Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Sophie Bruno sat down opposite Inspector Lestrade very calmly.

"Miss Bruno, what were you doing before you found Mr. Kuru lying by the fountain. As far as I know, the only two of you left in the middle of the banquet. So, did you leave together or..."

"I went out with him," replied Mademoiselle Bruno cheerfully. "He said he wanted to see the sculptures in the labyrinth. I don't know who he knew from. I know the way, so he asked me to lead the way."

"And then?" continued Mr. Lestrade. "Did Mr. Kuru put his head in the water in front of you?"

"Ah, of course not." Miss Bruno said in horror. "He ran away by himself! After the second fountain."

"Miss Bruno, you said at the beginning that the other party asked you to lead the way. It means that he doesn't know the way, so why did he leave you and run away by himself? And he ran to the deepest fountain by such a coincidence."

"That's probably because..." Little Holmes interrupted suddenly.

……

"Mr. Kuru is actually a male...painter with outstanding color sense." Ursula said to Mrs. Bertha in amazement.

She is admiring a painting signed by F Kuru, which is a landscape painting depicting a garden under a gorgeous sunset. The color is bold, and it has the flavor of Monet's late works.However, since Monet hadn't started to create the famous Water Lilies series at this time, Ursula could only sigh secretly.

When expressing her views, she could not use Monet as an example, but could only praise the painter's sense of color.

Mrs. Bertha is obviously very fond of this painting, because in the small reception room provided by the owner of the mansion for them to wait, this painting is hung in the most prominent position.

"This statement is really interesting. The accent is on the male. Are you surprised that it is the gender of the painter?" Judge George walked over with a glass of Scotch whiskey. After experiencing the thrilling scene, he felt that he needed some wine to calm down .

Ursula glanced at the glass of schnapps with no ice or spices, secretly gave a huge definition of the 'good guy' judge, and she replied with a smile: "Yes, I think men can have this kind of wine." The wonderful sense of color is really a very, very magical thing."

"But aren't most of the famous painters in history male?" James Bruno also walked up behind the judge. He finally recovered his usual normal state and asked Ursula in a surprisingly lively tone. .

"That doesn't mean that men are more talented in painting than women, it just means that they have had more opportunities to show themselves since ancient times." The girl said calmly. "Different from human society, nature is a very fair existence. It distributes the evolution of physical strength to men while giving more sensory evolution to women."

"We are born to be a little more colorful than the world you see." She pointed to her eyes and said with a smile. This smile almost failed Mr. Bruno Jr. after he finally recovered.

Mr. Dinta was also interested and came over. "Is there any scientific basis for what you said?"

"Is this?" Ursula thought for a while. There is a scientific basis, but it must not have been discovered in this era.So she looked around the room and saw something.

"Please wait a moment." Ursula lifted her skirt slightly, walked quickly to a vase full of flowers, picked them out, and then turned her head to look at Mrs. Bertha: "Can I borrow these flowers?"

"Of course, sweetheart." The hostess smiled. "I'm quite interested in the matter of hitting the blind self-confidence of several men. You can use it whatever you want, even if you pick all the flowers in the garden."

"That can't be done, how can I let a beautiful lady like you lose the pleasure of seeing a new flower arrangement at breakfast because of the ignorance of these men." Ursula pulled out a red rose that had been carefully picked and thorned , kissed on the lips, and tilted his head to look at Mrs. Bertha.

The two met with a smile and reached a tacit understanding of the same kind.

Snapped.

A muffled sound interrupted the ladies' eye contact.

James Bruno took a sharp step back, bumping into the judge with his glass and stomping on him.

Judge George's attention was originally on the ladies' conversation, but he was startled by his friend's sudden movement, and suddenly dropped the glass on the carpet, and the brown liquor splashed his trouser legs.

"What are you doing, James." He whined under his breath, then swallowed the rest of his words and sighed deeply when he saw his friend's red ears.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Mrs. Bertha, I accidentally made a mistake and soiled your Persian carpet." Judge George saw someone attracted by this movement, and felt that he raised his voice to draw attention to himself first, so as not to let others find him Friend's gaffe.

"Ah, it's okay." Mrs. Bertha glanced at the traces of wine and waved her hand. "My father's housekeeper, Alan, is coming to help me for a few days. He is very good at dealing with this kind of problem. You don't need to do anything to clean it up."

"Well, come on, gentlemen."

Ursula placed a 'Lady Le Fepper' tulip, a 'Wales Ronda' dahlia, and a 'Bright Orange' rose.

"Please identify where their colors are different, and it is best to point out which flower is the reddest." She smiled. "If you really think you can distinguish more colors than we do, it should be pretty easy."

Several men glanced at each other and stepped forward one after another.Even the other gentlemen who were sitting quietly on the sofa waiting for the police officer's questioning were attracted, stood up and joined the game.

Several ladies who had talked with Mr. Kuru at the beginning of the banquet were originally in a state of anxiety, but were also driven by the atmosphere, showing curious expressions.

"Then who will be the referee? To judge whether our color discrimination is correct." Mr. Dinta said eagerly. "After all, everyone here may be partial to their own side." He pointed to the ladies surrounded by Mrs. Bertha.

"How about I come." A male voice as melodious as a cello sounded. "I promise I will be impartial. After all, I have to stand on the side of the eldest lady and I need to stand on the side of my own gender to do double consideration."

"By the way, I've specialized in fine arts, so don't worry about mine being incapable of recognizing colors."

"Alan!" Mrs. Bertha shouted in surprise, and she ran to the visitor happily like a little girl. "I didn't expect you to arrive at this point. I mentioned you just now."

"Master is very worried about you, and I am also very worried about you. And it just so happens that I am doing business in London these days, so the moment I received the telegram from the master, I immediately set off to find you." A gentle young gentleman So to speak.

"Let me introduce to you, this is the butler I have been mentioning all the time, the one who gave me the mermaid's red hat when I was a child." Mrs. Bertha laughed. "My father's most trusted subordinate."

Ursula tried her best to conceal her shock. Mrs. Bertha's housekeeper when she was a child was also an uncle. What's the matter with this young man?

But except for her, no one seemed to notice anything wrong, including Mr. Bruno Jr.

Ah, so suspicious.This guy is definitely not purely human, probably not even human.

"Are these the flowers? Miss." After exchanging pleasantries with Mrs. Bertha for a while, the other party approached Ursula and asked in a gentle voice.

"Oh, yes," said Ursula dryly.

"I'll write down my judgment on the color and see if it's right." He took out a small notebook, tore off a piece of paper, wrote some words, and showed it to her.

"Yes, that's true, except that the flower should be..." Ursula added a description later. "Well, this is the final answer."

"Yes. I understand." The young man in a black butler uniform smiled, and then turned to the men participating in the game. "I've figured it out, and now you can officially start the competition. To be fair, how about the ladies?" He tilted his head to Ursula.

"This..." Ursula looked at Mrs. Bertha, who nodded excitedly, and took the lead with several ladies to get the pens and paper for the answers.

The answer was quickly collected. Mr. Housekeeper carefully counted the final results, and it turned out that the man failed miserably.

"How could this be orange? Why is it orange?" Mr. Dinta flipped through the orange-red rose flowers in puzzlement.

"That's why you have poor color sense. I should have found out earlier, you never could tell the difference between my lilac purple dress and the forget-me-not purple dress." Mrs. Bertha covered her mouth with a folding fan and smiled.

"This can only prove that your lady is more careful than us, we just didn't observe carefully." A young man who also accompanied his sister said a little bit unwillingly.

"What about these two?" His sister also found two flowers of the same color, raised her eyebrows and asked him, "Do you think there is any difference between the colors?"

……

"Does it make any difference?" said Mr. Lestrade, looking at the two leaves in young Holmes' hands. "Aren't they all green?"

"Not in Mr. Cooper's eyes," Eric said. "In fact, there is another way to distinguish the direction in the maze, that is to look at the color of the sculptures and roads. The color of the stone used in each sculpture is getting lighter, and the wood chips used for the correct road are lighter than the wrong ones. The same is true for the varieties of hedges, every fork in the road..."

Little Holmes shook the blade in his hand and continued. "In the right direction, we will mix a boxwood variety with yellowish-green leaves as a road sign."

"That's why our Mr. Painter recognized his way after walking through two fountains." Little Holmes pointed to his eyes: "Excellent sense of color."

"Okay. Let's just assume that the deceased has this kind of lust, and he has found a pattern. Then?" Lestrade said with a headache.

"Then I went to look for him. I was afraid that he would get lost. I went around the entrance first, but I didn't find him." Miss Bruno quickly answered. "Just go inside and see if you can meet him. Oh, it was dark at that time, and I also met Thomson lighting a lamp and said hello to him."

"Thomson!" interrupted Miss Bruno suddenly, Mr. Lestrade. "Ma'am, is this Thomson the gardener of the garden?"

"Yes."

"Then he is [-] meters tall and a, uh, giant?" Mr. Lestrade struggled.

"How do you know! Mr. Inspector." Miss Bruno exclaimed: "Have you seen him? It shouldn't be, Thomson's ability to hide from outsiders is top-notch. If it wasn't for him not avoiding me, I wouldn't be able to easily Found him. Ah, I see! You deduced it, didn't you? You're really good!"

"That's right, Mr. Inspector deduced it based on his footnotes and other clues." Eric answered first. "He's always been so good."

Inspector Lestrade took a deep look at little Holmes, and felt Miss Bruno's awe-inspiring eyes again. He covered his cheeks, feeling that the back molar that had only seen a dentist last month began to ache again. .

Well, it must not be angry.