Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

How to do.

Was proposed two weeks in a row.

What a suffocating operation.

Cecily wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out.

Otherwise, issue a card.

Cecily issued a card very tactfully: "Mr. Davis, you... are a good person."

What, it's not tactful at all, is it?

Cecily wanted to say something more, but Davis was obviously not in the mood to listen anymore, he stood up abruptly, and the music stopped abruptly.

"Feel sorry……"

Cecily also stood up immediately: "I should apologize—"

"Actually, I have guessed this result a long time ago, but I still insist on saying it to embarrass us. I am sorry for that." Davis's face was tense, "I am very sorry."

"It doesn't matter..."

It's okay, it's me who should apologize.

"One more thing," Davis curled his lips with an ugly expression, "I know this choice is not only yours or Mr. Leslie's, please tell him, since this is the case, there is no mediation It is necessary."

Cecily didn't understand what Davis meant at all, and could only vaguely feel that it might have something to do with Moriarty.

"Then, I won't send you back, Miss Sylvester," his voice returned to the coldness and determination of strangers, with a recognizable arrogant tone, "goodbye."

If Leslie was present, he would definitely laugh at Davis for his lack of gentlemanly demeanor. Even if the lady rejected the marriage proposal, he couldn't leave in such a state of embarrassment and leave the lady alone. This is basic self-cultivation.

However, the Davis family was... not really aristocratic in the first place.

Cecily looked at the things in front of her and was a little worried. Should she wait for her carriage to arrive at night before leaving, or go back directly?

The cake was already served, and it looked delicious. Cecily thought about it and sat down anyway.

Food can't be wasted, the violin music is also very nice, and it's good to sit and rest by myself.

At the end of the song, Cecily was just about to ask the violinist to change a song. When she raised her eyes and was about to turn around, she suddenly noticed the shadow that was getting closer to herself——the subconscious mind was faster than all the thinking——the sense of crisis called her run away!

But before she got up in time—she was caught off guard—the back of her neck hurt, and that forceful blow made Cecily stare in pain.

The pain came so fast that Cecily opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound.

The light in front of her eyes gradually disappeared, and Cecily's consciousness also gradually disappeared.

Her legs were limp and she lost her strength. She was almost thrown back on her chair. Soon, she fell down on the table, as if she had lost her vitality.

Lonely men and widows are really prone to accidents... After losing consciousness, Cecily thought in a trance, just now and Davis are not considered lonely men and widows, after all, there is still a violinist... Can violinists now know how to fight? ?

>>>>>>

Dinner at Sylvester's was not peaceful.

Leslie was so angry that he was going crazy, and his facial muscles couldn't help but twitch.

Leslie's proud mind is like a precision gear mixed with gravel at this moment. He feels that he is about to explode. Maybe he can't seriously analyze the current situation at this time-and this state is really terrible. Anxiety and irritation don't help the current state.

[Mr. Sylvester,

Stop your reckless actions, or she dies in disgrace.

from,

unknown]

"Make a telegram to Mycroft, and to Davis later..." He held the short letter tightly, not sure if he could handle it properly by himself, "Where's the messenger? "

The loyal butler lowered his head to his toes: "The messenger is left in the reception room. I asked Hanks to guard him and he won't run away."

What does this letter mean?The unscrupulous actions made Leslie's knuckles almost bruised. He has taken a lot of profits. Capital is a bloody accumulation. Leslie can't say how civilized he is.

In fact, the Sylvester family has no shortage of competitors. Although his actions are not grand, he can always detect them if he has a heart.In his mind, he quickly filtered all kinds of relationships related to himself, the nouveau riche who went bankrupt because of himself, or some nobles who were governed by his own development—there were too many, and he couldn't be sure who they were. The list of suspicions in my mind can list dozens of names. If someone acts alone, the scope of exclusion is almost beyond imagination.

Leslie's heart sank.

If there is feedback from Mycroft, it will be the best news.

The question is, report it?

Those idiots at Scotland Yard?

Fortunately, Leslie still remembered Mycroft's cryptic reminder two weeks ago that Scotland Yard is not at peace now, there are no secrets that can be kept, and maybe Cecily will be ruined before he rescues his only sister, it's too easy, Privately meeting men, running away with others... Women's reputations are so vulnerable!

It doesn't matter if his reputation is so high, who knows if Scotland Yard will let him be played around by his opponents, or force people in the dark to cause irreversible damage to Sisi!

He hated the feeling that everything was out of his control.

Mycroft was in a meeting when he received the telegram. In fact, he sometimes had to wrestle with the politicians in the cabinet whose brain circuits were comparable to the maze in the garden of Pisar Villa. Mycroft was not always like that. He looks so relaxed, and he always has trouble, especially when he has to face multiple people instead of just controlling one leader-recently he has to run around for the upcoming negotiable instrument law, and even frequently face Pretty annoying scene for him.

Leslie's telegram has the highest priority here in Mycroft, or it is second only to the Queen's priority. This is not only friendship-Leslie's current partner represents a large investment in London, but The object he was fighting against was Mycroft's key observation object, and no matter what aspect of information it was, it was worthy of Mycroft's attention.

[Cicily has an accident and needs your help urgently. ]

The telegram fit Leslie's usual style, but it didn't fit that well, and Mycroft had a rare sense of fatigue that he couldn't do both.

Some of Leslie's recent moves had indeed been a little reckless, though some had even been hinted at by Mycroft--Mycroft had to admit that he had used his friend a little bit, but all this was known between them. He knew that such an adventure could bring Leslie great benefits and bring him important information.

And what accident was Cecily Sylvester for?

He pondered for a while. He himself has a deep understanding of the inefficiency of British officials, and there will be no results tonight. If it is the trouble of the person he imagined, maybe he must now help Sylvester Manor and Scotland Yard. Not busy.

After calling his assistant to send a telegram to his dear brother and sending a telegram back to his friend, Mycroft turned and went back to the conference room.

At most 10 minutes, he had to send these idiots who couldn't get out of the maze away.

>>>>>>>>

"Holmes, there is a telegram from you, from MH—" Watson handed the telegram to Holmes. "I thought that if it was a commission, maybe he would be willing to put his full name instead of an abbreviation."

"I hope it's not something very important. In fact, I'm already a little tired from the busy days. I hope that I can appear in the Albert Hall to relax my overly tense nerves..." His busyness actually It's not all because of the case, there are also inexplicably disturbed emotions, and all of this is not suitable to confide in Watson or anyone.

After a momentary distraction, Holmes returned his attention to the telegram.

Apparently, there was only one person who could telegraph him with this abbreviation. Holmes thought he had been so busy recently that he lost three pounds, but he actually telegraphed himself at this time?Holmes wondered about the degree of urgency this time.

He opened the telegram, and the words gradually faded away, "Damn it, how could she—"

"Her?" Watson can always display his rare memory when it comes to gossip, "That friend of yours?"

"I think today's ticket will be wasted, or you would rather find someone else to accompany you." Holmes rolled over from the sofa and walked directly to his room. "I have to go to the door. I don't know when I will be back."

"Holmes?!" Watson was a little surprised that his friend needed to go out alone.

"Maybe it's not convenient for you to know what happened today, Dr. Watson." His voice was tense, and his posture was like a cheetah ready to go. "I have to move quickly."

Holmes put on his overcoat, drew his gun from the drawer, and hurried downstairs.

Watson's originally relaxed mood was also swept away. He couldn't figure out why his friend was so worried. He had never heard his friend speak in such a tone, and he had never seen such an expression on his face.

It was so unusual that Watson could almost smell the smoke.

He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the telegram which Holmes had thrown aside with curses under his breath.

[She's missing, see you at Sylvester Manor. ]

she?

Watson was thinking fast about this—the birthday present, and the... that lady who stood beside the descendants of the Duke of Browns that day?

Jesus, that lady that day...he remembered it as...Sylvester?No wonder he got on so well with Dr. Sylvester!Sure enough, the brother-in-law must be dealt with before the girl can be abducted!

Wait so what happened that day?

Watson walked to the edge of the bookshelf and decided to borrow Holmes' index temporarily. Holmes allowed him to use it, but Holmes certainly didn't know that Watson would use it to learn a little about his emotional life.

Watson comforted himself solemnly: My friend seems to be a fool, so he has to think of a way, right?

Downstairs in the apartment, Holmes cursed in a low voice, walked hurriedly, and walked towards the intersection while scanning the excuse with sharp eyes.

Hell, why is it so hard to get a carriage at this time of day!

After finally waiting for a carriage, Holmes jumped on it nimbly and gave the address very quickly.

He suppressed his anxiety and said:

"You can get as much tip as you want, sir, if you're quick enough."

I hope there will be no accidents, or that this is just Mycroft's boring exaggeration, in order to let him understand faster that he hesitated and didn't know how to face it——

Terrible.

Mycroft left him only missing, but there were too many possibilities for him to conjecture, and he found that he could not bear the consequences of any of them.

No, nothing will happen.

Holmes randomly found reasons to comfort himself, for example, this was just Mycroft's bad taste or something else, but this did not calm his mind a little. For the first time, he began to be suspected before he officially started his puzzle. Some consequences are intimidating.

God knows he can't wait to ride over by himself.

Stop these thoughts, Sherlock Holmes!

His self-control finally took effect before he got close to the manor. Even if he was emotional, he couldn't lose his mind-never.

The author has something to say: I heard that you are guessing that the violinist is Lao Fu, hahahahahaha haha.

Lao Fu was alone at home thinking about what was wrong with me. He was so confused, he immediately admitted his feelings with a telegram from Brother Mai.Puff puff.I don't think it should be too obtrusive.I love so much:)

(In fact, Lao Fu uses hunting dogs more often, but I want to use cheetahs to show that he is faster)

In view of tomorrow's update, you today...?