[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

"You are Mr. Villiers' valet? Mr. Maureen Fell."

This is an unoccupied room, and even the lights are half-lit, making the room look a little dark.

Before Sherlock came in, Carson asked the servants to clean up briefly, and brought a table and two chairs.

Sherlock obviously didn't pay much attention to these details, his attention was all on the person in front of him.

His gaze made Maureen feel like he couldn't hide, as if Sherlock had seen through him with just a few casual glances.

Mo Lin cleared his throat and subconsciously straightened his back.The tuxedo on his body showed the best look of a valet, and he nodded: "I am."

"Did Mr. Villiers eat anything before coming to dinner?"

As the valet who personally served Villiers, Maureen should be very clear about this kind of problem.

He pondered for a moment, then recalled and said: "Master enjoyed afternoon tea at about four o'clock. He drank some black tea, ate some scones and some other desserts."

Sherlock pointed at the table and continued to ask: "He used afternoon tea alone?"

"No, madam is also there. But madam eats very little, she only drank a cup of black tea."

Sherlock nodded slightly, and he asked about Villiers' usual dining habits, and whether Maureen was with him when he left home.

After a series of questions, Sherlock said that the next one can come in.Carson has been watching the progress by their side, and Hughes is on the lady's side, so that Cora can order.

The other servants who hadn't been asked gathered downstairs, and Mrs. Patmore was looking at her cooking and sighing, what a waste.When this matter comes to an end, maybe she will rush out to eat some food overnight to fill their hunger.

Daisy was not in the restaurant, and this was the first time she was so close to death as a young girl, "I don't know if this matter can be resolved today, it sounds scary."

Thomas unbuttoned the vest inside the tuxedo and sat on the chair. Without Carson, he lighted a cigarette leisurely.

"You're just too timid. Miss Cynthia won't do it at all. She's still trying to check the corpse."

Now even Mrs. Patmore exclaimed, "Really?"

O'Brien curled his lips sarcastically, "It sounds like something only she can do. Sometimes she can't even compare to the girls in the slums of London. At least the girls there know what to do and what not to do."

Daisy, who had a few words with Cynthia last time, grabbed the apron with her fingers. She felt that what O'Brien said was wrong.But thinking of her usual mean behavior, Daisy dared not speak again.

Thomas was not interested in their arguments. He knew that he had stayed at the end in the banquet hall just now, and he could have seen and heard Cynthia and Holmes discussing.Anyway, those nobles never shy away from servants, and Thomas, who has first-hand information, couldn't help showing off.

He suddenly approached the people on the table, and said in a low voice: "I still know something about Maureen Fell, the personal servant who died in the banquet hall, do you want to know?"

Everyone's attention was focused on Thomas, and he continued with satisfaction: "I heard that he has no interest in other women, except for one."

For this person, Thomas kept a secret, waiting for everyone to urge him.He just said a name, and everyone else showed expressions that they didn't expect to be her.

"Doesn't this mean that he is not a little suspect? Will you tell Mr. Holmes, Thomas."

Thomas sat back down again, flicking the cigarette butt with his right hand.

He glanced at William, and said casually: "Look at his attitude. Only those who can deduce the truth in the absence of intelligence can be called detectives, right?"

Cynthia, who felt hungry and wanted to get something to eat, didn't expect to hear these words, she blinked her eyes, trying to suppress her anger.

"Really? Then I hope you'd better not do it, Thomas. I don't want to let the detectives decide whether the concealment of key information involves a crime. Miss O'Brien would like to say something about it? You see Seems pretty good at judging people."

The sudden sound of Cynthia startled the surrounding servants, and Thomas threw the cigarette on the ground and stood up immediately.The expression on O'Brien's face was much richer. She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

The scene became extremely quiet, and Cynthia glanced around, staying on O'Brien for an exceptionally long time.She really didn't know that there was such a side behind the person she usually treated with courtesy.

"I will tell Carson and Mrs. Hughes everything I heard just now. To be honest, I don't really care what you think of me. Your actions just now have told me that you will never be mine. Friend. I don't want any of you to lose this job because of me, but I'm not sure about keeping someone in Downton who thinks I've behaved badly, and I'm always worried that she'll spread her opinion Outside."

Cynthia folded her hands in front of her body, stared at O'Brien and asked, "Should I keep her? Miss O'Brien?"

A maid kicked out for contemptuous of her master, it is conceivable that she will never receive any employment again.

With flickering eyes, O'Brien said reluctantly, "I'm very sorry for what I just said, Miss. I said that without any thought, and I should be punished. But I will never ruin Downton's reputation outside. , Miss. I hope you can forgive me this time."

Cynthia didn't care much about her apology, and it wasn't the first time she had known O'Brien. Being flexible was definitely one of her strengths.

"I guess this isn't the first time you've said something like this, let me guess why. I offended you because of what? Oh, I remembered. My first governess - Chris Miss, she seems to be introduced by you, and you are good friends. And I got her fired because you have an opinion on me."

When Cynthia mentioned Miss Chris, the expression on O'Brien's face became more rigid, and it seemed that she was right.

Cynthia smiled and said inexplicably, "No wonder people are divided into groups. You are really suitable to be friends."

Chris was a very serious old woman who was in charge of teaching Hippel and Cynthia at the time.As long as they make a little mistake, they will be greeted with the pointer, and she is very tricky to hit in places where no one will see.

Of course, Cynthia would not accept this kind of education. She used a little "small method" to punish Chris, and then when she made trouble with Cora.She showed Cora Sippel's injury, and Cora, annoyed, refused to write a letter of recommendation for Chris.

When Carson came down from the stairs, he saw Cynthia blocking the door. He walked over to see what happened.

Unexpectedly, Cynthia just turned around, and Carson asked her what she needed.

"I wanted a snack at first, but let's forget it now. After listening to Miss O'Brien's advice, I have no appetite."

Carson gave O'Brien a stern look, and told Gwen to send Cynthia up first, while he took care of the rest.

After experiencing the following farce, Cynthia's heart stopped for a while. The only good thing was that she straightened out the poisoning case that just happened.

Maureen Fell has an unspeakable affection for Mrs. Villiers, and he is Mr. Villiers' personal servant.He has very convenient access to the victim's food, and he may have both the motive and the crime.His suspicion value has skyrocketed, Cynthia supported her head and thought.

But these are just speculations, the source of the rape and the evidence left by the murderer must be sought.It is impossible for her to investigate these, and she can only wait for Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes didn't keep them waiting too long, and he made the murderer confess the crime before interrogating the nobles.Everyone returned to the banquet hall to listen to Mr. Holmes announce the murderer.

"Everyone, this Mr. Maureen Fell has admitted his crime. He started to put a small amount of meth in Mr. Villiers' food a few days ago. Because the symptoms were mild and the doctor diagnosed him as gastritis, So nothing was noticed. It wasn't until this afternoon that the dose of meth accumulated to a certain level that Mr. Villiers passed away unfortunately."

The murderer turned out to be the personal servant closest to him, and the whispers in the crowd became louder.If they can't even trust the servants around them, who else can they trust?

"So did he say why he did it?"

Robert was the first to ask the question, and the others fell silent, wondering too.

Sherlock moved his fingers behind his back, "He kept silent about the reason."

He didn't speak, but it didn't mean Sherlock didn't see it.Add in the gossip among those servants, and he did ask.But in order to save the widow of Villiers from trouble, he decided not to publish it.

Cynthia asked, "What about the source of the drug? He can't get this dose of drugs out of thin air."

"Yes, this requires me to return to London to continue the investigation. Mr. Morin refused to provide the name of the person."

It seems that the person who provided the medicine is in London, Cynthia thought with her head down.Such an unchallenged case, presumably Dr. Watson would not write it down, and he might not know what happened next.

The truth of the case has come to light, and the next step is to wait for the police to take away the murderer.Robert breathed a sigh of relief watching the police car go away. It was a thrilling day.

The rest of the guests had a hasty dinner at Cora's request, and then they also left one by one.

If Robert had only been superficially polite to Mr. Holmes before, now he sincerely invited him to stay in Downton for a while.

Of course Sherlock refused, he was not interested in riding or hunting.He just wants to hang out in his Baker Street apartment and wait for interesting cases to come to him. Downton Abbey has nothing to attract him.

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