Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena froze for a moment.

Then he blinked unnaturally, "Thank you, thank you?"

Holmes raised his eyebrows, put the envelope on the table first, then fumbled a few times, and opened it.

A pendant inlaid with precious stones fell out, apparently just removed.

Then he seemed to be quite happy to look at the gem left and right.

"Ha!" said Holmes, laughing. "It's exactly what I thought."

Seeing this jewel, Elena subconsciously touched the pendant hanging around her neck.

"It looks familiar," she said cautiously.

"Yes," said Holmes, "if you have noticed before, there is actually such a necklace around the neck of the baby in the Galloping Carriage case."

He held it up to the sun, squinted his eyes, and took out the magnifying glass out of nowhere.

Elena didn't actually pay attention, the child was well protected by the mother at the time, and she didn't see the face at all.

She felt familiar simply because this pendant was very similar to the one she had just replaced before going to the dinner.

Eileen stared at the pendant following Holmes' movements, but the more she looked at it, the more frightened she became.

"It was lost by the wife of a certain Privy Councilor," said Holmes, throwing the pendant in his hands, and said with certainty, "not today, but a few days ago. Another old friend of ours, Harley, lost it." Stolen from where it was supposed to be, now it's time to return it to its rightful owner, the lady is chatting with Mrs Darcy up front."

"I think it's kind of familiar," Elena said, "I always feel like I've seen it more than once."

She can't remember now.

"The famous Eye of Horus, my dear Miss Elena, many Egyptians like to carry these little amulets around," Holmes snapped his fingers. The pendant around her neck was a birth present from her late Sir Grandfather, and her pendant was identified during the night of her stay at Scotland Yard. The real intention of these people is undoubtedly that this interesting little Stuff, the police department in London has been busy with all kinds of lost and found recently."

"Then I think we can return the things?" Elena asked. "I think the owner should be very anxious. This amulet seems to be very important."

"Of course," replied Holmes. "In fact, they should not be far from here."

The two returned the pendant, and after receiving the lady's thanks, they went back to the back and drank tea unhurriedly.

Although the place they were in was called a resting place, it was actually near the rear right, in the courtyard, and since the crowd was almost all in the banquet hall, it was very quiet for a while.

The most important thing is that neither of them like to join in the fun. Staying behind for a while, away from the noisy crowd, the air is not bad, but it refreshes the mind.

On a still sunny afternoon, the shadows of the trees in the courtyard swayed slightly, and a few bright light spots fell from the leaves, shimmering like gold.

Elena took a sip of tea, thinking that maybe she should bring a sketchbook with her to pass the time, but unfortunately she only had the usual T-square for self-defense.

So she traced the floor plan of the place in the palm of her hand a little, killing time.

Elena didn't wait for Holmes to speak until she finished the tea in the cup.

Instead, I saw him clasping his hands together, thinking about something thoughtfully.

No wonder he didn't leave immediately.

"What are you thinking, Mr. Holmes?" Elena asked. "A new case?"

"No," said Holmes, "ah, no. I was thinking of your commission."

He turned sideways and looked at Elena, "Actually, I still have a few key points that I haven't figured out, but it's okay, the truth will soon come to light."

"I'm not in a hurry about this," Elena shook her head, "I always feel that it's better for you or me."

"How do you get the feeling?" Holmes frowned, and asked carefully, "Letters? Those hints? I don't think this kind of thing that threatens others can be resolved slowly, but should be resolved as soon as possible, so as not to cause serious problems. more damage."

"It's a message from someone behind the scenes. He's been telling me that," Elena replied. "You know, I'm a fairly dedicated architect. All the while, whether it's my father's sudden change of heart, Or the news that has come in these few times, or the arrest of these people, all have a hint that I should act quickly."

It was as if someone shouted that it was on fire, then lit a cigarette next door, and fanned the smell of smoke with a fan, hoping that the people in the house would rush over.

"And if I'm not in a hurry to think about this kind of thing now and try to avoid it," Elena continued to explain, "the people behind the scenes may be even more anxious. Now he's hiding behind the scenes, even separated by several floors, but if next time If I act hastily because I am indifferent, I will show my feet."

"So you've been trying to avoid yourself from investigating these things?" Holmes said sharply, "Miss Elena, it's no wonder you hardly asked me about the case after entrusting it to me. Even if Watson talked about these in-depth topics, you always avoiding on purpose."

"Me?" Elena laughed, "On the one hand, I am afraid that my emotions will be affected, and on the other hand, I really have no interest in this. People who deal with art are always a little sensitive. Sensitive artists are good. An artist who is ruled by emotions will not be a qualified architect. I have been trying to strip emotions out of my work."

"But that's not what you said last time," said Holmes, shaking his head. "You told Watson that you are putting a great passion into architecture, and that only this passion can produce the right architecture."

He was on the side at that time, leaning against the window thinking about another case, but this did not prevent him from hearing this sentence clearly.

"Private relationships and cases are two different things," Elena replied in his own words, "Appearance does not determine a person's character, because it is a foolish thing to bet on others because of personal appearance preferences, you see, what you say I will No less memorable, Mr Holmes."

"You may not believe it," Elena recalled her friend's evaluation of him, and then laughed, "Sometimes I feel that you are walking on the edge of good and evil, and sometimes I feel that it is really amazing to have you in the world. A happy thing."

He is admirable and respected, not because he is a genius, but because he is a genius of justice.

She didn't feel much about these words before, but now, as a beneficiary, she has a very clear understanding.

A qualified, dedicated, justice-seeking consulting detective with whom you have a good relationship is indeed a reliable friend.

"The criminals in London don't think so," said Holmes, laughing too.

"They'll say," Elena spread her hands, "'Oh, it's that nosy Holmes again,' won't they?"

This is again from what Watson said last time.

Holmes could not help laughing.

"It seems that you still listen to those stories, Miss Molson," he said jokingly after he finished laughing, "I really thought that everything goes in one ear and out the other?"

"That's just a story told by Dr. Watson, Mr. Holmes. Well, I'll check the time," Elena changed the subject, "to be honest, I kind of want to go back. What about you, Mr. Holmes? I remember you Is there still a case at hand that has not been completed?"

Before her proposal was answered, someone interrupted their solitude.

"It's not necessarily a good habit to leave someone else's banquet, honorable Miss Molson," someone came over with a glass of wine and said eccentrically, "And you said why you want to be a female architect, I know, woman It’s always like that, because a little emotion slacks off.”

The person who came looked a little familiar, and Elena thought about it for a while, but she couldn't remember who he was.

"Sorry," Elena asked hesitantly, "Are you—"

"The architect, Mr. Crevey, who was dismissed by your father," Holmes said quickly, "has not been doing well recently. After hearing about the Earl and Miss Molson's evaluation of you, it seems that no firm will hire you again. You? It seems that your apprentice is still with you, but he seems to have not taken good care of you recently. It seems that your lover left you after hearing about this, and it seems to be a big blow to you."

He thought for a moment, then added, "And left out of the list by Keats—what a sad state of affairs, sir."

Crewe blushed, "Although I'm disrespectful to you, Miss Molson, you can't insult me ​​like that."

He said angrily, "This is pure slander, I've never had a lover—"

"Your bosom, sir," said Holmes, "is fastened with a brooch, new and bright, evidently given to you by someone close to you, of a style I have seen in a shop, of a fashionable style, evidently belonging to a young lady." .Did she rush to get married recently, but you turned her down because of the financial situation?"

Creevey opened his mouth, "Yes, but..."

He originally wanted to ask how he could tell this, but in a blink of an eye he saw Elena pursing her lips, as if she was mocking him, and became furious again.

"You are indeed a beautiful lady, Miss Molson, and your lover is also very good," Creevey said through gritted teeth, "but you are still not suitable for the construction industry! Even if you suppress me and my students because of this, that's okay." You can't stop me from coming over and saying these things to you this time!"

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Look, you also have a lover, and no matter how strong the will of a woman with a lover is, she will always be weak. This is not a good way to build! There is power and oppression, and I still want to tell you , women are not worthy of being architects!"

Elena turned her head to look at Holmes and sighed.

"Excuse me, may I have some privacy, Mr. Holmes?"

She felt that the following scene was not suitable for Sherlock Holmes to watch.

It has nothing to do with image, mainly because she wants to deal with her personal grievances, there is no need to involve Holmes.

Holmes nodded, but said a little worriedly, "Miss Elena, if you need—"

"I'll call you, thank you," replied Elena, "if I need to, I'll call you."

Then Elena turned to Mr. Crewey who came up to her and questioned this and that.

She actually found it kind of funny.This person actually thinks that he was fired because of power, not because he is really bad at drawing?

Don't you even have basic aesthetics?

"What are you going to do?" Creevey took two steps back vigilantly, and asked, "I'm not those people, you can't buy me with money. It's good for you and me to advise you to get out of the construction industry as soon as possible..."

Elena didn't answer this question, instead she smiled and asked him another question.

"Did you say that to your lover too?" She said with the corners of her lips bent, "It's that sentence, women will become weak when they talk about feelings."

Although Creevey was puzzled, he still nodded.

"Then I wish her escape from the sea of ​​suffering," Elena laughed.

She reached out her hand to signal Crewe to come closer, "Let me show you something."

Creevey frowned, and complied in a bit of a daze.

Could it be that this young lady wanted to show her favor to him?

Then Elena stretched out her hand to grab it, pulled out the T-square directly, and put it on Crewe's neck in a swift manner.

"You made a mistake," Elena said word by word, "I can do whatever I want, there is no need to argue with you about it."

She slapped him twice with the T-square forcefully, and then compared the T-square to his eyes.

"See it clearly?" Elena asked, "The carved T-square."

Then he approached the stunned architect, stared into his eyes and said.

"Shut up, drawing is not as good as my little trash," Elena sneered, "Lady can not only be a top talent in the field of architects, but also slap you with a carved T-square, thank you for your cooperation."