My years as a menswear boss

The doorbell rang again, and Jiqiu and Huasheng looked at each other. Another commission?

The landlady led a middle-aged man into the living room.

"Mr. Cloade?" Watson obviously knew the bald man in front of him, and stood up with his usual expression to shake his hand.

"Mr. Watson, is Mr. Holmes there?" Cloade looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot.

"Yes, he's upstairs. You can wait in the drawing room." Watson invited him to sit down. "This is Mr. Holmes' assistant, Gary. Gary, this is Mr. Cloade, editor of the London Daily."

But at present, the editor couldn't pay any attention to Jiqiu at all, and nodded perfunctorily, without even thinking about why Holmes hired a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child as his assistant.

While Cloade was waiting anxiously, the protagonist he was waiting for finally walked downstairs.

"Mr. Holmes, it's a pleasure to meet you." Cloade stood up immediately, his face softened a little.

"Please explain your purpose of coming as soon as possible." Holmes went straight to the sofa where he often stayed and sat down.

"I don't know if you know Christie, Bill? Christie?" Cloade asked immediately after sitting down.

Holmes frowned, and Watson's eyes lit up, "It's that Mr. Christie, the one who wrote "Moon on the Sea"!?"

When Jiqiu heard this literary name, he immediately realized that it was a literary work, and Holmes had no interest in literary works at all.

"Mr. Christie's works are very popular with the public." Watson explained to the two friends, but the two did not have any special reaction.

"Yes. I am the editor in charge of Mr. Christie. I have an appointment with Bill to come and collect the manuscript."

Cloade clenched his hands on his knees tightly, and his lips moved a little, "I knocked on the door several times, but there was no response. This is very abnormal, usually I just knock and it opens."

Jiqiu looked at the pale-faced editor-in-chief of the newspaper without blinking, and understood what he was going to say next.

"I opened the door with the spare key under the floor mat. There was no one in the room except the bathroom door, which was locked. I knocked many times. Finally I had to find a few people to break the door together. Bill lay In the bathtub."

Cloade let go of his clenched hands, "Bill didn't have any external injuries, and the door was locked from the inside. Scotland Yard said he committed suicide. I know I doubt the professional police detectives.

The idea may be ridiculous, but there is absolutely no way Bill committed suicide!A month ago he was still talking about his next novel. "

"Is there anything unusual in the house?" Holmes was indifferent like a machine, in stark contrast to Watson who looked regretful.

"No, the lock of the safe is still fine." Cloade shook his head.

"With such a big incident, Christie's family did not hold a funeral for him." Holmes said affirmatively.

"You always know everything, Mr. Holmes. Yes, Bill's parents died early, and he has always been withdrawn. He has no other society except me."

After understanding some basic questions, Watson personally sent Cloade to the door.

"Mr. Holmes, are you sure you want me to go?"

Jiqiu poured half a jug of milk into the black tea and stirred it with a small silver spoon. She remembered that Holmes just said to Cloade with a straight face, "I will send my assistant Gary to investigate." 'Let this mentally devastated editor almost faint.

"You've always been confident in your abilities, haven't you?" Holmes raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I will do my best." Jiqiu sighed, "Mr. Watson, how much do you know about Bill Christie?"

"A very well-known novelist, who attracted many readers with "Moon on the Sea" a year ago. I am one of them. It's really a pity." Watson looked regretful.

"Have you any of his books?"

Watson quickly brought three books, "All the books he published are here."

All three are novellas. Jiqiu opened "Moon on the Sea" and looked at the publication date, "Is this his first novel?"

"Yes. The later publications are "Moths in the Air" and "Rice Fields on Land". This is his trilogy written by Sea, Air, and Land."

"Kong, is this his autograph?" Jiqiu opened the title pages of the three books, and "Moths in the Air" was signed with a pen.

"I had the honor of meeting Mr. Christie at the writer's salon. I happened to be carrying this book, so I asked him for an autograph."

Watson sighed, "Although Mr. Christie is not good at words, he is really a gentleman. During this short period of time, we got along very well."

"That's really regrettable." Jiqiu moved the three books, "Mr. Watson, I will read them and return them to you as soon as possible."

Jiqiu picked up "Moon on the Sea" and started reading in order. He thought that he could participate in "The Four Signatures" and watch Holmes' interpretation with his own eyes.

character creation

It can reflect the author's thoughts from the side. "Moon on the Sea" tells the story of a teenager living by the sea. His family is poor, but the protagonist is very optimistic and actively faces the setbacks in life every day.

The sentences of the novel are simple, but it reveals the philosophy of life everywhere. It is more than enough for children to read before going to bed and novels to pass the time on the train. It is very healing.

Jiqiu gave an evaluation in his heart. This style is unique among a large number of romanticism and realism novels. It is different from romanticism, which is as beautiful as a fairy tale, and it is not like the miserable life of realism.

Jiqiu was so fascinated by it that she didn't even notice that Holmes and Watson went out and came back.

"Are you going out at night?" Jiqiu watched as Holmes took out the weapon from the drawer and put it in his pocket. It was another risky move.

Watson left a sentence of "rest early" and followed Holmes away.For these two people, she is not worried at all.I just regret not being able to participate.

Jiqiu decided to go to Christie's apartment tomorrow to look for clues. He rubbed his sore waist after sitting for a long time, washed himself hastily, and got into bed.

Early the next morning, Jiqiu didn't see Holmes and Watson at the dinner table, "Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Holmes, haven't they been back overnight?"

"Yes. May God bless them this time as well as before." Mrs. Hudson looked worried.

"Relax, Mrs. Hudson. Mr. Holmes is more than capable of handling the incident."

Jiqiu took the plate from the landlady's hand, sandwiched the fried egg and bacon between two thick slices of toast, skillfully cut it into small pieces with a knife and fork, and put them in his mouth.

Knowing that the two of them were safe and sound, Jiqiu was not too worried, and pondered some of the answers that Cloade said yesterday in his mind.

After solving nursery rhyme cases with Holmes last time, she is very interested in these cases that have not been written in the book.

'Hopefully it's as fun as last time. '