My years as a menswear boss

Tulip Street belongs to the middle class. The street scene is similar to Baker Street. It is an independent small building surrounded by gray bricks. Residents plant some flowers in a small piece of land surrounded by the circle.

David Firth lives in the center of the street, and the property right of the house is his own. It seems that he has accumulated a lot of savings in the past few years of practicing medicine.

Holmes rang the doorbell of No. 104. "The white paint on the letter box is still not dry. It was painted this morning. The keyhole is not worn, and there are still unpacked suitcases in the yard."

The door opened quickly, and he adjusted a friendly smile, "Take the liberty to bother me, we are your neighbors next door. My careless assistant forgot to bring the key, would you make it convenient for us to climb over the fence of your house?"

Ji Qiuli immediately put on an uneasy expression to match his boss's performance.

The fat woman who opened the door quickly showed a understanding smile, "We also just moved here a week ago, and my Martha is as careless as your assistant. Young people nowadays are getting more and more impetuous, if you don't mind, please Feel free." After speaking, he led them to the foot of the wall.

"I can't do it." Jiqiu hurriedly grabbed Holmes, who was about to do it. The wall was almost as high as two of hers, and there were no tools around to help her, so she couldn't climb over.

"With all due respect, sir, you should have hired a young and strong boy as your servant."

The fat woman wrinkled her nose, "Your servant is too thin to be of any help at all."

"On the contrary, ma'am." Holmes bent his knees slightly, and folded his hands in an arched body. "Gary, stop dawdling, and hurry up."

Jiqiu ignored the chattering woman, quickly stepped on Holmes' hand, used her strength to climb up the fence, and jumped into the yard first.

The yard of David Firth's house has been abandoned for a long time, the ground is overgrown with weeds, and the only tree is dead and has not been cleared.

"Is anyone really living here?" Jiqiu asked Holmes who jumped down next to him.

"I thought you were going to ask if we might meet the owner." Holmes patted the dust off his hands.

"The information you gave says that he runs a clinic, which is far away from here. If there is no accident, he will not come back from nine in the morning to five in the evening."

Jiqiu wiped the window sill outside the house, "The dust is almost as thick as my nails, shouldn't doctors pay attention to personal hygiene?"

"As far as I know, many doctors don't sterilize before practicing medicine." Holmes glanced at her indifferently.

Fortunately, the detective didn't seem to get too caught up on this point, and pointed to the shiny brass doorknob, "Many times the door and the handle can infer the general living conditions of the head of the household, and the scratches around the keyhole There are many clues in the wear and tear of the doorknob."

"Then shall we go in?" Jiqiu asked hesitantly. The British have always valued privacy, and Holmes' behavior is too bold in today's society. "This behavior is not very gentlemanly."

"I have never admitted that I am a gentleman. If you don't find out the criminal soon, more people's lives will be threatened. Has Miss Davis's etiquette lessons made you dogmatic?" Holmes spun a few times with the copper wire. Twist down to open the door.

"Of course not." Jiqiu sighed and followed into David Firth's house.

"Go to the study and don't mess things up." Holmes immediately ordered.

"of course not."

Pushing open the door of the study, Jiqiu checked the crack of the door up and down, and pushed the heavy wooden door open when there was no silk thread mark.

There are a lot of medical books in the study, and some notes are spread out on the desk, the top one is a human anatomy diagram.

'I won't win the lottery the first time. '

Jiqiu picked up the drawing, and there were many obscure medical terms written in the notes, which she could not understand at all with her current level of English, not to mention the nineteenth-century medical terms, many of which may be in Latin.

It was really a wrong decision for Holmes to ask her to check the study. With the mentality of completing the task well, Jiqiu opened the drawer to see if he could find any clues he could understand.The drawer was full of stacks of receipts.

'This is! ? Jiqiu scrolled down in disbelief, David Firth would send a sum of money to Maria Orphanage every month, and the latest date was just two weeks ago.

"Sir, I may know why David Firth's home is so gloomy." Jiqiu went downstairs and handed Holmes the money order in his hand.

"We should go to the next suspect's house." Holmes took the remittance slip and looked at it. "This doctor only has a few old sweaters in his closet, and the coat is probably the only one he is wearing."