Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Lestrade was stunned holding the feather duster.Is this some new method of education?

For a moment, he didn't know whether he was using the handcuffs in his other hand or not.

The maid at the side looked at her empty hands in a daze, wondering if she should go and get the things back.

She just took care of the dust that was rubbed on the porcelain just now, why did the cleaning tools suddenly disappear?

Little Mr. Brut, who caused all this, sat down on the sofa just now quite naturally, and merged into the conversation between the gentleman and the lady.

Regardless of Riley, who was handcuffed, struggling, and glaring at him, he briskly introduced the business to everyone.

Little Mr. Brut knows very well, especially in front of the ladies' fathers, he should not show his hospitality too much.

At this time, he should show a working attitude, so that the earl understands that he is a reliable gentleman and an excellent son-in-law candidate!

The Earl shook his head when he saw this scene.

It's rare for him to appreciate someone, but he didn't expect that he also loves work!How can this work!

The count sighed regretfully, and stopped Watson.

"I've heard about it," he said. "Tell me what happened."

Next to them were Holmes who had changed back into his clothes, and Elena who was listening to Holmes explain what happened.

The incident this time was basically the trouble caused by this Riley Quick. He originally planned to destroy the crystal lamp through the mechanism at the banquet, causing casualties, and took it as a special gift.

But he didn't expect that his accomplice was caught clean before he made a move, and Holmes also replaced his little mechanism.

In addition, there seems to be a little mystery about why Arnold, the brother, has to come here to clean up the mess.

According to Arnold, it seems to be related to another matter.Someone was going to deliver a message at the banquet, but Arnold didn't know who that person was or how.

Since her father also wanted to hear it, Elena turned around after hearing the words.

"Father, Mr. Holmes is telling me the whole story," she said, laughing. "Would you like to listen?"

The count shook his head in disgust. He had seen it last time, and Sherlock Holmes, who knew how to detect cases, was not at all as good as this Dr. Watson in terms of storytelling.

What's more, he is still chasing the doctor's serialized short stories, so he should ask him about the development of the follow-up chapters at this time.

But you can't say that on the surface.

You have to find an excuse, what excuse?

Seeing the hordes of people on the side, the earl had an idea.

"What's the use of listening to this," he said coldly, "as a lady, there is no need to touch this. Go dance, I don't think you usually dance much."

Not to mention what if the daughter knows more and really goes to shipbuilding?

He had asked someone last time, and the renovation of the London sewer had nothing to do with Elena at all.

The jazz has a family and a family, so there is no need for any heirs to play tricks.

Probably Holmes guessed something and deliberately misled him.

No, Sherlock Holmes by her side must be taken to do some mindless work to make them forget about it.

The count thought he had an excellent idea.

He took a little look at Holmes' height, then at his own daughter's, which was almost just right for dancing.

Seeing that Sherlock Holmes and Elena are the same kind of people, they have nothing in their eyes except their jobs, and the types of jobs are different. If two boring people get together, can there be any sparks?

If it is a spark, it is also a ruthless spark that can't talk about anything.

And Yvette was especially good at telling stories back then.

What if his daughter inherits his habit of choosing a spouse and picks someone who can tell stories?

The count glanced at Dr. Watson next to him, and suddenly felt that his originally gentle and kind face became horrifying.

Isn't this the look that makes ladies have a natural liking!It's better to tell him a story, and don't go to Elena's side.

"Okay, it happens that you have Mr. Holmes by your side," the count simply ordered, "you go to dance together."

He added warningly, "Don't contradict my order. Go."

Then I followed Watson to the back.

The Earl's pace was quite cheerful, as if he couldn't wait.

Elena and Holmes exchanged glances.

"I don't want to dance," she said. "I think dancing is a waste of time. And it's pointless."

Holmes raised his eyebrows and smiled, and nodded in agreement.

"But in that case," he said slowly, "maybe your father won't agree."

This is not serious thinking, just a meaningless joke.

"Then just don't let him see it, let's talk in the back," Elena shrugged, and said, "I just want to find out what this group of people has spread and caused rumors all over the city—oh, Georgiana!"

The protagonist of this banquet walked slowly towards her. Georgiana was dressed up very eye-catchingly today, attracting many people's glances along the way.

Elena pinned the hair that fell on her forehead to the back of her ears, and shouted in surprise, "I thought you were dancing in front—I'm sorry for causing such a big mess at your banquet, and attracting a lot of attention. Detective."

"You didn't make a fuss," Georgiana took her hand and said in a low voice. "I have to thank you very much. I never thought that guy would come to the door. Fortunately, you and your friend Holmes Sir, he dared not dare to be presumptuous, and is now arrested by Scotland Yard in another way. I should really thank you for protecting my name."

That rascal?Elena knew nothing about it.

She looked at Holmes with some doubts, feeling that it seemed to be a very private topic.

"But I think," Georgiana changed the subject, and her voice became normal again, "it's time to change the tune, won't you go down and dance?"

"If you don't dance all the time, it will be difficult for me as the organizer," she said coquettishly, "Come on, let's go dance. Where's your male partner, Elena? "

Boyfriend?

Speaking of her boyfriend, Elena turned her head to look in the direction of Mr. Brut Jr.

He was talking loudly, trying to tell everyone about the newly developed business scope of the firm, and seemed to be quite satisfied with his current situation.

"He is working hard, and I don't want to disturb him," Elena declined.

It's rare to get promoted once, and she hopes that Brutt will keep it up and give him more salary when the project is settled.

"Well then," sighed Georgiana, "I thought Mr. Holmes would like to ask you to dance?"

She wanted to say something more, but someone asked her to dance again, so she had to apologize to both of them, and went back to the dance floor.

"Oh, wait—I suppose," said Holmes, leaning thoughtfully on the wall, "follow me."

He got into the crowd directly, and then quickly stood in the center of the side.

Elena was a little puzzled and followed his movements to the dance floor, standing against the wall, "What?"

The two are now in a position where they can overlook the crowds on the dance floor. Not only did she see the Darcys dancing happily, but she also saw Mr. Bingley and his wife who had entrusted their firm with real estate transactions.

I heard that Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley were not only friends, but also married a lady from the same family as his wife and became brother-in-law. Mrs. Darcy named Elizabeth was the second lady of the Bennet family.

This also made Miss Bennet famous for her beauty and virtuousness.

Holmes lowered his head slightly, moving closer to where she happened to be able to hear.

"Look there," he said in a low voice, raised his hand and pointed to the approximate location by straightening his collar, "a person who never looked in our direction. Even if we changed positions, he was equally clever He deliberately avoided directing his gaze here. And the more deliberate, the more his purpose will be revealed."

Elena followed the trend and saw that it was a man who also looked quite young.

Her intuition told her that there was a high probability that this person had the same purpose as Riley, and also came for the "heir's husband".

But at this moment, he was embracing the girl in his arms and staring at her, as if he had obtained some rare treasure.

The two danced and looked like a pair of passionate lovers.

"The girl he danced with was Lydia Bennet Wickham," Holmes explained in a low voice. "Her husband has just been taken away for assisting the Quick Brothers. She doesn't seem to know it. I'm just worried. That's the point, if the man's intentions are bad—I saw a letter in his pocket, the Quick Brothers were more of a cover, and that Arnold told me there was going to be a message at the banquet."

"I need your help, Miss Elena," he said, "but it might be dangerous, and if you want, I think we can try it. The next piece is a country dance, and you can dance Is it? I need to be near him."

Elena raised her eyebrows, "Of course, although I'm not very proficient, it's enough to deal with it. You plan to use the dance cycle to get close to him? That's fine too."

She handed Holmes her hand, "I wish you success."

The two waited for the band to play new dance music, and then held hands and slid onto the dance floor.

It was Darcy and his wife who were leading the dance in the front row, and Elena was standing at the back of the line.

What's more, the pair they were worrying about was near them.

Elena made a rough estimate, and according to the usual dance sequence, she should be able to lean over in a while.

The music is on.

Elena lifted the hem of her skirt, lowered her head slightly, and saluted her partner.

When she looked up, she just met Holmes' eyes.

Although she was a good neighbor and could be called a friend, it was the first time that Elena observed Holmes' appearance so closely.

Almost belatedly, she realized that in terms of handsomeness, Holmes might not be inferior to Mr. Brut Jr. at all.

He has a pair of clear and sharp eyes, a thin face, and his whole body reveals a bit of vigilance and determination.

Noticing Elena's gaze, Holmes smiled at her reassuringly, "Don't worry."

In this way, his usual gray eyes, which can almost penetrate people's hearts, revealed a bit of a gentle gentleman.

Elena put aside her complicated thoughts and concentrated on thinking about the next action.

The two stood up straight, followed the rhythm of the music, circled lightly, and held hands again.

Country dancing was a basic social skill, but Elena wasn't very social or danced very much.

Although her limbs are fairly well-coordinated, compared to these people who have been active in dance parties all year round, it still seems a bit insufficient.

But although the dance moves were rather poor, her job was not to dance, and she didn't care much.

With the continuous staggered formation, the two quite successfully approached Lydia's side, and then according to the dance requirements, Holmes successfully "passed" by the man's side.

He paused for a while, bumped into the man's arm quite naturally, then pretended to be unbalanced and tugged at the hem of his clothes a little, then walked away with the things in his pocket.

Then he quickly got up and apologized, and then returned to the dance queue.

The whole process was very smooth and took less than 1 minute.

When the two of them held hands and jumped to the end of the line, Elena wiped off her sweat, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to the resting position.

"You got it, didn't you?" The two sat down at the tea table, and she asked, "It's good enough, I don't think he noticed it yet."

Holmes did not answer this obvious result.

He just gently picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then smiled slowly and said, "You dance very well, Miss Elena."

The author has something to say: [I almost forgot to come back and say it, let's draw a prize for this chapter!Babies who leave a message in the comment area will try it with me!Newly developed lottery system!Hoarse.jpg] Summary of this chapter: Earl’s magic (?)

count:?I did nothing.They are messing around with themselves.

British country dance is quite famous, like Jane Austen's books in the Regency period, such as Pride and Prejudice, and Emma's dance is this kind of multi-person dance. It was originally a fashion trend brought by Elizabeth I, but it remained until the end of the 19th century. Very popular, it feels a lot like a square dance (x)

But in fact the queue is complex and changeable, the dance steps are simple, just holding hands and turning in circles, it also requires graceful posture, changing the center of gravity, and it is quite difficult to dance well. Thank you for your support. I also read the comments, hug and kiss~

Amway, my friend's cat raising literature (?) is Little Milk Spider x Little Milk Orange, so go and have a look! !She really has a cat/hoarse at home, I'm so hungry!

"The Parker's Tabby Orange Cat [Comprehensive British and American]"

id: 4472686

Author: Gu Qingqi tea tree mushroom

The little milk spider raised a little milk orange.

Delicate body and soft body are good at being cute.

Unexpectedly, raising a little milk orange would turn into a strong orange.

Another way to rule the world.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 Xixi;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle at the corner, 1 bottle at licking; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!