[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

There is an inconspicuous narrow alley next to Sax Coburg Square. When Isabella read "Harry Potter" before, she didn't have much reaction to the spider's end alley where Professor Snape lived. Now, looking at the In this dilapidated and dirty alley, she finally understood what it was like in the book to see the dirty water flowing out of the trash can mixed with mud, and when people stepped on it, it was like a yellow mud footprint.

She frowned, and subconsciously pulled up the red maple leaf scarf around her neck.I really don't know why there is such a dirty alley hidden in the bustling city in London in the 21st century.She carefully avoided the mud and dirty water on the ground, and after passing through a row of sparse and withered laurel bushes, they finally saw Mr. Jabeth Wilson's leather shop.

Beneath the dusty and cobweb-covered sign with several holes in it, a smart young man with a file and a tube of paint in his hand was intently painting the leather bag.Apparently this was Mr. Wilson's chap, as he said, Vincent Spaulding was tall, his arms hidden under his tattered gray sweater, even at a distance, Isabella You can also feel the muscles that are tense and ready to go anytime, anywhere.

"What did you find?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

"This Mr. Spaulding may have other purposes. He doesn't look like a craftsman." Isabella unconsciously tapped the ground with the tip of her umbrella. She didn't even realize how much this action resembled McCaw. husband.

Sherlock looked back at her, stretched out his hand to take her umbrella, and under Isabella's puzzled eyes, poked the tip of the umbrella fiercely at the crosswalk in front of the leather goods store. Isabella keenly noticed that the umbrella The sound of snapping asphalt roads was not the usual muffled sound, but closer to a crisp echo, like a hand knocking on a rosewood wardrobe.

"The bottom is hollow?" Isabella said in surprise, "I haven't heard that London is going to repair the sewer recently."

"Don't you have any other discoveries?" Sherlock returned the umbrella to her, put his hands in his pockets, and strode forward on his own.

Isabella followed quickly, "Of course, the first time we stepped into the back alley, that Mr. Spalding looked up at us vigilantly. This level of alert ability is not like a craftsman. People, coupled with his tense body all the time, you and I are familiar with this kind of people, aren't we?"

"Hmph," Sherlock snorted coldly, and sneered, "The fat man specifically warned me not to intervene, so those stupid goldfish can't see the identity of Vincent Spaulding, a well-trained agent, boring .”

"So this case belongs to your brother again?"

"No," Sherlock stood at the corner, looking at the busy street, "Did you notice Spaulding's knee?"

"Yes, dirty and battered and worn white."

"It means that he must be half-kneeling somewhere. Wilson's leather goods store has a basement, and some expensive leather products must be kept out of the sun, so Spaulding has enough reasons to often go in and out of the basement."

"There's no such thing as a redhead society, right? It's all a cover," Isabella suddenly realized. "The recruiters, the guys who ask for half their wages are all part of the same group."

Sherlock had a speechless expression of "you just saw it", and said in a low voice: "Of course, Spaulding brought back the newspaper, and he encouraged Jabes Wilson to apply for the job, and this so-called redhead club is the biggest The usefulness is to control Wilson, and those people will have enough time to do some tricks in his leather shop."

"What tricks?"

"Oh, come to think of it, the basement, the hollow street, there's no women here for them to have affairs with, and there's no rich money for them to keep an eye on."

"Could it be... digging a tunnel?" As soon as the idea came out, even she herself found it ridiculous.

"Yes."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he ignored her. They turned around Sax-Koberg Square. The road was full of traffic, and there were as many expensive vehicle models as there were in a car show. Sherlock stopped, and a map of London appeared in front of his eyes.

"In the order of the houses . . . there's a Mortimer's, a newspaper shop, a Coburg branch of the City and Suburbs Bank, a vegetarian restaurant, and the McFarlane Carriage Works. No, it's not them, oh , " Sherlock closed his eyes, and swiped his right hand back and forth in the air, "It's here, the bank..."

"A bank?" Isabella joked, "A national security agent can't rob a bank, right?"

"Today is Saturday, they have enough time to transfer the things in the bank." Sherlock didn't answer directly, his eyes were shining brightly, and he walked through the traffic calmly, causing the horns of the cars that were forced to stop to beep to beep.

"Who?" Sherlock said to himself. "We need to find out what they're trying to steal from the bank."

"Sherlock!" Isabella said worriedly, "Mycroft warned you not to meddle in this matter... is it actually implying that you don't touch something in the bank safe? It's really good for you to ignore his warning." ?"

Sherlock stopped, stood at the door of the bank, and said lightly: "I don't think you are the kind of obedient boy?"

"..." He was speechless.

So the bank manager, who was drinking tea leisurely during working hours at the Koburg branch, saw such a strange pair: a tall curly-haired man with a kind and even loving smile on his face, patted his face The shoulders of a girl who was as delicate as a doll said that she would open a safe account for her adult sister.

The manager's gaze wandered over the two, seeing their expensive clothes and elegant demeanor, no doubt about him, the manager had a smile on his face, and respectfully invited them to the inner room, and poured tea and pastries.

"What's your name, sir?" He rubbed his hands and asked cautiously.

"Sherlock Holmes."

"Okay, Mr. Holmes, you are really a good-looking talent... Your sister is so blessed. Cough, our bank currently has these types of businesses, which are definitely the safest. You can rest assured." He patted his horse familiarly. Come on, and hand over a document.

Sherlock lost interest after just a glance, he raised his eyebrows: "Do you only have these types?"

Isabella, who was sitting obediently by the side, also took the opportunity to act, "Hmm...it seems not as good as the banks we looked at before."

The manager's heart was beating like a drum, and he suddenly felt that the customer in front of him might be a big deal, and if it did, the annual bonus alone would be a considerable income.He blushed with excitement, got up immediately, took a new document mysteriously, and said, "Mr. Holmes, I really can't hide anything from you. In fact, our bank has a better credit rating and a higher safety factor." High choice...”

Sherlock glanced at the file, tapped a few options on it with his index finger, and said, "This one is good, but isn't it too exaggerated to say that it is placed in the ground at a depth of tens of meters?"

"And there are 24-hour guards," Isabella added, "Can we go and see? After all, seeing is believing. I'm sorry... It's not that I don't believe you..."

"Well..." He looked embarrassed.

"To be honest, sir, this business of your bank is already my first choice, but I still need to confirm it again." Sherlock pressed on step by step, and he stared closely at the eyes of the clerk.

"This……"

"Brother, if it doesn't work, let's choose the one from Barclays Bank. The storage fee is not the main thing, at least it's safe." Isabella took the opportunity to say.

Just when the bank manager couldn't bear the temptation and broke the rules, the door was kicked open. Inspector Lestrade led a group of police officers standing at the door, and when he saw the three people sitting on the sofa, he was surprised. Said: "Why are you?"

Sherlock immediately removed the warm smile on his face, frowned, and said uncomfortably, "I still want to ask you?"

"I received a report that there was an illegal transaction here," the upright Inspector Lestrade signaled the police officer to step back, he rubbed his forehead, and suddenly understood who was making fun of him, "Damn! Sherlock, you can't Make less trouble?"

"Oh, fat man wants you to stop me?" Sherlock said in a very bad tone.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock, according to the procedure, you have to go back to the police station with me," Inspector Lestrade sighed, and looked at Isabella unnaturally, "Uh, you, forget it... "

"Inspector?" said Constable Donovan disapprovingly. "She's a suspect..."

"Okay, Donovan, you can go and search this place." Detective Inspector Lestrade looked at his subordinate who was tempting on the verge of death and ordered helplessly.

"But the Inspector..." Donovan shut up under Inspector Lestrade's warning eyes.

After the police officers searched it once, the manager who was stunned in place finally came back to his senses, and he said weakly, "Excuse me..."

Everyone turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing else..." He closed his mouth instantly.God knows he just wanted to ask that Mr. Holmes if he still needs banking business.

Sitting in the police car, Isabella looked at the scenery outside the window. This was her first time riding in a police car, and her life experience was enriched.In the car, Inspector Lestrade asked her where she was going, and Isabella answered 221B.

So the kind-hearted Mr. Inspector took a fork in the road and sent her back to Baker Street, while Sherlock, who was specifically told by McCoff to "focus on care", was escorted all the way back to Scotland Yard by the police car, and completed the work at the police station as a "suspect". A series of questions.

Isabella walked upstairs slowly. Mrs. Hudson was not at home, and she seemed to have gone shopping again.Sitting on Sherlock's exclusive sofa, she suddenly remembered the Claire Green she saw in the meeting hall the day she returned to the palace. That day, only Princess Beatrice was in Buckingham Palace. Is the thing to be stolen, kept in the bank vault, related to the royal family?

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