My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Watson kissed Mrs. Goodbye, and then got into the carriage with Sherlock.

"Wait, why are you still carrying the suitcase?"

"Obviously, we're not going back to Baker Street for the time being," Sherlock said succinctly. "I need to do something that, well, I'm afraid the law will make us felons, but I promise it's for a noble purpose—although There's some romance, but not all."

He told Joanna all the information, and then concluded: "In order to prevent Milverton from discovering the abnormality, we have to leave tonight. His loyal secretary will not be near his room in the middle of the night. It is our best choice." I'd be an idiot if I missed it—I even know their dogs."

Watson couldn't help being a little startled: "I'm going like this?"

Sherlock showed a sly smile: "Of course not, you have to go back to the room through the window, don't let Joanna see it, put on night clothes, it's best to wear light shoes that don't make any noise, if it's convenient, give it to Mary Leave a message and try not to leave Joanna alone."

"You don't trust Joanna."

"I believe in Adlia's vision, and I also believe in my own judgment," Sherlock shrugged, "but, no matter how cautious you are, you can't be too cautious."

His smile gradually disappeared, and it was not difficult for him to guess why Adelia suddenly needed money. She must be dealing with Milverton, not offering enough price, not enough to keep the poisonous snake.He could reluctantly agree to such an action, because McCoff still had people in Kent, and he could ensure Adlia's safety.

"However, let's hurry up."

El Pudo's master is away, and the loyal secretary is hard to wake up after falling asleep, and the huge prison-like castle has become the servant's territory.Two "thieves" lurk in the deep night.

It was Watson's first visit to El Pudo, and everything seemed strangely terrifying to him, but his friend seemed very at ease.

"I originally planned to enter through the conservatory, but now that I have the key, everything becomes easier," Sherlock whispered. He has already used his excellent reasoning ability to analyze the purpose of several keys. There is no doubt that the insurance The cabinet and bedroom must be the most frequently used by this cunning fat man. "Except for the secretary, other servants will not come, but we still have to pay attention."

Something was rushing towards them, and Watson's heart was about to jump out of fright, but Sherlock calmly teased it, and took out a piece of jerky to feed it.

"Thanks Shilling," he murmured, "I'm too good at these medium-sized dogs."

This vicious dog is like a well-behaved pet in Sherlock's hands, and its tail almost wags in the dark night.Watson was no better than Sherlock in seeing everything clearly in the dark. He was left at the entrance of a long corridor to help watch the wind. If anyone came, he would be tied up immediately and leave through the window on the other side of the greenhouse.

Sherlock even spent a second lamenting that he didn't use his time to open the safe. Finding a place so easily made him excited and uneasy, and he was slightly relieved until the safe was completely opened with a "click". He took out his blackout lantern, glanced at it briefly, and easily confirmed Adlia's handwriting.Putting those extra copies in his arms, he grabbed a cloth bag to pack all the letters, and quickly and lightly closed the cabinet door.

Watson knew that it was a life-threatening talisman related to the lives of many noble gentlemen and ladies.

Everything just went so miraculously.The two escaped from the greenhouse.They didn't dare to make Billy wait here. The less people know about this, the better.Only leave along the wilderness in the dark.

After walking for a long time, Sherlock suddenly said, "I'm afraid the fire on Baker Street will have to burn all night to clean these things up."

They finally reached a slightly brighter place, took off their masks and called for a carriage.

"When will they find out?" Hua Changchang let out a long breath.

"Evil deeds will be discovered some day, though all the earth on the ground will cover them," said Sherlock softly. "We have the key, so there is no sign of picking the lock. Until Milverton himself returns, I think we are It's safe. But it won't help if he comes back."

"But will Milverton continue in the business?" asked Watson.

"As long as the news that he lost these letters is released, guess how many people who hate him with red eyes will come to revenge him?" Sherlock said.

The two returned to Baker Street, Sherlock lit the fire, and together with Watson burned letters one by one.

It's hot, thought Sherlock, somewhat absent-mindedly, wanting to read the letter he had missed.

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The next morning, 10:30.

Adlia had no surgery, no outpatient consultation, and received Milverton again in the waiting room—he didn't seem to be resting well, and his eyes were black and haggard.

"Ma'am, I see that the engagement wedding is in full swing. You shouldn't make fun of your own reputation." He pretended to be lighthearted and humorous, but his smile was a bit forced.

"I know." Adelia took the check out of her pocket and made a slightly tangled look. "As I said yesterday, I raised three hundred pounds. I ask you to allow time until the day before the engagement."

Milverton looked at the doctor shrewdly and took the check. He could see the doctor's struggle and entanglement in handing over the money: "Okay, good, I really like working with you You will never be short of pounds and guineas in the future."

Adelia returned with a smirk: "I would like to borrow your words."

"Why are you alone today?" Milverton put the check in his bag and asked casually.

"Joanna seems to be unwell these days, always asking for leave," Adlia frowned, a little worried and unhappy, "I'll go see her later."

She sent Milverton away perfunctorily, watched his back leave, and then called Roy.

"He will definitely be going back to London soon," Adlia whispered. "You take this letter from me and wait at the door of his hotel. He must have finished his meal before leaving. You count the time to see him." It seemed that I was about to leave, so I sent him a letter, saying that the matter was very urgent, and asked him to come to the clinic to find me."

She didn't know what step Sherlock and the others had reached in their activities, but it would be better if it could be delayed for another day. She was going to use Sir Brackenstadt's letter as bait, and then bargained with him to see if she could let Mill Wharton left later.

But there was no need for Roy to show up. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Milverton came directly to the consulting room angrily.

Adelia was on a medical visit, and when he was feeling the pulse of a patient, he pushed the door suddenly, and the bald head looked particularly happy at this moment.

"I said, where's Joanna's son-in-law!" He growled uncontrollably.

"If you can't abide by the clinic's rules, get the hell out of here." Adelia's tone was very gentle, but Milverton's loss of control made her feel relieved, and she had already started to figure out how to void the check.

The patient is the owner of the blacksmith, and he feels some low back pain recently. Because he is a male patient, Adelia routinely finds a male assistant beside him. At this moment, Adelia is still sitting when she is threatened, and the two men stand up at the same time and face each other. Milverton had a fierce look in his eyes.

"Isn't it your plan?" He suddenly understood something, "Isn't it you and your concubine—Holmes? This was all planned by you—"

His trembling hand was about to take the gun, but when he opened his clothes, the blacksmith boss swung him away with a strong force: "This stranger, I suggest you be more polite."

The gun fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Adelia finally got up, walked to the gun in a few steps, picked it up, and looked at it carefully: "Sir, I didn't expect you to load it—be careful, don't accidentally fire it."

She unloaded the bullet slowly: "Call the police, violently broke into the clinic with a gun."

Milverton laughed back angrily: "Okay! Very good!"

He didn't even bother to take the gun, he slammed the door hard, and left angrily.

Adlia breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Mr. Smith, you said that I have a good relationship with the gentleman surnamed Smith, and you have been of great help."

The owner of the blacksmith was also surnamed Smith. He withdrew his fierce demeanor and showed a warm smile: "Dr. Hurston is too polite, I can't watch you being bullied by local hooligans from other places."

Adelia smiled and said to herself, Milverton wears gold and silver, and lives extravagantly, but in essence, he is nothing more than a hooligan.The blacksmith boss was right.

She quickly put aside irrelevant thoughts and returned to work, teaching assistants how to check up on patients with low back pain.

She also taught him a few exercises so that he could slightly protect his lumbar spine.

Meanwhile, Baker Street.

Sherlock was finishing his reply to Adlia when he heard the hurried footsteps. After contemplating for a while, he judged that it was Brad.

"Strange," said Sherlock without turning his head, "what wind brought the Inspector to Baker Street?"

"El Pudo reported a break-in at night, I thought you might be interested," Brad didn't even bother to exchange pleasantries with Sherlock when Adlia was away, "Mr. Holmes said that you are investigating Milverton .”

"Break-in? Was someone injured, or was something stolen?" He turned his head lazily, and put his leg on the handrail carelessly and politely, "I'm really interested—if Milverton was injured, I would Definitely applaud."

Brad looked at the detective fixedly: "You know the inside story."

"I don't know." He shrugged.

"The servant has already told Milverton that he will return to El Pudo from Kent today," Brad no longer pressed the question, but asked cryptically, "Will anyone else be threatened by him?"

"Anyway, I won't," Sherlock raised the letter in his hand, "This letter is for Adlia, the engagement banquet between me and her is under preparation, and I will be there in ten days, in about two days." Went to Kent, I don't know if the inspector is free to come here?"

Brad was past the age when he needed a beard to disguise, but without the beard, the tension in his jaw was obvious to the detective.

"Of course, if you are willing to send an invitation letter." He said calmly.

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