My years as a menswear boss

"The boy under the name of Carl Grant is 12 years old this year, and the girl is [-] years old. His biological father died in the Battle of Maiwand, and his biological mother died of depression. Later, Carl Grant adopted him from an orphanage in England."

Jiqiu sorted out the life of the second suspect on the oiled paper wrapped in the bread, licked the bread crumbs left on his lips, "I'll fold it back later and buy some toast."

"You let your guard down." Holmes rested his hands on his cane.

"Grant was born in a well-to-do family with no worries about food and clothing. He graduated from the University of London Medical School. He worked as a military doctor in the rear hospital in Peshawar and adopted two war orphans. He has a good reputation in the eyes of neighbors."

Jiqiu adjusted a comfortable posture and leaned against the carriage, "If he is really Jack the Ripper, then he must be a terrible criminal."

The bumping of the carriage finally stopped, Jiqiu jumped out of the carriage, stood in front of Grant's house and rubbed her sore waist, the cold wind cleared her chaotic mind, "Will his adopted son and adopted daughter Will be home."

Holmes said calmly, "Grant will send them to the governess' house when Grant is at work."

During Jiqiu's neglected time, Mr. Detective had already found out the schedule of the three suspects.

"Sir, you always walk ahead of me." Jiqiu patted the back of his head.

Carl Grant's home is a two-story western-style building. A simple wooden fence encloses an area. There are no flowers in the yard, but building block toys scattered all over the ground.

Holmes took out a set of earpick-like tools from his coat pocket, twisted the lock a few times and opened the door.

"Why not use copper wire this time?" Jiqiu glanced at the delicate gun.

"Observe carefully." Holmes showed a disgusted look, and he felt that the assistant beside him had turned into a stupid groundhog again.

Jiqiu bent down to observe the door lock intently, and then noticed that although the door locks were the same in appearance, the door lock of Carl Grant's house was much more complicated than David Firth's. The lock cylinder of Carl Grant's house was double. Different layers of structure, the lock cylinder of David Firth's house has only one layer of structure.

The first floor is the living room and kitchen, and the second floor is the study and bedroom.

"I'm here to search the kitchen and bedroom." Jiqiu didn't want to face the bible-like medical literature anymore, and hurried to the kitchen, "I will search for all the clues!"

All kinds of kitchen utensils in the kitchen are washed clean and hung on the smooth wall.

There was no trace of dirt in the pool. There was no Filipino maid in the Grant family. Carl Grant took care of the whole house alone.

This is the only thing that is different from the other two doctors. You must know that even Dr. David Firth, who is living in poverty, will hire part-time workers to clean up, and the daily meals are made by the nurses in his clinic or bought some cheap black Wheat bread and fried fish, this behavior of assigning extra work to the nurses made Dr. David Firth even more eccentric in others' mouths.

But now it is obvious that Dr. Carl Grant, who does not hire any servants and cooks for himself, is a little weirder.

'There was not even a single piece of kitchen waste to be found in the entire kitchen. Jiqiu held her breath, her cheeks pressed against the cold ground, the cabinet was lowered as she expected, and there was no dust, which made her feel frustrated for a moment.