My years as a menswear boss

In just one night, Jiqiu got traces of David Hockley from the Baker Street squad.

The day Christie died in the bathtub, Hockley moved out of the Nickel Hotel.Currently staying at the hotel next to the alley where she first arrived.

No matter how you look at it, Hockley is suspicious.

Jiqiu was standing in front of the dilapidated hotel beside the deep alley. The smell of the gutter and the dead rats in the corner were very different from the Nicole Hotel.

There was only a thin, middle-aged gypsy woman in the hotel, with sunken eye sockets and deeply sunken cheeks.

"Let me find David Hockley." Jiqiu took out five shillings, and watched the woman in front of him rush into her arms with a blank expression, fearing that she would take it back in the next second.

"The first room on the left on the second floor." The hotel owner said hoarsely, and stopped staring at Jiqiu's face, and lowered his head to bite the black mud under his nails.

When he reached the second floor, Jiqiu subconsciously turned around, only to find that the woman was looking at her without blinking.

Suppressing the strangeness in my heart, I knocked on the door with my fingers, "Excuse me, is Mr. Hockley there?"

The door opened quickly, revealing the man in the room. Hockley was wearing gold-rimmed glasses with mottled frames, and a dark brown sweater with unstitched cuffs. It was obvious that life was too difficult to buy a new pair of glasses. and a new sweater.

Her hair was combed meticulously, and her shirt was washed white. On the whole, she looked more like a poor university teacher.

"I'm David Hockley. Are you?"

"My name is Gary. I have something to ask Mr. Hockley." No matter how gentle Hockley behaved, Jiqiu's suspicion did not diminish at all.

He didn't seem surprised at Jiqiu's arrival, and invited her into the room with a calm face, "What do you want to drink?"

"I don't have anything to drink, so I'll leave after asking a few questions." Jiqiu didn't sit down, and kept a distance of two meters from Hockley. If he made any changes, standing at the door was the most convenient way to escape.

Hockley seemed to relax and spread out on the sofa, "You want to ask Bill Christie?"

"It seems that you already know my reason for coming, so I don't need to beat around the bush. Mr. Hockley, where were you at nine o'clock three nights ago?" Jiqiu became vigilant.

"In the tavern opposite, Christie and I were drinking." Hockley replied without the slightest hesitation.

"So you sent him home. So far, this is the last person Mr. Christie saw." Jiqiu put his hand into his pocket, and there was a wooden revolver for women in it.

"Yes, he drank a lot that night. Drunk, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered." Hockley muttered to himself, tapping his temples, as if recalling.

"And then?" Jiqiu slowed down his voice.

"And then...then I pushed him into the water." Hockley smiled, as if he was just drowning an ant. "He tried to struggle, but he drank too much. Poor Christy, he couldn't get out at all." my hand."

Jiqiu sent David Hockley to the police car, his hands and feet were still cold.Hockley kept replaying the process of killing himself in his mind, and stretched out his hand with a smile, "You finally found me." '

"Thank you so much, Gary. One day, sooner or later, you will become a great detective like Sherlock Holmes!" Lestrade had a cheerful tone and patted Jiqiu on the shoulder excitedly.

"You're too polite. I'm still far behind Mr. Holmes." Jiqiu didn't accept the compliment. "May I ask Hockley a question?"

"Oh, of course!" Lestrade moved away, thinking to himself that although Gary's ability is not as good as Holmes', his personality is really better than Holmes'.

"Why did you admit your crime so readily?" Jiqiu looked directly into Hockley's eyes.

"I'm too tired, and the guilt in my heart makes me unable to sleep." Hockley looked calm, sitting in the police car in shackles, and he was not as panicked as other prisoners when they were arrested.

'You don't look like a guilty person at all. ' Jiqiu said in his heart.

Jiqiu summoned a carriage, returned to 221B, and found that Holmes and Watson had returned, and there was a long-haired and lop-eared puppy lying at Holmes' feet, yellow and white. Seeing Jiqiu coming in, he stood up waddlingly .

"Where did the little guy come from?" Jiqiu walked over and squatted down to scratch the puppy's chin, and found a piece of milk candy in his jacket pocket.The puppy turned to look at Watson.

"It's called Toby, and it's Mr. Sherman's dog." Watson signaled Jiqiu to give him the candy in his hand, and shook the milk candy in front of Toby's eyes before handing it to Jiqiu. Meekly sticking out his tongue and taking away the toffee, after chewing his stomach, he wagged his tail at Jiqiu and continued to lie down.

"Is the case all right?" Holmes put down his pipe.

"It should... go well. However, I still have some doubts." Jiqiu rubbed his chin, always feeling that things were not that simple.

two days later, london

The tabloids blatantly wrote: "Moon on the Sea"——thieves plucked other people's moons.

Jiqiu flipped through the daily newspapers, Hockley didn't say a word after being arrested, and only admitted that he killed Bill Christie.

Afterwards, Scotland Yard detectives searched David Hockley's residence and found many manuscripts, including the outlines of "Moon on the Sea" and "Moths in the Air".There is also a stack of manuscripts, including ideas for the next novel.

The tabloid reporters who got wind of it came faster than anyone else, and this issue of the newspaper went out of stock very smoothly.

For a while, the streets and alleys in London were discussing Christie's finding a ghostwriter. How much fans liked it before, but now they hate it.

David Hockley was portrayed as a tragic genius. He obviously had such a good talent, but Christie kept suppressing him and robbed him of his efforts.

In the end, I had to kill the thieves.Scotland Yard is being flooded with bail letters from Londoners, most of whom are seeking reprieve for Hockley.

The next day, a reporter from The Times interviewed Hockley in prison, pushing this matter to a new peak.

David? Hockley and Bill? Christie studied at the University of London at the same time, Hockley performed well during college, while Christie performed mediocre.

Everyone thinks that Christie's mediocre writing level cannot write works like "Moon on the Sea" and "Moths in the Air", and it is increasingly believed that Christie stole the fruits of Hockley's labor.

There were more and more petition letters, and some people even burned Christie's book in the square.

Jiqiu was skeptical about the ghostwriting. After all, the style of "Rice Fields on Land" is completely different from the previous two books, but the strange feeling in my heart is completely lingering.

Jiqiu walked out of the market with baguettes in his arms and bacon, and all the discussions in his ears were about the cases of Hockley and Christie.Suddenly, a carriage stopped Jiqiu's way.

"Mr. Gary, my master is here to invite you." The coachman who looked like a hill stopped in front of Jiqiu.

'Not from the orphanage! ? Jiqiu's heart tightened, she hadn't thought about the possibility that the director of the orphanage would take her back.

Just as Jiqiu was thinking wildly, a corner of the carriage curtain was pulled up, "Sorry, my servant scared you."

Hearing the pleasant female voice, Jiqiu breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the carriage.A dignified lady was sitting in the carriage, with a black veil on her head, her hands in black lace gloves on her knees, her waist was slender, and she sat upright.There was also an inconspicuous maid sitting beside her.

"My master is Countess Russell." The maid broke the silence.

Jiqiu stepped on the bearskin blanket and looked at it

After looking at the luxurious decoration in the carriage, she held the bacon stiffly with her arms. If she rubbed the grease on it, she would not be able to pay for it if she sold it, but the Countess stopped her abruptly. Why?

"Hello, Mr. Gary." The countess nodded slightly, her voice as gentle as a thrush.

"What can I do for you?" Jiqiu couldn't help but sit up straight.

"It is said that you helped Scotland Yard catch Bill's murderer?" Jiqiu felt the Countess' eyes staring at her through the veil.

"Yes." Jiqiu's voice was vague for a moment. In fact, David Hockley had thrown himself into the trap, and she hadn't found any suitable evidence at all.

If Hockley doesn't admit it, Jiqiu can only treat him as a suspect.But Hockley's confession was too straightforward, which made her a little unbelievable.

"Mr. Gary, I wonder if you have seen "Moths in the Air"?"

"I've seen it." This Jiqiu doesn't need to worry about it.

"What do you think of this book?" The countess tilted her head forward.

"A beautiful love."

"Beautiful?" The elegant woman seemed to be hearing this kind of answer for the first time, and her questioning tone revealed a hint of surprise.

"Yes, the love that flies to the flame. Sometimes it is beautiful because of tragedy."

"A very novel answer." The countess smiled, "If I want to say that Hill's prototype...is me?"

Um? !Jiqiu was stunned, and didn't react immediately.

"Hill was based on me. It was Bill Christie who fell in love with me, not the so-called Mr. Hockley."

The countess fiddled with her curly hair by her ears, and said Hockley with a sneer in her voice.

"So, what you mean is that the book "Moths in the Air" was written by Mr. Christie himself, and Hockley not only killed Christie, but even discredited him and robbed him of his honor."

After Jiqiu finished speaking, he frowned. If this is true, then Hockley is a complete villain.

"I heard that you are the famous detective assistant, may I ask you to take this commission?"

The countess lifted the veil, and Jiqiu found that her face was covered with many layers of powder, and her eyes were a little red and swollen. "I am willing to pay, as long as it is what I can give."

"That's what I should have done. I should be sorry for that, maybe it would have been easier if it wasn't my oversight.

I will find out the final truth, if what you say is true.Then Mr. Christie needs a clean slate too. "Qiqiu said in a low voice.