marvelous rosaline

25

Ice clinked in the whiskey glass and Gatsby smiled eagerly on his handsome face.He raised his glass and downed the whiskey.

"Thanks to your care, Mr. Romano."

The whiskey glasses fell on the table and made a crashing sound.

Under the gorgeous lights, Gatsby's smile is somewhat less real.He patted Rosalind's arm kindly and politely: "Mrs. Williams is still waiting for us, let's go."

Mr. Romano, who was sitting opposite, had no intention of letting them go.

The Italian turned his head to the side: "It turns out that it is Mr. Gatsby. I just bought Miss Rosakova that glass. It's the first time we meet. I have to buy you another glass."

Gatsby:"……"

Mr. Romano waved his hand, and the men standing outside the table immediately brought new wine glasses.

The mellow liquid poured out from the bottle, and Rosalin watched as Mr. Romano poured a full glass of whiskey for Gatsby without adding any ice cubes or drinks.There is no emotion in the deep Italian features: no insincerity, no hospitality, no hostility or kindness.

He just kept a calm face and pushed the whiskey in front of Gatsby.

"I have long known you, Mr. Gatsby," said Rome, "I invite you."

Rosalin looked at the Italian's face curiously.

No one would drink hard liquor like that, he was just making things difficult for Gatsby.

Among Italians, he cannot be said to be handsome, but he is definitely imposing.Mr. Romano didn't lead many people, and his attitude could be called polite, but the danger factor in his behavior clearly showed that he was not simple, so they had to raise their spirits to deal with it.

His body smelled of gunpowder and blood, as well as the faint smell of cigars.

Rosalin tilted her head in confusion: "Aren't you a gangster, sir?"

Romano turned around: "Why do you ask, miss?"

Rosalind: "You haven't killed anyone."

He didn't smell like corpses.

The light was too dim, and Rosalin couldn't mobilize her senses well to observe.Why concrete consciousness arrives at this conclusion before rationality will have to be seen later.

Romano laughed out loud when he heard the words: "I don't need to do it myself."

Also.

Judging by his worth and aura, it is estimated that his status is not low.

"So you are indeed a member of the gang." Rosalin suddenly realized.

"So what?" asked Mr. Romano.

Not only was his status not low, but if he hadn't committed suicide himself... he might have been born with a high status.Black second generation, right?

Rosalin had an idea in her heart.

"You haven't introduced yourself yet." Rosalin responded generously: "I don't know much about local gangsters in New York. You just stopped me and bought me a drink. I don't know who you are."

Facing Rosalin's almost presumptuous attitude, Mr. Romano was not angry either.

Instead, he nodded approvingly: "I was the one who was slighted, ma'am."

With that said, the Italian stood up.

The man was thin and tall, and a black overcoat wrapped his body like a shadow.Mr. Romano leaned forward, crossed the table, politely took Rosalind's right hand, and gave a standard hand kiss.

He didn't even really kiss her hand, he just held her fingertips, but what his lips touched was the man's own thumb.

"Little Fabio Romano." Mr. Romano introduced slowly: "My name."

It really is the black second generation.

Rosalind: "I assume Fabio Romano is your father."

Little Fabio smiled for the first time: "Yes, Miss Rosakova."

Gatsby on the side was not at all intimidated by Fabio's full glass of whiskey.He sat on the side, his smile unchanged: "I thought that Mr. Fabio was struggling to inherit the family business, but he didn't expect to have the time to strike up a conversation with young girls. It seems that the rumors in the market are not true."

Little Fabio squinted his eyes.

Rosalind: "You came to see me, so what's the matter? Please don't make things difficult for Mr. Gatsby."

Little Fabio: "Are you protecting your sweetheart, Miss Rosakova?"

Gatsby: "I'm like an older brother to Rosalind."

Rosalind:?

She turned her head in surprise, her green eyes widened: "That's not true, my mother didn't recognize you as a godson."

Gatsby:"…………"

Little Fabio seemed to appreciate Rosalin's attitude of being completely unaware of the crisis.When he looked at Rosalind, there was a hint of approval in his eyes: "I am just one of Ms. Edith Poirot's fans, and I just want to meet the future star who will play her. I didn't expect you A total surprise to me, Miss Rosakova, I almost thought the people on the poster had come to life."

"Thank you."

Rosalin said politely: "Unfortunately, I do have an appointment, sir. If you don't mind, give me a business card. How about we make an appointment next time?"

Few people in New York would dare to speak to the son of the Romano family in this tone.

But Rosalin quickly grasped some information from Gatsby's taunt just now: He said that little Fabio was busy with inheriting the family business.Rosalin thought, if it was a situation like hers with a simple family background, she definitely didn't need to be so busy.The gangster family has always had internal problems, and she boldly guessed that the Romano family had a problem with who would be the next godfather.

If this is the case, no matter why little Fabio came, he would not easily embarrass Rosalind and Gatsby.

It turned out that Rosalin was right.

Little Mr Fabio was not offended.

He just waved his hand, and his men in black suits handed over their business cards.The Italian man personally sent the business card to Rosalin: "If you encounter any troubles in the future, feel free to contact me, Miss Rosakova, I hope I can help."

Then the man looked at Gatsby: "How about we find a chance to talk about it later?"

Gatsby straightened his collar slowly and kept smiling: "Of course, I am looking forward to doing a big business with the Romano family."

After speaking, he got up straight and left with Rosalind.

Gatsby didn't stop until they were out of Fabio Romano's sight, and looked Rosalind up and down several times.

"He didn't make it hard for you?" asked Gatsby nervously.

"No."

Rosalin blinked and blinked: "You came in time."

Gatsby breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Rosalind: "Although it's useless."

Gatsby:"……"

Her overly blunt words silenced the man in front of her for a moment, and then Gatsby couldn't help laughing out loud.

This smile is completely different from the false and condescending smile just now, what appears on his face at this moment is more helpless and kind.Gatsby shook his head: "I'm glad you can handle the crisis alone, Rosalind, but I'm also really worried about you."

It's not necessary at all.

He also said that he was her elder brother, why didn't Rosalin know about this? !

Rosalin really couldn't understand Gatsby's attitude.

There is no relationship between them, just because of a promise to the dead, do such "noble" people really exist in the real world?

"That's a gangster." Gatsby smiled slightly: "Of course I would be nervous."

"They smuggle wine," Rosalin muttered, "You also smuggle, is there any difference?"

"... Little Fabio's purpose is definitely not to be interested in "Angel Voices"."

Gatsby did not directly answer Rosalind's question, but introduced to her: "The Romano family's territory covers more than half of Brooklyn's industrial area, factories, docks, including many commercial streets and residential areas. When the family was in full swing, the old For Fabio to come forward, even high-ranking officials and nobles will have to give a lot of face."

"Does their territory include a detective agency?"

"Not included for now."

That's it.

This proves that little Fabio may not know about her involvement in the Mara & Poirot detective agency.

Rosalin thought for a while: "He came to me, could it be related to Bill Brothers Investment Company?"

It was the investment firm that killed Detective Frank Cage.Mr. Holmes said that the fascist government was probably behind this company.

It's hard to say whether the American gangsters will have anything to do with fascism, but the other party is Italian, and by coincidence, when Rosalin is investigating the whereabouts of the manuscript, she suddenly intervenes. She suspects that there is a connection, which is reasonable.

Gatsby also agreed with Rosalind's guess: "It's very possible, but—"

Rosalind: "But I should focus on the Times Theater investigation, right?"

Gatsby: "At least you got the manuscript, and whatever plans he has will come to naught."

Hmph, actually he didn't want her to investigate the gangsters, Rosalin read it from his frowning brows.

But Gatsby was right, and Rosalind had no intention of dwelling on his purpose.

"Okay." She nodded: "You are right."

This surprised Gatsby instead: "Is that why you agreed?"

Rosalin: "...Then how do you want to see my reaction?"

Gatsby was startled, and then the furrowed brows suddenly parted.There was warmth in his pale blue eyes.

"I thought you wouldn't care about my suggestion." Gatsby said frankly, "Thank you for accepting my suggestion."

"That's because I have other ways." Rosalin replied proudly.

…………

……

The next morning, Times Theater.

"New paper, Miss Rosakova."

"Please, Thiago."

In the lounge, the baby-faced youth handed the time of the day to Rosalin.By delivering newspapers, Thiago was able to have a chance to talk to Rosalin alone in a crowded theater.

On the bright side, one of them is an actor and the other is a field manager. It is good to maintain a "work friendship" in the theater.

"Caught."

Thiago lowered his voice: "Yesterday you went back very late, he was alone in Long Island, and his behavior was particularly conspicuous."

Rosalin raised the corner of her mouth.

"He" meant Sebastian Moran, of course.

Except for Moran, the vast New York City would not find anyone who knew her true identity and possessed such superb marksmanship.

In Brooklyn, where there are so many people, Moran can hide in the crowd and not show his feet.But it's different on Long Island.

Yesterday, several investors and the director made the production, chatting in the nightclub until the early hours of the morning before leaving.At that time, the streets of the affluent areas of Long Island were empty, and it was easy to catch traces of a stalker.

Rosalin: "Call me at night to tell you about the specific situation, and—"

Thiago: "Anything else?"

Rosalin raised her eyes: "Tell Mr. Holmes that the sons of the Romano family came to me yesterday. I doubt whether they are related to the fascist government."

The other way, of course, is the famous Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

There's nothing more efficient than giving him clues, isn't it?

26

After getting the news, Thiago handed the newspaper to Rosalin and left.

This Times is not just a cover-up, Rosalin took the newspaper, quickly browsed through it, and then took out the page with Sudoku drawn on the entertainment page and carefully folded it - this is one of the few Rosalind insisted The little hobbies that come down are just good for killing time.

She got up, and as soon as she walked out of the lounge, she heard two dancers whispering at the end of the corridor.

"He kissed me, do you think it's possible..."

"You mean Sam?!"

"Yeah, I didn't even think of that."

"The way he looked at you just now was really different, my God, you are so lucky..."

"Miranda is over 50 years old and has gray hair. Maybe I can..."

Rosalin closed the door of the lounge hard on purpose.

The two backup dancers at the end of the corridor were startled, turned their heads to meet Rosalin's staring gaze, and forced out a smile in a hurry.

"Good day, ladies."

Rosalin also put on a polite smile and walked forward: "Why don't you go to the lounge to rest?"

"We...we don't want to disturb you!"

"Then I'll rest now." Rosalin turned sideways: "Please."

As the backup dancer who claimed Sam had kissed her rubbed shoulders with Rosalind, she clearly smelled the peppermint and eucalyptus aftershave that Sam was using.

Rosalin turned her head slightly and watched the two dancers leave.

She then spent the morning in rehearsal.

Sam is in a particularly good mood today, and the smile on his face is bigger than usual.Perhaps affected by his good mood, everyone was infected by it. The rehearsal efficiency in the morning was extremely high, and several actors who were not in good condition in recent days finally found their feelings.

It wasn't until near lunch that Miranda came to the rehearsal room.

"Let's rest first."

She smiled and said to everyone, "Lunch has been ordered. Rosalind, come here. Mr. Gatsby has brought you herbal tea to protect your throat."

Rosalind: "Thank you."

Miranda: "Go thank Mr. Gatsby."

She had said it long ago—with Gatsby's style, how could he stop other people's gossip?He claimed to be Rosalin's elder brother, but others didn't see it that way.But Rosalin didn't care. Anyway, her cooperation with the Times Theater was limited to one play, and after she parted ways with Jay Gatsby, no amount of rumors would be self-defeating.

The herbal tea was brought to Miranda's office by a special person carrying a thermos. She held the heavy and steaming teacup in her hand. Rosalin thought for a while and looked at Miranda: "You are not busy now, do you want to join us?"

Miranda smiled: "Then I will take advantage of you a little."

With that said, she sat down opposite to Rosalind.

When she picked up the hot tea, Rosalin couldn't help but glance at Miranda.

Her temples did have white hairs, but not many.What's more, Miranda looked nothing like a 50-year-old.It is true that there are already wrinkles on her face, because she often looks hurried and slightly tired when she is busy.However, the experience and temperament accumulated over time cannot be replaced by any youth and beauty.

Miranda did not take care of herself deliberately, and there was no facelift in this era. In Rosalin's eyes, she was very beautiful, and even the aging caused by the years was no longer a defect, but an embellishment.

what the hell.

Rosalin murmured in her heart: Miranda is much prettier than that dancer.

The lady in front of her slowly tasted the hot tea, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"Mr. Gatsby is really bothering you." Miranda said, "Although I know that he is not interested in you, I still feel... If anyone can capture his heart, they will live a very happy life."

It's a pity that the one who captured his heart was not rare, Rosalind thought.

Miranda put down the teacup: "Tell me, what do you want to tell me?"

Rosalind: "..."

She blinked, and then saw Miranda raise a smile of "I know it well": "You, if you have something to do, why would you think of sharing hot tea with me?"

Rosalind: "I'm not—"

Miranda: "I know, it's not that you don't lack the spirit of sharing. I'm afraid when you grew up in Europe, you didn't have many friends of the same age around you, Rosalind."

This is true.

Her only friend is Miss Marple, who is the same age as her grandparents.The elders will naturally think of everything for her and let her go.It's not that Rosalin is not polite, she just hasn't experienced sharing this behavior with others since she was a child.

Miranda directly pointed it out, not only did not embarrass Rosalin, but made her feel a little tolerant.

In fact, she has always been very kind to Rosalind, so nice that she is not like a boss, but more like an aunt or aunt.

"What do you want to say to me?"

"I heard a dancer outside the lounge today saying..."

In the middle of speaking, Rosalin hesitated for a moment.

Should I tell Miranda?

Miss Marple said that sometimes people don't want to know the truth.Rosalin often couldn't grasp the difference between "want to know" and "don't want to know".

However, when she was hesitating, Miranda picked up the teacup again: "Say Sam kissed her, is it interesting for her?"

Rosalin was taken aback.

Miranda: "I was there this morning. Sam was talking to me in the back room before he went to the rehearsal room, and the girls didn't know I was there."

what……

Rosalin felt relieved.

She studied Miranda's face curiously, realizing that this was a routine for her.

For the unknown girls on Broadway, finding a talented director means that they are only one step away from becoming popular.

"Aren't you jealous?" Rosalin asked: "If you hadn't chosen to be behind the scenes, Miranda, you would have had so many suitors."

"Of course I was."

Miranda couldn't help laughing, and her eyes started to twinkle, the way people do when they're caught up in memories.

The voice of the middle-aged lady was exceptionally gentle: "Do you know who I was jealous of for the first time?"

Rosalind: "Huh?"

Miranda: "It's Edith Poirot."

what.

She didn't expect it.

"A genius director and a genius actor hit it off, it sounds like a beautiful story." Miranda held up her teacup, her face was gradually covered by the curling heat, which seemed real and unreal: "At that time, I had just married Sam for only two years, and he I hit it off with Edith and was so excited when I got home that I forgot how to talk to me. And when the next day's paper wrote about the spark between the two, I was so jealous that I was going crazy."

"But you became friends with Ms. Poirot." Rosalin didn't quite understand. Generally speaking, few people can become friends with the object of jealousy.

"I saw her with my own eyes, Rosalind."

As Miranda spoke, her expression became more gentle: "When I met Edith, I knew that it was impossible for her and Sam to have feelings. It is true that Sam is a genius and he is very charming, but his specialty is only limited to this stage. Maybe he'll be artistically accomplished, but Edith Poirot is different. I know at a glance that she doesn't belong on Broadway."

Rosalin was at a loss: "I don't understand."

"Ordinary people think that the life of a big star is enough to be colorful, but for someone like Edith, this life is just an embellishment in her complex humanity.

"When I saw her, I knew that Edith would not like Sam. If she had love, even a genius director would not be worthy of her. The man who can win her favor is supposed to be more outstanding, more intelligent, in this world Unique, no one else can replace it - and someone like me, like Sam, is far from enough."

Miranda sighed, "Just like you, Rosalind."

"..."

like her?

Miranda's specious words made Rosalin's eyes slightly widen.

She didn't understand why she had to single out herself, did Miranda realize something?

Just as Rosalin was considering whether to continue probing because of this, Miranda blinked.

The face of the middle-aged lady, who had always been dignified and polite, could almost be called lively at this moment.

"And I calmed down afterwards and realized that Sam really wasn't attracted to Edith." Miranda said: "He was indifferent to Edith. Do you think he would have feelings for an ordinary dancer? It's just Sam. Usually, he doesn't know how to act properly, and the actor who doesn't understand finally got the feeling, he was so excited that he didn't know how to show his favor, and he planted a kiss on her forehead."

That's what Sam would do.

When Rosalin first met, she realized that this talented director had no sense of proportion. She won't misunderstand, but it doesn't mean that other people won't misunderstand.

While she was relieved, Rosalin was more concerned about...the mother in Miranda's eyes.

When she was a child, her grandparents told Rosalin many stories about her mother.But it wasn't until she stepped into New York that she truly realized that her former mother was also a living person. She had a different side in front of her parents, colleagues, and friends.

Miranda was her best friend ever.

"In your mind," said Rosalind, "Madame Poirot seems to be an extraordinary character."

"It's not like, boy, she is."

"But she also quarrels with her own mother." Rosalind said, "Sam wrote the script himself, you have seen it with your own eyes."

"A quarrel is a quarrel, but the content is not necessarily true."

"Hey?"

"Sam wrote the script naturally based on his understanding."

Rosalind understood.

In "The Voice of Angels", it is written that Edith Poirot had a dispute with her mother who came to New York all the way.The script of the play is written by Sam, and the content of the quarrel is naturally what Sam thinks and writes down.

"So...you don't think it was Ms. Poirot who had a dispute with her mother about career planning."

"Oh, Rosalind."

Miranda smiled and shook her head: "Although I'm not as smart as Edith, I'm also a woman. I know what happens when a girl wants to be a star and her mother disagrees - that's definitely not what Edith looks like when she argues with her mother." .”

So why would mother argue with grandma?

Still in the theater, in front of the Williamses.

Rosalin inexplicably felt that maybe... this would have something to do with the relic.

Better to ask Sam.Rosalin thought to herself, asking Miranda might give away—maybe Rosalin had already given up by now.

But like Sam, a director immersed in the art world will not notice when he asks questions about the script.

Should be able to find out what.

27

Afternoon, lounge.

Director Sam first knocked on the door and entered the lounge, where he saw Rosalin sitting on a bench in the lounge, holding up the script and meditating.

The young girl is undoubtedly smart and beautiful.She sat on the edge of the chair, her eyes fell on the script, her slender eyelashes covered her slightly drooping eyes, and the sunlight came in, coating Rosalind's fair complexion with a soft light.Such a scene almost made Sam Williams think that the past Edith Poirot had come alive.

In such a scene, he even relaxed his steps.

But Rosalin on the bench still heard the movement.She sharply raised her head, and when those undisguised green eyes pierced like swords, all phantoms were shattered.

Just these eyes are enough to distinguish her from her past friends.

"I heard that you have some problems with the script." Sam said, "What's the problem?"

"The part where Madame Poirot argues with her mother."

Rosalin shook the script in her hand lightly and replied, "I don't quite understand something."

Sam laughed out loud when he heard this, and sat next to Rosalin: "You obviously like this part very much."

Rosalind: "I find it interesting, but I can't imagine Ms. Poirot arguing with her mother."

She really couldn't think of it.Rosalin's impression of her mother has always been that of an elegant, wanton and beautiful girl in posters and black and white movies, while her grandmother always looks confident in her plans.Such two ladies would actually have a fierce quarrel and blame each other for one thing?

Forgive Rosalin for her lack of imagination, she really couldn't restore the scene Sam drew from her mind.

"what!"

And Sam wasn't angry at all when she said that.

The middle-aged man, who was nearly fifty years old, smiled like a child, and said with dancing: "Don't say it's you, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have thought of it!"

Rosalin turned her head: "What was the scene at that time?"

"At that time..."

Sam's smile gradually changed from excitement to memory.

"A tall and beautiful noble lady came to the door. Edith's face changed after seeing her. She treated us with a smile on her face and was very polite. I have never seen Edith so angry. What a look! She was very upset, and told the lady she shouldn't have come. The lady was more angry than Edith, and said she was Edith's mother! This surprised me and Miranda. .”

Speaking of this, Sam patted his chest in fear: "Her mother's aura is super powerful!"

Rosalin nodded approvingly: "Yeah!"

Sam: "You can imagine that, right?"

Not only can it be imagined, Rosalin has also experienced it personally.

"But Edith was not happy at all when she saw her mother, and the mother and daughter quarreled like this." Sam continued: "The things that happened more than 20 years ago are still vivid in my mind. I remember Edith accusing Her mother said that it is too late to care about her safety now, saying that when she was apprenticed to a teacher in her early years, her mother was not around at all."

"Appreciate a teacher to study art?"

"I guess she's learning to sing and dance."

"Then...how did that noble lady react?" Rosalin asked in a low voice.

"She looked sad, but it seemed like Edith had hit on her."

Sam shrugged: "It's understandable. I think that lady is a nobleman. It is said that the old nobles in Europe never bring up their own children, and they don't want their children to become actors. It will damage the appearance."

Sure enough, he was right to ask Sam.

Up to this point in the conversation, Rosalin has grasped three effective points.

First, the content of Mom's argument with Grandma certainly has nothing to do with becoming an actress—according to Sam, Mom blamed Grandma for not being there when she was studying.But Rosalin knew that, like her mother, her grandmother taught her singing and dancing herself.

Second, mother has not been with grandma for a long time.

Since there could be a quarrel because of this, I'm afraid he wasn't by Grandpa's side.

Third, no matter what the content of the quarrel is, I am afraid that grandma is trying to prevent mother from doing dangerous things.

But what exactly were they arguing about?And from beginning to end, grandma knew about it.

Rosalin could call her grandma directly to inquire directly, but this idea just went around in her mind and disappeared.

It was Mom's friend who wrote her to come to New York, and it was only about Rosalind and Mom.

In this regard, Rosalind is particularly persistent.

Edith Poirot did not leave any exclusive items or memories to her daughter throughout her life. It was not until a long letter from Detective Frank Cage that Rosalin had a private connection with her mother .

Rosalin just felt that this matter had to be done by herself.

Besides, what grandma wanted to say has already been said, so does Rosalin need to waste her time asking?

"What happened after the quarrel?"

Rosalind continued to ask: "On the script, Ms. Poirot was revived by the music, but what happened in private?"

Sam gave a gentle smile.

"Edith was very disappointed at the time, and it was Miranda who stepped forward." He explained: "Miranda is always very careful, she seems to have noticed something, and talked with Edith for a long time. That's why the two of them became A true friend."

Miranda really noticed something happened, and she even revealed it to Rosalin herself, the situation at that time was not as good as written in the script.

and……

Rosalin put down the script and couldn't help sighing, "I'm so envious."

She wants friends like this too.

The peers are all girls, and they can hold hands and whisper side by side.This kind of friendship Roselin has only read in books, even in 1925 when the women's liberation movement was on the rise, with her elders solving crimes and running back and forth, Roselin had a good relationship with her peers, especially those of similar age. The girl distanced herself completely.

Sam nodded proudly: "The friendship between the two of them is so good that I'm even envious!"

As if to prove his own point of view, Sam added: "Their relationship was so good at that time, even...even if Edith passed away, it was written that all the relics were sent to her father who was far away in Europe. A copy was given to Miranda as a present."

"Relic?"

Rosalin suddenly regained her spirits.

"Yeah." Sam seemed completely unaware of the problem: "Miranda said it was very precious, it was a document. But we couldn't understand what was written on it."

Rosalind: "Then this document... have you handed it over to the government?"

Sam smiled: "This is what Edith gave Miranda! Keep it in my house."

Rosalind: "..."

Even though she was prepared to be able to talk smoothly, she never thought that things would be so easy.

So Da Vinci's manuscript is probably written in code, and it is now in the home of the Williams couple!

Perhaps it was because no one had ever asked about this manuscript, so Sam was completely defenseless—either Moriarty or the fascist government coveted the manuscript, who would think of asking directly for such a character?

Even Rosalin was a little unexpected.

It can only be said that Miranda really protected this genius in her family very well.

Perhaps it is precisely because Sam has always lived in the art world that he has been able to provide Broadway with one classic play after another for more than 20 years.

And, she has to hurry.

Rosalin realized that now that the professor and the fascists were approaching step by step, she could ask them out, and so could they.

You have to take the lead before the two groups of people perceive the situation.

…………

……

That night, West Egg, Long Island.

Gatsby promises that Roseline can make free calls, which he fulfills.The dedicated line belonging to Rosalin was pulled by the bed in the guest room. As soon as she returned to Gatsby's mansion, she threw herself on the soft duvet and picked up the phone.

The telephone lines in this era were not point-to-point, so Rosalind had to connect to the telephone company's line first, and then the operator would transfer the line to the detective office.After the phone rang a few times, Thiago's slightly distorted voice came from the opposite side: "Rosalin?"

Rosalin said directly, "Is Mr. Holmes there?"

Thiago: "Uh, he's out. What, what, what's the matter?!"

As soon as Rosalin left, Mr. Holmes temporarily stayed in the single room of the detective agency.Neither she nor Thiago had a problem with that: what did it mean that the dignified Sherlock Holmes lived in their detective agency?It means that the Mara & Poirot detective agency has settled in a shining thigh!

"When he comes back, you are responsible for conveying it." Rosalin couldn't wait: "I know where Da Vinci's manuscript is."

"what?"

"It's at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Williams!"

"what???"

Thiago on the opposite side didn't react at all.

They have done so many preliminary surveys, and the result is so simple?

Well, that's what both Professor Moriarty and the fascist government are looking for!It is said that it is still a secret weapon, the one that can trigger a world war!No matter what, it must be placed in the safe of some private bank, or in the basement of some secret stronghold.

Rosalin quickly relayed the situation during the day to Thiago.

Fortunately, after being an assistant for so many years, Thiago's reaction was very quick: "Then we... let's do it now? It will be too late when they react!"

Rosalind: "Let's work separately, Moran is still following me."

That guy is still following her. With him around, any movement they make will be followed by the professor.

"I lead him away, and I go to the Williams' house?" Thiago asked.

"You said you found out the scope of his activities in Long Island."

"But the exact trajectory is unclear."

"It's okay, I have a way."

Said Rosalin raised her head.

The big bed in the guest room was next to the floor-to-ceiling windows. She just turned her gaze, and through the window, she saw Jay Gatsby's car downstairs slowly driving into the mansion.

"I'm going to visit Mr. and Mrs. Williams." Rosalind said, "I just need to trouble you to cooperate with Mr. Gatsby."

"Me and Gatsby?"

Thiago on the other end was at a loss.