dress temporarily, but what she didn't expect was that the earl had already prepared clothes for her and sent them over.

Coupled with Mr. Brutt, who strongly asked to be her male companion so that he could better introduce her business, it was simply annoying.

The best news is that Holmes not only rescued Uncle Ben, but also rescued a series of people who were imprisoned there.

It is also gratifying to congratulate Inspector Lestrade to send these guys who were illegally imprisoned to Scotland Yard.

On the day of the banquet, Elena took little Mr. Brutt into the door, and found a place to sit down.

Little Mr. Brutt tried his best to stir up the topic, but Elena evaded everything.

Elena is not in the mood to cooperate with children's playfulness now.

She knew that Holmes and Watson would be in the party, but she was a little unsure what was going to happen at the party this time.

If it is assigned by "that"...

"Well, so this is the male companion you have chosen, my dear lady," a male voice interrupted her train of thought.

He glanced critically at Mr. Brut Jr., "I don't think it's very good, especially this outfit, which is very ordinary and tasteless."

Riley was fined for one night, and now everyone is unhappy. He finally got rid of his brother's entanglement, and saw that the person he was trying to pursue was chatting with another person.

He said why this young lady was so cruel and merciless, and told his parents directly about his love letter.

It turns out that there is already a flower of understanding language!

Eileen looked up, and found that it was a man with a handsome appearance, but with a faint gloomy look in his eyes, a man she didn't know at all.

But the tone of this person is very familiar.

Just as Elena frowned, and opened her mouth a little displeased, and wanted to ask the name of this blatant person, Mr. Brutt took the topic first.

Mr. Brutt Jr. felt it was finally time for his performance.

He can answer this question!This is the occasion he is familiar with!

"Yeah," he made a sad expression, "I'm not as good as this gentleman, I'm not very good at dressing up, and no one taught me, I also want to be as good as you, alas, unfortunately I can't do anything Good. Sir, you are different, you are so powerful, you must have met many people."

Barold, who was passing by, shivered.

Seeing Elena's face gradually darken, he seized the time to walk away with his friend.

He originally wanted to have a chat with Elena, to exchange a little bit about the newly employed job, but now it seems that he should not go.

If she doesn't like her and loses his new office, then she won't cry.

"Why don't you go," the friend patted him, "Look, there are two people who are jealous of that beautiful lady. Would you like to go over and get to know each other?"

"This is not a beautiful lady," he said bitterly, "I'm afraid you don't know who she is."

It was his last stubbornness to strike up a conversation and not kneel down to call his father.