Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

In a piece of quiet.

Mr. Holmes pulled up a chair and sat down in his most accustomed position, fingers clasped together, gray eyes bright and alert.

"Now comes the problem." He leaned back in his chair and said with a smile: "What is it that makes these sharks that only come out for the smell of blood gather together?"

Everyone in the restaurant looked different, but they all kept silent tacitly.

However, Mr. Holmes had no intention of asking them to answer.He joked and talked in a relaxed tone, matching his smiling expression, as if he was telling a story to a child.

"The answer couldn't be clearer. Only the bloody treasure can bring several violent elements who have grievances against each other to gather in a hall, but peacefully do not fight each other, and even, ha! They are so friendly that they can even have a drink together rum."

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Miss Anne. "These rude things are not for a lady like me to hear."

"Ah, lady. Yes, a lady," said Mr. Holmes. "The world sets many standards for a girl to be a lady, how to drink tea, how to walk, how to talk, how to use smell gracefully." Bottle, yes, and what kind of background."

"If you sum it up, you are indeed a lady with a noble background, but that doesn't mean you are a lady."

Anne Dana was flushed with anger by Mr. Holmes's words, and she looked like she was about to faint.

Ursula, who was watching from the sidelines, was very surprised. She said that Mr. Holmes' attitude towards women can be divided into two stages.

The first stage is those days before he was 34 years old, which can be seen from the gentleman's attitude towards love, as Dr. Watson said, "Sherlock Holmes doesn't like or believe in women, but despite occasional opposition, he is always a knight." demeanor."

The second stage is the "slap in the face" link that readers of later generations love to see. "That woman" made him re-acquainted with women. In the environment, the lovely and respectable Ms. Adler made this [-]th-century detective see the true wisdom of women, and he no longer dared to underestimate any weak-looking lady.

But his chivalry did not change because of this. This kind of mean behavior towards a lady, especially a young girl, surprised everyone who knew him well.

For example, the astonishment on Dr. Watson's face who brought the Boltons who came in proved this, but the doctor who always believed in his friends chose to keep silent. Instead of expressing any opinions, he turned his head and whispered to let him wake up The young lady in the room takes a seat and doesn't get excited.

"you!"

"I will make no apology for that, madam," said Mr. Holmes, "as it is by no means an offense, but a statement of fact, and let me help you recall your plans, beginning with the ball."

"You first used the unique advantages of young girls to make a fuss about holding a dance party to provide a perfect alibi for yourself and your accomplices."

"After that, kill the first officer."

"Wait a minute, this span is too big!" The blond boy interrupted Mr. Holmes' reasoning.

"How the two things are connected, for some reason... During the dance, I watched everyone's movements carefully." He confessed: "I'm sure no one left the venue."

"No one leaves, but something comes in, doesn't it?"

"Huh? Something brought in?"

"Mr. First Officer died from a cup of cold coffee, and the coffee beans used in that cup of coffee are not cheap, and they are relatively small. According to my survey, few people on board will order this specifically. In this case, every cup of coffee Presumably the barista will have a record of the production."

"It's different for an informal dance party. The food is brought in, and the drink is brought in. She only needs to choose the type of coffee, and use the wind pot (siphon pot) to make it all at once. There are many glasses for everyone, which is completely different from the conspicuousness after ordering for a single person."

"No one cares whether those coffees are one or two short, most of them will be wasted anyway."

"It's a regular habit to replace the same coffee. The murderer doesn't even need to leave the ball, he just needs to take advantage of the laziness of the barista on duty and make sure that one of the cups of coffee is delivered to the mate."

"Wait a minute, there is still a problem." Mr. Auguste Dupin Jr. asked again: "How can she be sure which cup of coffee it is?"

"She needn't be sure," said Mr. Holmes. "Because she puts every glass."

"What, put gems in each cup? Does she have so many gems?"

"You're talking nonsense," said Anne Dyner sarcastically. "Put gems in every cup, let alone how much movement it is, it will make people notice that I have never been near the table where the coffee is placed."

"I didn't say it was you, miss. I didn't say it was a gem."

"Mr. Holmes, please tell us what it is." Ursula also pulled the chair and sat down, cupping her face, her eyes shining brightly.

"Miss Dana's companion, of course, Mrs. Newt." Mr. Holmes took a funny look at Ursula's expression and continued.

"Now there is a misunderstanding. When we see a gem stuck in the throat of a deceased person, we must preconceive that they choked to death on a ruby."

"Is not it?"

"It is true that something stuck in the trachea can kill a person, but it is not possible for the three of them to be so careless all at once."

"What Mrs. Newt put in the coffee is not a gemstone, but poison. If Mr. Durban, you really carefully observed the flow of people present, then may I ask, have you noticed where Mrs. Newt is?"

"Uh..." the blond boy tried hard to remember. "She, she seems to have been drinking?"

"To be precise." Eric finally spoke. His uncle's firepower is too strong. In various senses, whether it is pulling the suspect's hatred or attracting people to listen to the reasoning process, he stands in the shining C position.

"It's been sitting in the drink area without moving, just on the bar in front of the barista."

"Poison? Put it in every cup? At the ball?" George Bolton couldn't help crying. He frowned and glanced at Miss Anne Dana with a disdainful expression before turning to Mr. Holmes.

"Aren't you kidding me? So not all of us are likely to drink poison."

"They don't care, or they'd be happier if each of you drank."

"Don't they care if someone from the ball dies?" Eve Burton covered her mouth.

"Hahaha." Mrs. Newt smiled. "The more you talk, the more exaggerated you are, Mr. Holmes."

"I admit, I know that you are a famous detective and have repeatedly solved cases, but this does not mean that you can use your reputation to spread rumors." She raised her chin and said extremely proudly: "If you Said, I put poison in every cup. How could it be possible that no one reacted at the ball, at least a few people should have died, and quite a few people drank the coffee.”

"You understand that poison is just a general term, madam." Mr. Holmes was not at all flustered. "All substances harmful to the body may be called poisons, but they are not immediately fatal."

"Although the cause of death of the other two cannot be determined, the first mate was indeed choked to death."

"You're inconsistent," August said quickly. "You were just saying they didn't choke to death."

"There is no contradiction, Mr. Xiao. An adult male with normal thinking should not be choked to death by such a big gem." Mr. Holmes said: "Everyone here has drunk coffee and should be aware of the taste of black coffee. No matter how hard you drink, you still swallow quickly, and you will react when such a large foreign object hits your teeth."

"But the first mate didn't." Eric went on to say, "Dr. Watson took a lot of effort to take out the gemstone during the autopsy, and almost cut his throat. Such a deep place cannot be done with one swallow. of."

"He fell into a state of unconsciousness while drinking coffee."

"I'm here to show you the first mate's cup for uncle." Eric shook his hand at a waiter, who presented a box.

After opening, take out a coffee cup used in first class.

"Please pay attention to the coffee stains on the rim of the cup." Little Mr. Holmes held up his cup to show them: "Everyone here can try to see what kind of drinking method can leave such marks on the cup wall."

Another waiter delivered a tray of coffee just right. This set of movements was clearly arranged in advance, and everyone was confused.

The aroma was tangy, and the hot coffee was served, but no one dared to drink it first.After Mr. Holmes' revelation, everyone now has more or less shadows on coffee.

"Take a sip of the hot one first?" Ursula took the initiative to take a cup and took a sip when everyone looked at each other and dared not take the cup.

"You'll get hot coffee on your lips, and after you take another sip, it will be on the rim of the cup, and when the coffee cools down, there will be marks on the cup," she said.

"That's right," said Mr. Holmes. "After this hot sip of coffee, our first mate fell into a state of torpor. The drug state was very small, and he was singing and laughing and dancing with chaotic voices." You may also think that you are too bored, you are too involved, and you need to take a break. Besides, no one wants to drink coffee when they want to dance, and dancing itself can make people excited."

"But this kind of sluggishness is fatal to a person who takes a big gulp of water. By the time his brain realizes that he is choking, it is already too late. If the person who put the gemstones on the scene deliberately does not carry out rescue, ha, Then this tragedy will be arranged."

"Did you say so, Mr. Assistant?" Mr. Holmes suddenly turned his head to look in the direction where the captain's body was placed.

There stood a few men in crew attire, one of whom took a step back at the question.

He was the guy at the scene of the crime who was heartbroken and said that the first officer was his beloved teacher. His face was pale and his expression was extremely sad and indignant.

"You don't have to act. The waiter who delivered the coffee has already told you that you opened the door to bring the coffee in. You don't have to put on a show, Mr. Assistant, no, I should call you..." Mr. Holmes dropped it lightly. A bombshell.

"Mr. Richard Katzman."