Mary's Nineteenth Century

Old Reggie, a woodworker, knew little more about his son Waller than Bella did.

"You want to see Waller's old stuff?"

Old Reggie did not expect that after witnessing a disturbance, the intended house buyer would come to his house.

"Yes, since you don't know much about Mr. Waller's troubles, I'd like to find out."

Mary made up an excuse, such as not missing a good house because of one-sided words.

Although Waller caused troubles in front of him, such as provoking gang members to smash Bella's house, but now he also wants to confirm what the troubles are.

Mary said that if it is not a big problem, it is not completely impossible to consider continuing to buy houses on Vanilla Road.

Old Reggie hesitated a little, but looking at the well-dressed couple in front of him, and Waller's relics were not worth much, it shouldn't be a problem for others to see.

"Okay, please follow me into the house. In fact, there are not many things left by Waller, and I am sorting them out."

Waller had been dead for half a month, and had just been buried two days ago. Old Reggie hadn't had time to sort out all his son's belongings.

As old Reggie said, Waller's personal belongings were not many.

In line with the living conditions of the Reggie family, no matter whether it is clothing, toys, books, etc., there are no high-priced items.

Waller had been a typographer, a rather dull job, until he received a gift money to go to New York.

"Mr. Minton, please look at these."

Mycroft found something interesting, however.He looked through some yellowed notebooks kept by Waller, which contained some mechanical diagrams.The brushwork is not beautiful, and the proportions of the equipment are inevitably out of balance, but the content of the painting is very creative.

Mary took it, and saw abstract images similar to telephone receivers and gramophones on the notebook.

Those are all inventions that haven't come out yet. Waller's paintings can't be said to be pictographically specific, but they can be seen with a kind of whimsy.

"Great picture."

Mary flipped through the period of the painting, "It was ten years ago, when Waller was 15 years old."

Mycroft nodded, "I've looked for it, and there's only this picture album. However, one is enough to show that the young Waller is very good at fantasizing."

As Mary looked at the drawings, it was hard to say whether Waller would have become an inventor had he been given the chance to learn more.

The reality cannot be changed.

Wharton's family conditions are average, and he never thought about going to college, let alone engaging in private research.

As far as Reggie Sr. was concerned, Waller's mother had lung disease while he was there.Medical treatment needs money, and it was also from that year that Waller began to work as a newspaper worker.

Maybe everyone has strengths and dreams, but in real life, few lucky people can show their strengths without any scruples.

Mary looked at some second-hand books, which were introductory books on mechanical manufacturing, and suddenly came up with an idea.

"Mrs. Roman, do you think there is a possibility? Waller is still the same as him when he was a teenager. The so-called gift money is not from bravery, but a buyout fee for inventing equipment."

The gift money equivalent to [-] pounds is really a lot.

Half a year ago, Mary saved Georgiana's life. Darcy's thank you seems to be more than that, but it should be noted that it includes many tests.

In this era, are there many wealthy businessmen with a conscience like Darcy?

Mary does not judge the character of other people, but one thing is for sure, the difference between the rescuer and the rescued will affect the amount of thank you.

Did Waller meet a wealthy businessman who would repay his kindness, or did he have other sources of huge wealth?

"Last night, I sent a telegram to ask friends in New York for help. Maybe tomorrow I can get Waller's friends in New York and check whether there are rich businessmen who support Waller."

Mycroft said so.In fact, when he came to Boston, he had already found out that the so-called wealthy businessmen who Waller helped bravely had never appeared on Wall Street.

However, this should not be the clue Mrs. Roman has.

Since it was an excuse to find Mrs. Susan's body, how could it be possible to investigate Waller before arriving in Boston.

Mycroft: Very well, as expected of me, acting all the way.

"You're very thoughtful, and I hope your friend will find out in time what's going on in New York."

Mary spoke sincerely, as if she would wait patiently for news from New York.

Turning around, she was sure that Mrs. Roman had 90.00% received the letter from New York. The investigation of Waller's relationship may not have found any valuable clues.

Why sure?

It's not intuition, but an inference based on Roman's behavior.

Did this man come to Boston simply to visit graves?Is it simply to retrieve Susan's body?

If the answer is no, the target was Wharton in the first place, so why not investigate in New York first.

Mary was quite patient, and she quietly waited for what surprises and fun Mrs. Roman from Paris would bring.

The two smiled with their own ghosts, no, they should continue to hide it from you.

Under such circumstances, the search was able to continue in an orderly and normal manner.

Waller was unable to leave more manuscripts.

The two searched around and asked old Reggie if he knew his son's talent in mechanical making or creating inventions?

Old Reggie just shook his head blankly. "Invention? Do you mean an invention like the telegraph? Oh! Impossible! You two think highly of Waller, my boy, he doesn't have that ability at all."

"is it?"

Mycroft took out those drawing manuscripts, "These are left by Waller, don't you think they are very creative?"

Creative?

Old Reggie was bewildered.This kind of two-wire connection can make a call, or a machine in the shape of a big speaker, isn't it a wild idea?

"You two, I don't know much, but at least I know that making an invention requires a huge investment in the early stage."

Old Reggie scratched his hair. He fumbled out a pack of cigarettes in distress, but he never smoked in front of strangers.

"I don't have the money for Waller to go to college, let alone for him to invent. Maybe Waller is talented, but he didn't have that fate. God didn't give him that luck."

So Waller started working as a typesetter for seven years, with no path to becoming an inventor.

Mary took a quick look at old Reggie, because years of woodwork had roughened his hands, and the years had left countless weathered wrinkles on his face.

Waller and old Reggie, there is also a concealment between the father and son.

Concealment or because of the inability to obtain effective communication, understanding and recognition may not necessarily exist among close relatives.

At this moment, Old Reggie obviously realized something. "Two, my son, did he really drink too much cocaine and died? Yes, I called the coroner and they gave a toxicology report, but there is no deeper reason behind it ?"

"Maybe."

Mary wouldn't say much, "I'll check a little bit, if there are no major problems, then let's talk about buying a house."

As if going back to the starting point, Mary just came here under the banner of buying a house, and she was never an enthusiastic person looking for the truth.

Old Reggie had just realized that there might be something hidden about his son's death, and was about to blurt out what he was talking about buying and selling houses at this time.

But he opened his mouth, and swallowed all the words when he reached his mouth.Selling the house, leaving Boston, and staying away from possible troubles may be the best choice for him.

Obsessed with one truth, can he afford to pay the hire money?And if he gets involved, can he bear the consequences?If your son is dead, don't you want to live your own life?

In the end, old Reggie didn't say much.

Mary and Mycroft also left old Reggie's house in a little silence.

From magic coins to creative picture books, the two have uncovered the tip of the iceberg that Waller has been hiding.

After a day of running around, the sun has almost set.

Mary looked at the sky and decided to rush to find Lawyer Spring immediately and ask him to provide some local information.

"Combining the current clues, let's lock down a location for the time being. It is related to the power of the corpse gang, and some antiques will be sold, and it may also be related to the creation of inventors. I will go to a lawyer and ask about the local situation in Boston."

"Okay, it's work."

Mycroft had found several groups of gang forces before, and based on new clues, it may be more certain which one of them carried out the theft of Waller's Cemetery.

After finishing speaking, Mycroft felt that the tone was a bit too business-like, and was thinking about whether to suggest a dinner together according to Mrs. Roman's character, when he heard the people around him speak first.

"Look, Boston's sunset is beautiful."

Mary looked at the melting gold of the setting sun in the western sky, "Does it look like mango cheesecake? Take a bite, the sweetness of the fruit and the density of the cheese make it a real treat."

Speaking of this, Mary seems to be intoxicated by the illusion of mango cheese.

The next moment, she woke up suddenly, and looked at the people around her apologetically, "Oh, no! Sorry, I forgot that Mrs. Roman mentioned on the cruise that you are not very interested in desserts. Please forgive me, My cranky thoughts. But that's okay, after all, we don't have time to enjoy afternoon tea now, and it's just fine if we don't like desserts."

The atmosphere was instantly quiet.

Mycroft: Sure, it's nasty Mr. Minton!

is it necessary?As he tried to adjust to Madame Roman's way of life, he couldn't open the pot.

Mary blinked innocently.

did she do anythingJust telling the truth.

"Although I don't have a preference for sweets, but if you are running around, it would be nice to have a cup of afternoon tea and take a break."

Mycroft spoke softly, but resolutely said no more about the dinner together. "However, today is indeed inappropriate because of the rush of time. We can only wait for the next time."

No regrets, he has no regrets at all.

Mycroft didn't bother to think whether Mr. Minton was trying to test his liking for dessert, or if he was simply keeping his own words in mind.

Anyway, he didn't want to eat with the two of them, otherwise a situation would very likely unfold.That is, if Minton ordered sweets, but he still wants to keep the character set that he can only watch but not eat, that would be too cruel.

"Then, see you in the hotel lobby tomorrow."

Mycroft decisively chose to say goodbye.Calm and rational as he is, after being stimulated by the delicious mango cheesecake, would he still masochistically accompany him to the law firm?

"Ok, see you tomorrow."

Mary said goodbye solemnly, as if she didn't notice anything wrong, and she sent people to the car first with a gentlemanly spirit.

When she watched the carriage drive away slowly, Mary couldn't help but evoked a ruffian smile, proud of the success of the prank.

Even though Mrs. Roman's expression, posture, tone, etc. were flawless, she intuitively believed that this temporary collaborator deliberately concealed his love for sweets.

Why do you think so?

Asking is intuition.Yes, she never gave up trying to find out if there was any connection between Mrs. Roman and the old lady in London's rainy day.

"Yeah, today's sunset looks like a cake. Liuxin cake, so delicious; but some people can't eat it, can't eat it, can't eat it..."

Mary got into the carriage too, humming a song she had made up out of tune.The ancients did not deceive her sincerity, the sunset is infinitely beautiful, no wonder it makes people feel good.

In the setting sun, the carriage drove to the law firm.

**

As a gold medal lawyer, Mr. Spring has handled different entrusted cases, large and small.

However, he never imagined that initially he was only entrusted by a legal consultant for buying a house, but it would be transformed into an investigation of a death case.

Well, to be a lawyer, you need to use professional words.

The client did not ask him to personally accompany him to the front line for investigation, but it was inevitable to provide some information.For example, as a local snake, ask him to lock suspicious places based on known clues.

"Mr. Minton, you are really testing me!"

Lawyer Spring really wanted to slander that a lawyer is not a detective. Although sometimes the content of the work overlaps, why did he encounter a strange client.Now, the events are linked to gangs, death, etc., and everyone knows how dangerous it is to go further.

Mary, however, had an expression of "I am optimistic about you", "Lawyer Spring, I fully believe in your professional ability. Is there any news?"

The evening before yesterday, Mary came to the law firm, hoping that Spring would find a place based on clues.

There is likely to be the place where Waller went to buy magic coins. Maybe there is some kind of unknown secret hidden in it, which can reveal Waller's unknown side.

At that time, lawyer Spring heard the description and thought it was outrageous.

There is no place where there are gang forces behind it, and antique collections that are not popular like coins are sold, and there may be people who come in and out with inventive ideas.

However, the face slap came quickly like a tornado.

Spring inquired carefully and found a suitable location in Boston.

"Well, I don't go around in circles. There is indeed a place similar to what you are looking for, but it is not open to the public. You should know that there are many well-known universities in Massachusetts, where Boston is located, and there are all kinds of universities. Clubs and societies have all sorts of weird membership requirements."

Among them, there is an exchange club jointly established by several schools.

The "Hermes Society" regularly holds internal trade fairs, the content of which includes but is not limited to the collection of unpopular antiques and the sale of various medicinal corpses.

"As you have heard, this kind of transaction must have a source of goods, and it cannot be separated from gang forces."

Lawyer Spring handed over a document, "I have inquired about some reference lists of trading items, but I cannot guarantee the accuracy of the content, after all, I have never been to the scene."

"What are the conditions for membership?"

Mary immediately decided to take a look. "Is there any way I can go to the fair?"

Lawyer Spring nodded, but his face was a bit speechless.

"Generally speaking, the Hermes Society only accepts internal recommendations, but there is an exception for one category of people. Mr. Minton, you just meet the qualifications, because you are the inventor of the stock ticker, and the society relaxes the threshold for inventors and creatives .”

"Aha, that's just a coincidence."

Mary thinks of Wharton. Will Wharton join the Hermes Society because of this?

"How do I do it specifically? What materials do I need to prepare? Lawyer Spring, can you help me apply for membership? When is the last communication meeting?"

"The procedures for joining the membership are not too complicated, as long as you confirm your talent in mechanical invention. In the past month, Wall Street has been boiling because of a small stock ticker, which is enough to become a heavy stepping stone."

Lawyer Spring's strange face was due to the additional conditions. "I have asked that those who participate in the exchange meeting cannot go alone, and must bring a female companion. No, to be precise, it is also possible to bring several female companions. Do you understand? After joining the membership, there is another one to participate in the transaction Necessary condition—female companion, that must be there.”

Although many banquets would ask to bring companions to attend, the Hermes social meeting where weird goods were traded actually had such a request, and it was also said that it would be fine to bring a few more female companions.

It's not difficult to understand why lawyer Spring's face was tangled up. Could that kind of communication be a place for serious people to go?

Even if it is not serious, even if it is a dragon's den and a tiger's den, in order to investigate Waller's hidden situation, he must go there.

Within two days, Mary successfully obtained the newly applied membership card, along with an invitation letter from the latest exchange meeting.

"It's very close, it's Friday night this week."

Mary went to find Mrs. Roman with the latest news. The candidate for a female companion was not considered as a second person at all, but she still had to ask for the other party's opinion. "Ma'am, you may already have some guesses. The Hermes Society is not a serious society, so you still insist on entering the exchange meeting to investigate the whereabouts of Susan's body?"

Mycroft looked at the invitation, as if thinking for five seconds, before giving a firm answer. "I do things, and I don't like to give up halfway."

coming.It's finally here.

The character setting given by His Excellency Matthew, Mrs. Roman came to the United States to find a travel romance, and it was inevitable that she would appear.

What kind of tricks can be played in this kind of unscrupulous exchange meeting? At most, it requires the companions to be in an intimate relationship.

Mycroft smiled slowly, and he seemed to be very understanding and turned around to enlighten, "Mr. Minton, don't worry about it. My husband has passed away, and I have made an appointment with him to start my own business. new life.

At this kind of fair, the big deal is that you and I pretend to be lovers temporarily.It's an honor and no offense to be able to perform with you.what do you think? "