Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

When Elena returned to Baker Street with a full cart, she happened to meet Holmes and Watson.

The two seemed a little restless and walked towards the door with big strides, but seeing Elena struggling to carry the things in, they still reached out and carried the things over.

"Thank you so much," Elena heaved a sigh of relief, and followed the two into the door, "How was today's investigation?"

When she went downstairs in the morning, she heard that Holmes and Watson planned to go to the place where McFarlane's mother lived to ask, but it seemed that the two were not in high spirits.

"Ah, I have to confess, this trip to Celexis was really not very good," Holmes put the things in the cupboard, "wrong, everything is wrong! We went in the wrong direction. Trade is really one step faster."

He put the things away in an orderly manner, then turned around and leaned against the table, looking at Elena.

"And you, Miss Elena," asked Holmes, "have you received anything from Earl Molson?"

He looked irritable and worried, and his whole person showed a kind of heaviness.

"Not a lot, but there's always a little bit," Elena shrugged. "Maybe we can go up and talk?"

She put the things in her hands on the top of the cabinet, "After you have calmed down for a while."

Holmes and Watson glanced at each other and nodded.

So Elena went upstairs first, and was busy with the architectural design commissioned by Georgiana for a while.

The plan has almost been finalized, and the construction team has been found, and construction will start this week.

If there is no accident, I will temporarily hand over the work of the supervisor to Little Brutt, and she just has time to check those accounts.

The tip of the pen drew one arc after another on the paper, but just as Elena was about to complete it, she heard a sharp violin sound.

The unexpected music made Elena's hands almost tremble.

She stuffed some cotton into her ears, took the time to finish drawing the picture, and then clipped it into the file.

After putting the pen back into the box, Elena pursed her lips, and took out the cotton with some hesitation for the first time.

Then what flooded into my ears was Sherlock Holmes's deep and changeable violin sound, which was sometimes sharp and sometimes gloomy, and it was obvious that the player was not in a good mood.

After listening for a while, Elena couldn't help but stuffed the cotton back again.

Unlucky reminder, it's too ugly, it's really too ugly.

For the first time, she felt that it was not a good thing to be a neighbor with Holmes.

Although Holmes didn't play the violin often, it was fatal to play it.

When Holmes played the violin before, Elena happened to be away from home, but Dr. Watson highly appreciated his level, and Elena believed it.

did not expect…

Although Elena didn't go to concerts very often, she knew that it had nothing to do with beauty. It was like all the demons from hell had come out and laughed loudly around this small house, loud and evil, making People are on tenterhooks.

No, it's not right, it feels like a song that even demons would tremble when they hear it!

Listening to the increasingly aggressive music, Elena couldn't help stuffing more cotton into her ears.

Fortunately, Dr. Watson was at least half right.

Not long after the "moving" sound lasted, the melody began to melodious.

Elena finally breathed a sigh of relief, and changed into her ordinary clothes at home accompanied by soothing music.

She guessed that it would not be long before Holmes would knock at the door.

Sure enough, after she put on the necklace, there was a knock on the door.

Before Holmes called out to her, Elena got up and opened the door.

"Come on," she said to Holmes, "I have packed my things."

Holmes nodded, and closed the door for her by the way.

The two went down to the living room on the second floor, where Watson was writing something in his diary.

Seeing Elena coming, he stood up.

"Please sit down, Miss Molson," he said quite familiarly, "I've made a chair for you, while... playing the violin."

Watson smiled helplessly at Elena.

Elena knew exactly what Watson meant, and she smiled wryly at Holmes who turned to pour tea.

Hope not to come again next time.

"I am sorry for your discomfort," said Holmes loudly, as though he had eyes behind his back, although he was pouring out his tea. "But you will have to get used to it, it is inevitable—"

He placed the tray heavily on the small table, handed Elena a cup of tea, and passed Watson's cup to Watson, "After all, it's about venting emotions."

Elena smiled.

"Then let's start?" She suggested directly, "End sooner, I'm going to close the accounts again."

Holmes nodded.

"Just tell me where you found it now," he said bluntly.

"Father told me that this architect's character is quite ordinary," Elena replied, "he used to be intimidating. Since Uncle Ben was involved at that time, it should also have something to do with the East District. The accounts are not clear, and he should have been tampered with." Certainly, but as to how big this thing is, I don't know at the moment. I need a suitable person who is proficient in mathematics to help me check the accounts."

She looked at Holmes, "I think you should be recommended by someone? You have good character, you have held a post in the government, you are proficient in mathematics, and it is best to be familiar with us—"

"There is one," said Holmes, somewhat reluctantly, "to whom I often ask similar questions."

He clasped his hands together and sighed, "If it's not necessary, I don't particularly want to find him."

"You have conflicts?" Elena asked.

She looked at Watson, thinking that he knew something, but found that he was also at a loss.

"No, no," Holmes shook his head. "That man is my brother, Mycroft. I'll take you to Simpson's Riverside Restaurant in a little while to find him. He should be there today."

He didn't want to talk more, so he changed the topic, "Our investigation has come to an impasse today. McFarlane's father has passed away. I went to see his mother in Helexis. The anger and anxiety she showed not only made me I learned that Oldacre is indeed a villain, which further proves that the two families do have a feud. If the people from the Metropolitan Police Department have indeed been to Helexis as she said, then this will only further corroborate their belief. guess."

"He's a villain," Elena said affirmatively. "He dared to send a horse's head to my father. It's not a simple character. On the contrary, I think McFarlane is more like an innocent victim."

Holmes raised his eyebrows, "It turns out that he has done this more than once."

"What?" Elena was a little confused, "Why isn't this the first time?"

Holmes looked at Watson, beckoning him to explain.

"On the day of his former lover, Mrs. McFarlane's wedding, Oldecke sent back a picture of her to that Mrs. McFarlane," Watson said, putting down his pen. The whole thing was broken into pieces."

Elena sighed.

"It's over the top," she said, "but it certainly confirms that there is a personal feud between the two."

"Yes," said Watson, "that lady, recently widowed and wearing a black veil, looks terribly sad for her only son to have such a misfortune."

He also sighed, "I sincerely hope that this matter can be resolved, although all the clues given now are unfavorable."

"So are you planning to go to Norwood tomorrow?" Elena asked, "Then take me with you."

She thought for a while, and added, "Maybe your brother, if I can convince him tonight."

Holmes lit a cigarette, looked at Elena with a smile, "It seems that you are very confident?"

The smoke spreads, swirls, and eventually granules and disappears into the air.

"I obviously used an uncertain tone?" Elena also said with a smile.

Holmes nodded, "But you have a little habit, Miss Elena. Every time you make up your mind to do something, you always clasp your hands and rub your thumb."

He put out the cigarette butt, crossed his hands behind his head, sank into the soft sofa, and meditated.

Simpson Riverside Restaurant is located on Riverside Road. Because it is still close to Baker Street, they simply abandoned the carriage and chose to walk, which is good for the body.

Watson declined this invitation. He had an appointment tonight with another old friend who had just arrived in London, so it was left to Elena and Holmes to go there on foot.

The breeze is blowing, and the river bank is sparkling.

If you have nothing to do in your free time, strolling in this area is undoubtedly a pleasant enjoyment.

But unfortunately, neither of them was in the mood to appreciate it.

Elena had the ledger in mind, and Holmes was still looking for clues about the Norwood architect case.

After hesitating for a while, Elena still spoke.

"What was your brother like, Mr. Holmes?" she asked.

Holmes looked up and gave her a serious look.

"Knowing what kind of person he is will not do you any good to convince him," he turned his wrist, flexibly placed the gentleman's stick on his shoulder, and said quickly, "Mycroft is a smart people."

"Smarter than you?" Elena asked with a smile.

It was the first time she had heard Holmes, who was usually quite proud, say such a thing.

"Much wiser than I am," answered Holmes.

He took a few steps forward, "If in a sense, he is the British government, that's right."

"Then I'm afraid this matter will trouble him too much," Elena hesitated, "maybe I can borrow someone from him?"

She doesn't necessarily want Holmes' brother himself, as long as she is proficient in accounts and a little natural trust in herself.

"You can speak to him yourself," said Holmes. "I think he might be more interested in the matter himself."

The two stood at the door and looked at the pattern on the door for a while.

"Can you tell who carved it?" asked Holmes.

Elena said uncertainly, "Probably not. Oh no, maybe?"

She vaguely felt that she had seen it before, "Probably..."

Elena reported a name.

Holmes shrugged, "Yes. After the restaurant became famous in 1828, it changed to a new door."

The two stopped, and the gesture of pointing was noticed by the waiter waiting inside.

The waiter came out quickly and asked politely, "Madam and gentleman, what can I do for you?"

"We have an appointment," Holmes announced a figure.

The waiter gave him a scrutinizing look.

"Yes, sir," he said, "this way please."

The author has something to say: [bigwig will arrive on the scene]

Simpson Riverside Restaurant: It is near the river and has a good environment. It is Holmes' favorite restaurant.He dined here twice in "The Prominent Client" and also mentioned in "The Dying Detective", "Thank you, Watson. You have to help me get dressed. When I finish my work at the police station, I thought it would be appropriate to go to Simpson's for some nutritious and delicious food."

McFarlane's father: In the original book, he didn't die, but he was running for his son. Here, he changed it into a man who died not long ago to rationalize the revenge of the old architect. "If in a sense, he is the British government, That's right." This sentence is the original sentence of "The Bruce-Partington Project" in "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes", here is the setting of the original work (not the setting of God Xia Maige)

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