Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

The rich aroma of coffee and toast permeates the restaurant. Except for some passengers who are used to getting up late, most people with normal work and rest are seated in the restaurant on time during the breakfast serving time to enjoy the meal carefully prepared by the chef.

It was rare for Ursula to get up early in the morning, and she was stuck, and was the first to enter the dining room.

At this time, she was spreading jam, which she was not interested in at all, on the second piece of toast today at a rather slow speed.And all this is to pass the time with reasonable behavior, so that I can wait for the appearance of the female version of Miss Paul Duran I saw last night.

It's a pity that until halfway through the breakfast time, the blonde girl who claimed to drug someone on the boat still disappeared. On the contrary, she attracted two unexpected guests by her side.

"Darling, your coffee has been sitting out for a long time."

The black-haired young man who had become friends with the French young man who didn't know when they walked into the restaurant together said intimately, and at the same time he specially pulled the chair closer to the girl.

"And the toast too, it's already cold. Eat what I'm serving." The other party graciously took away the bread covered with jam in Ursula's hand, and took the hot plate that he had just served, smelling delicious. The toasted bread with the aroma of milk after the butter was heated changed in front of her.

Facing his friend's behavior, the French young man next to him unexpectedly cooperated. He greeted the waiter to help the girl change a new drink while the other party was courting him.

Then, the new coffee was delivered in an extremely tortuous way in Ursula's view, first from the waiter to Paul Duran's hand, and then the other party gave the coffee cup to him when he could have passed it directly to him. Eric, and then he solemnly put it in front of himself.

It's outrageous.Ursula stared at the steaming coffee and thought, speaking of it, even though they had a relatively intimate contact last night, oh, part of it was her own initiative, but out of tacit understanding and agreement, the two people who met again for breakfast were still perfect. Keep your personality.

It is still the pattern of cold girls and overly enthusiastic suitors.Ursula was very satisfied, which relieved the bewilderment of the two people's meeting. Without the constraints of the script setting, she would not be sure what Eric, who was attacked by her, would do the next day.

Although Dr. Watson, who was eating breakfast at the same table, did not know about the behavior of the two children jumping into the sea last night, he was also very satisfied with Ursula's indifferent (speechless) performance, but the smile has not faded since the meeting The old young Mr. Holmes had some toothaches.

"He laughs too much." Dr. Watson thought as he looked at the overly sweet little Holmes, which made him want to play tricks on him.

"Mr. Holmes." The mature parent spoke, although the tone was a little hesitant at first, this was because of years of character, to be honest, using this surname to call someone other than Sherlock made Dr. Watson feel very awkward, even if that was the other party dear nephew.

"If Ursula wants to change, she will speak up herself." Mr. Parent hinted that Eric was a little meddling. "I really don't need to bother you."

"It's okay, Dr. Watson. It's a gentleman's responsibility to take care of a lady." Eric said with a smile, as if he didn't understand the hint at all. Instead, he thought that the other party was embarrassed to trouble him, and answered very cheerfully.

"There's more than one lady here, Ursula," said Dr. Watson with an effort to be serious.

"That's right, but this is the only one I admire." Eric looked at Ursula, who was eating bread without saying a word, and said bluntly. Then, with the enthusiasm and courage unique to young boys, Bravely face Dr. Watson who pretends to be a serious parent.

"..." Eric, who found this stupid and bold model, was silent than Dr. Watson, who was not much easier to deal with than usual. He logically said that he should reprimand this kid to stay away from his cabbage, but he found that he had no reason to do so , both of them are single young people of school age, and there is nothing inappropriate about their identities.

So, he remembered the suggestion of that person last night.

"My niece, she... is actually engaged."

"Cough cough cough."

Ursula, who happened to be drinking coffee, choked on the words, grabbed her napkin and covered her mouth.

She never expected that Dr. Watson would suddenly drop such a bomb after being silent for a long time, but it was not over yet.

"The purpose of our trip is to go with her fiancé to meet her parents who are working in Egypt." Dr. Watson said more and more smoothly, because it was the truth, so he didn't need to stop and think about making up nonsense, just be honest.

Eric originally wanted to pat the choked girl on the back, but suddenly froze, and the two of them looked at the serious-looking Mr. Parent.

"..."

"..."

"Ah!... Is that so?" Paul Duran, who was the only one present who was not choked into aphasia because he didn't know the inside story, looked at his shocked new friend sympathetically, and felt sorry for him for falling out of love so quickly. He shed a tear, and then he couldn't help but look at the other party, Miss Watson.

Wait a minute, why does Miss Watson also have a shocked expression on her face.

"uncle!"

Ursula, who noticed Mr. Duran's strange sizing eyes, quickly reacted to Dr. Watson's magical operation.

With a sad tone, she stopped her uncle who seemed to be planning to continue talking. Although she wanted to torment the Mr. Detective who was always confident, this setting of having a fiancé was no longer just a toss If he dies, she will feel bad too.

"Don't talk about your fiancé anymore, I haven't even met him!" Ursula quickly set the tone for the setting of her fiancé: "What's more, it's this age, and I haven't met anyone, how can I be called a fiancé?" Get engaged."

Try to make a patch before Dr. Watson continues to disclose the personal background of the so-called fiancé, so as to prevent the situation from complicating.

"Haven't you met? So the other party didn't act together with you, but will meet for the first time in Egypt?" Little Holmes also reacted. difficult mode.

"And you don't want to see him?" He deliberately blurred the engagement itself, focusing on the parties' thoughts.

"That has nothing to do with you, Mr. Holmes." Ursula threw down the napkin, got up and left, or more precisely, slipped away.She felt that if the conversation continued, the situation would become more complicated. Why do people in their family like to add drama to themselves so much! Dr. Watson has also learned badly!

Seeing this, the black-haired young man took a look at the elderly Mr. Parent, stood up without hesitation, and chased after him according to his own profile.

"Wait for me, Ursula. Shall we talk?"

"You..." The French youth who promised to be the wingman looked at Dr. Watson, who was not affected by the chaotic conversation at all, and was munching on toast, but finally said nothing.

Unexpectedly, Dr. Watson took the initiative to talk to him.

"By the way, Mr. Duran, do you know how to register your servant?" The parent who just tried to beat the mandarin duck asked kindly.

"butler?"

"That's right, because I didn't bring anyone with me when I went out, so I found a nimble guy on the boat to help me with things."

"What can I do for you?" Paul Duran subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and he became worried about his friend again. He must not have been specially recruited to deal with him.

"Just some chores." Dr. Watson said lightly. "Because neither I nor Ursula took anyone on board, I don't know much about the check-in procedures in such cases."

"Ah, you can just talk to the person in charge of the guest room on our floor, and he will help you get your servant's pass." The French youth said, and then he couldn't help asking curiously. "Did you hire a guy from third class?"

"Yes, I met a very nice fellow on my walk last night." Dr. Watson smiled, and he put down his coffee cup. "I'm done eating too, see you later, Mr. Duran."

"Oh. Goodbye." Paul Duran stood up and bid farewell to Dr. Watson.

"By the way, do you have any sisters?" Dr. Watson suddenly asked him as if he had thought of something before turning around.

"Ah? A real sister?" Mr. Duran, who was still thinking that his new friend might be troubled by a strong guard in the future, was confused by this question. "I don't have any, only a few distant cousins. You ask this?"

"That's a pity. I also thought that since you have such a good relationship with Mr. Holmes, after he was rejected by Ursula, you can introduce your sister to him." Dr. Watson looked at his blond hair with reason. answer. "I believe that after the other party is emotionally hurt, he may not want to know a dark-haired girl again."

"It would be a pity if he got depressed, so it would be great if there were other good girls who could make this young man forget everything and start over."

"I thought you didn't like him." Paul Duran said in surprise. "But it doesn't seem to be the case now. If so, why don't you support him in pursuing Miss Watson? After all, according to Miss Watson, the engagement is just a very...existence that she doesn't agree with."

"I don't support it." Dr. Watson's answer was beyond the expectation of the French youth.

"That……"

"But I won't support it either. You know, Mr. Duran, the encounter between him and her during the time on the ship was nothing more than that engagement." Dr. Watson put on his hat to point out.

"How can this be nothingness? In my opinion, Mr. Holmes' feelings for Miss Watson are absolutely sincere." Paul Duran defended his new friend.

"Ha, believe me, even if this young man really impresses my dear niece during these days, everything will be shattered like a dream when she arrives in Egypt, and she will obediently perform that engagement." Dr. Watson said A disapproving expression.

"You don't understand her, but I do."

"Also, thank you for your answer. Goodbye this time." The mature gentleman raised his hat, turned and left.

The French youth, who was left alone, hugged his head in confusion under the explicit or covert scrutiny of others in the restaurant: "What do they mean by this?"

Ursula, who didn't know that Dr. Watson not only helped her set up a conversation, but also found a valet, trotted all the way to the reading room on the ship with her skirt in her hand, and was grabbed by Eric who rushed over. wrist.

"..."

The two looked at each other silently for a while, seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Will you refuse that marriage contract waiting in Egypt?" Eric asked suddenly with a frowning face.

"Hey, you're making progress." Ursula said speechlessly, throwing away the claws of little Holmes who was still digging language traps for her in this situation, with a disappointed expression on her face.

Isn't that fiancé whom he met in Egypt himself?but……

"Actually, my uncle is not like this." Leaning against the wall, she looked up at little Holmes.

"Isn't it?" Little Sherlock Holmes, who understood Ursula's words, that Dr. Watson's script was not arranged by her, touched his chin. "That's kind of interesting."

The two brats stood in the corridor and pondered. They suddenly realized that Dr. Watson not only cheated Eric, but also started cheating Ursula at the same time, which may be hiding other secrets.

"Speaking of which, I also have an uncle. He will also go to Egypt soon." Eric said suddenly after thinking about it.

"Really? That's really good." Ursula replied dryly, and she also thought of Mr. Holmes' usual routine of "Go first, Watson." Then followed secretly, and suddenly appeared.

Under this new idea, after the two looked at each other for a long time with complicated emotions, Eric spoke first: "I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. I can't accompany you during the day today, but can I have dinner with you tonight?" ?”

"Even if I say no, you will come at first." Ursula said in a cool tone, then turned and walked to the library on the ship.I plan to go around where every girl goes to see if I can run into the blonde lady or the lady who looks like the other's girlfriend.

In fact, in the morning, she chatted with the maid who was in charge of her room. According to the other party, among the few ladies in the first class and second class, there was only one woman who traveled with her grandparents. The little girl, as well as a lady and her five-year-old little girl are pure blonde, and the others are all blond to varying degrees.

As for her age, it doesn't even have a golden tinge.All have black or brown hair.

So in this case, Ursula had a hunch that the unclaimed ruby ​​must be related to the girl who was extremely similar to Mr. Duran, but she hadn't heard the other party mention it at all.

And that "he" should also be the same person.

Funny, thought Ursula, this was the third wave of murderers for "him," and what had this "him" done?

While thinking, she walked slowly to the bookshelf of detective novels, reaching out her hand to pick a book at random to pretend.

It may be because it is mainly to entertain tourists, so most of the books placed in this small reading hall are novels, not to mention the works of Charles Dickens, the most popular novelist in the Victorian era. Fantastic horror stories such as La Fannu and Poe are also placed in the foreground.

In this case, Ursula clicked on the neatly arranged spines of those that were famous in her previous life or through the changes of the times, or completely forgotten by the times, which she had never heard of, described in gilt letters. The author's name.Subconsciously, he chose to smoke the book marked with the name of the famous thriller novelist, Edgar Allan Poe, who was complained about by Mr. Holmes, and then bumped into another white hand in a dramatic way.

"Sorry, Miss." A slightly hoarse boy said.

Ursula raised her head, and the owner of the hand was a boy who looked quite young.

Although due to the influence of her previous life, she has never been good at judging the age of Europeans, but this boy with a petite bone structure and a boy who has not yet drawn a rod is at most fifteen or sixteen years old.

Oh, and still blonde.

blond?

Ursula pulled out the collection of short stories by Edgar Allan Poe and smiled at the blond boy with strange features.

"You like Poe too?"