marvelous rosaline

07

Three days later, in the afternoon.

The Olympic cruise ship arrived at the Hudson River Port smoothly.

The murder a few days ago caused a stir on the ship, but fortunately the suspect was quickly caught, and the passengers did not panic too much.At Rosalind's insistence, Captain Johnson agreed to write a plea letter for Hank, asking the New York Police Department for leniency on the premise that he offered evidence and was used by others.

Just yesterday, Miss Douglas, who had been in a coma for three days, finally woke up.

This is good news.If Miss Douglas hadn't died, Hank would have been charged with assault, not homicide.Maybe it would further lighten his charge and avoid the death penalty.

The weather in the port of New York is clear, sunny and warm, which is very different from the rainy Britain.The daylight also brightened Rosalin's mood. She packed her luggage after waking up early, and said goodbye to her roommate politely.

Walking near the trestle, Rosalin saw a familiar figure in front of her with a cane in one hand and luggage in the other.

Rosalin's eyes lit up, and she immediately raised her voice, "Mr. Holmes!"

The young girl's clear voice was like the singing of seabirds, piercing through the echoing whispers and the sound of boats moving, and pointing to the British gentleman walking ahead with precision.The figure belonging to Mr. Sherlock Holmes suddenly stopped, and then he turned around and looked at Rosalind.

Calling him to stop naturally has something to say.

However, just before Rosalind was about to take a step, Captain Johnson rushed over.

"Miss Poirot!"

He called out to Rosalin out of breath, "Give me five minutes, please."

Rosalind: "..."

what the hell!We were about to disembark, but the captain was still so blank.

However, Mr. Holmes didn't seem to care. He pressed the brim of his hat to Rosalind from a distance, indicating that he could wait.Only then did Rosalin feel relieved, and she reluctantly looked at Captain Johnson: "What's the matter, Captain?"

Captain Johnson hesitated to speak.

He opened his mouth, but under Rosalind's staring eyes, he still had to admit: even though Miss Rosalind Poirot was the daughter of a legendary singer, Captain Johnson still didn't like her very much.

The way she looked at her always made the captain feel that he was not a respected Royal Navy, but a piece of pork that had been peeled on the chopping board and was waiting to be divided.

"I... apologize to you, Miss Poirot."

Captain Johnson hesitated again and again, but still said the prepared words: "I despised you, it shouldn't be."

Rosalind: "Ah!"

It was for this.

She immediately put on a generous expression: "It's okay."

Captain Johnson shook his head: "No, no, no, it's very relevant. In the panic, I lost my duty to be a human being. Please forgive me for being so rude a few days ago...too shocked."

You must know that the captain has regretted it these past few days.

The grandson of the great detective Poirot, the daughter of the legendary singer Edith, and the savior of Miss Douglas!Even the mothers of the two young ladies were once friends, any relationship would be enough for Captain Johnson to lose his head in high society.

Who knew that a young lady who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth would change into old clothes and go to the third class cabin. Isn't this a self-deprecation!

Apart from complaining, the captain had to take the initiative to apologize and try to restore his image.

At least don't let the young girl hold a grudge, and put on little shoes for herself afterwards.

Rosalin's eyes, which made the captain feel uncomfortable, rolled up and down, and then she curved her brows and gave the captain a bright smile.

"In that case," Rosalin opened her arms excitedly, "then give me a hug, Captain."

"Ok?"

Before the captain could react, Rosalin had already taken a step forward, wrapping her arms around Captain Johnson's body.

This is a very polite hug, completely junior to elder, like a young girl saying goodbye to her uncle.

"How about a hug and a sip of grievances?"

Rosalin let go of Captain Johnson and said with a smile, "Thank you for writing Hank's pleading letter."

Captain Johnson was relieved.

When walking onto the trestle, Rosalin also enthusiastically waved to Captain Johnson.Then she stopped in front of Sherlock Holmes.

The old gentleman looked down at her right hand and said without saying hello, "Wedding ring?"

Rosalind: "Hey."

She opened her right hand like offering a treasure.

In the white palm of the young girl lies a simple and elegant wedding ring.

This was naturally stolen from Captain Johnson's pocket, otherwise Rosalin wouldn't take the initiative to hug others.The little tricks taught by grandma can be done quickly.

"What do you intend to do with it?" asked Holmes.

"He called me an uneducated wild girl." Rosalind shook the wedding ring with a smile, "That's rude, but I just sent back the wedding ring he lost from the boat to his wife, very kind. "

As for why Captain Johnson took off the wedding ring after boarding the ship, and why the wedding ring was sent back by a young girl with a beautiful font, let the captain's wife think for herself.

This was not framed by Rosalin, but Captain Johnson was actually having an affair.When she just hugged, she could still smell the unique powdery smell of the young girl on the captain.

Holmes raised the corners of his mouth quickly.

If it weren't for Rosalin's good eyesight, I'm afraid I would have missed the big detective's smile at this moment.

"Then, Miss Poirot."

Holmes asked: "Why do you call me?"

Roseline: "I want to tell you that the person who encouraged Hank the fireman to attack Miss Douglas was Sebastian Moran. I think this may help your operation in New York."

The familiar name landed on the ground, but Holmes' expression did not change in any way.

"You should tell Captain Johnson about this, and ask him to inform the police, not me," he said.

"But the instigator is Sebastian Moran," Rosalind reiterated, "and in the final analysis, he only sold a piece of news to instigate Hank, and it is difficult to convict him. If he is taken to the police He has the same name as Colonel Moran, who was involved in the vacant house case, and you are here for the professor, Mr. Holmes?"

Because of this, Rosalin chose to hide this information and told Mr. Holmes.

It was Hank who hurt Miss Douglas, and he would be punished for it.And Sebastian Moran behind him was just a messenger—if he was arrested just because he sent a message, then he would lose a bigger clue, wouldn't it be picking sesame seeds and throwing watermelons.

The old gentleman's expression was still cold and cheerless.He took off his hat, and with the action, the smell of American flower tobacco mixed with honey appeared again.

"What makes you think that I came to New York for my former enemies?" asked Holmes.

How strange.Rosalin could understand the smell of tobacco, but what about the smell of honey?Because Mr. Holmes started beekeeping after he retired.This barely smellable fragrance neutralizes the subtle aggressiveness of tobacco, just like Mr. Holmes in his later years. It seems that his temperament has settled down with age, but he still has a pair of sharp eyes.

Before retirement, Mr. Holmes didn't keep bees, and he didn't have the smell of honey. I'm afraid he would be more sharp than he is now.

"I don't know, I guess."

Roseline replied truthfully: "After all, your name was once compared to that of Professor James Moriarty, sir. I'm just sharing clues with you. Whether it can be used is up to you."

In this world, the famous "The Last Case" and "The Empty House" are almost 30 years ago.

According to Dr. Watson's records, Professor Moriarty fell into the waterfall and disappeared, and he never appeared again.Rosalin thought he was really dead, but when she heard Sebastian's name, she had a new idea.

After all, he is the ultimate villain. It is not surprising that he came to the United States after "resurrected from the dead" to continue to display his fists.

If it were Grandpa or Miss Marple, they might be able to immediately deduce the purpose of Mr. Holmes' visit and provide more precise assistance. Let's have a strong alliance.

But Rosalin just felt that this person was called Moran, and Holmes should be informed.

That's why Rosalin wasn't so keen on solving the case, mainly because she wasn't very smart.

Upon hearing this, Holmes glanced at Rosalind again, then nodded, "Thank you very much for your clue, Miss Poirot."

Rosalin was shocked.

Sure enough, Mr. Holmes came to New York for Professor Moriarty!

"I wish you all the best, sir," Rosalin extended her right hand, "you can successfully solve future troubles."

Holmes turned his head sideways, and also extended his right hand.

"And you too, Miss Poirot."

He held Rosalind's right hand very restrainedly: "I hope you can find your mother as soon as possible."

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at the same time.

A small building 500 meters away from the trestle on the outskirts of Hudson Harbor.

Sebastian Moran squatted down (), opened his suitcase, and opened the mezzanine where simple clothes and toiletries were placed. Under the mezzanine, there was a pole one meter long, flashing The dark Lee-Enfield rifle.

If a World War I veteran was present, he would immediately recognize that this is the MK.III mass-produced by the British Army, with a range of up to 1000 meters.

In front of Sebas was a bright and wide window.He took out the rifle, skillfully put the gun bracket on his right shoulder, and gently fixed it with the socket of his neck.As he adjusted his rifle, he hummed a dissonant Irish ballad in a hoarse voice.

"*Right proudly high in Dublintown—"

Looking along the right eye, you can see the Olympic cruise ship, the trestle, and the passing passengers and vehicles at a glance.

Sebastian's muzzle moved slightly.

"—Hung they you out flag of war—"

A straight-line distance of 500 meters, but in his eyes, the movements and expressions of the old and the young on the trestle bridge are clearly visible.

He pulled the bolt, and there was a crisp "click" in the empty room, and then Sebas's finger was on the trigger.

"—Twas better todie'han Irishsky."

The muzzle finally stopped.Sebastian Moran slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

But before he could actually pull the trigger, the door opened.

The door leaf twisted suddenly, making a sharp mechanical sound.A pair of leather shoes stepped on the floor of the room: "Don't do it."

Sebastian's back paused, and he let out a "tsk" in displeasure, then put down the gun.

He turned his head, and standing at the door was a well-dressed and well-mannered African-American youth.

The Civil War has ended for 60 years, but this does not mean that the minorities in the United States have been truly liberated.There are still more than [-] years before the apartheid system is officially abolished, and blacks in suits and ties like this are as rare as rare treasures.

"Why are you, Anansi?" Sebastian said coldly.

"What's wrong with me?"

Sebas put the rifle in his hand back into his suitcase.

"It's nothing," he quipped, "I just don't want a nigga to ruin my good mood."

The young man named Ananxi was unmoved, and he even smiled: "Each and each other, Irish bastards who use other people's names."

Sebas narrowed his eyes.

Anansi ignored the murderous intent in his eyes: "Holmes is nothing to be afraid of, don't startle the snake. The professor told you to keep an eye on Rosalind Poirot."