[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

In the living room of 221B Baker Street, Mr. Holder is immersed in the panic and anxiety of losing the national treasure, while Gloria's eyes are focused on Sherlock's cold and pale slender fingers.

His fingers are long and slender, and the knuckles are in a very beautiful shape, unobtrusive but very masculine. At this time, Sherlock was bored because of the silence of the big banker covering his face in front of him, and he folded his hands in a rhythmic crossing. Let go, and under the sunlight, the beautiful fingers are shining with a creamy luster, which is very charming.

Gloria gripped his fingers fascinatedly. The cold touch fits well with his overall image. No matter how you look at it, Sherlock Holmes will not be a kind-hearted or warm and friendly man. But that's okay, Gloria just likes his nonchalant demeanor.

Sherlock felt the soft touch from his hands, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

The little girlfriend not only lingers with the immature and sweet Lolita atmosphere, but also her body. Although she is thin, she will never make people feel skinny. In fact, he felt that Gloria was like a boneless person more than once. It was like holding his fingers at this moment, soft and comfortable like cotton candy.

He held Gloria's hand in reverse, and intertwined his fingers tightly. Her fingers painted with wine red nail polish were slender and white, because the movement of holding hands rested on the back of Sherlock's hand, forming a seductive picture.

Gloria blinked, hoping that Mr. Holder would not feel that their actions were unprofessional after he got rid of the panic and looked up after a while, so she had no choice but to tell the other party that 221B Baker Street was a detective couple's shop.

Sherlock raised his arm and glanced at his watch, "Sir, I think you should get rid of panic and anxiety for a while, we need to know the details of the case as soon as possible."

"Yes, of course." Mr. Holder wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, and he was a little surprised to see the clasped fingers of the detective and the assistant. However, Sherlock's previous reasoning has convinced him, and it will not affect the current office romance. The ability of the two to handle cases.

"Just like what you said, the bank's safe was indeed stolen by someone before, and part of the money was lost. In this case, I dare not put such a precious treasure in the office anyway. If it is lost, I will It will be ruined." Alexander Holder sighed sadly, "I decided to carry this box with me until the big man took back the emerald crown, so last night I brought this treasure back to the At home in Streatham, I locked him in a cupboard in the living room, and my dissolute and wayward son tried to steal it! I saw him break the crown, but he refused. Don't admit your bad deeds! God, where did he hide the three emeralds that were missing from the crown!"

The big banker looked angry and sad. Sherlock did not directly ask Mr. Holder why he believed that his son did it. After all, Mr. Holder Jr. was arrested by Scotland Yard because his father called the police. worthy of scrutiny.

"Sir, I'm afraid you need to tell me about your family's situation in detail. I need to have a comprehensive understanding." Sherlock asked.

Alexander Holder nodded, "I have two maids who have been with me for many years and are absolutely reliable. There is also a young cook named Lucy Parr who works in my home Although it's only been a few months, I trust her with her excellent character. The only shortcoming is that she is a very beautiful girl, and sometimes she will attract people who admire her around. She's a really good girl in every way."

Gloria poured Ceylon black tea for Sherlock, and asked the big banker, "What about your family?"

"My family is very small, my wife died young, and I have only one son named Arthur." Mr. Holder said sadly, "He disappointed me very much. I spoiled him. After my wife passed away, I I was almost responsive to him, and I should have been stricter with him long ago, so that he would not develop his current dissolute and willful character."

The banker sighed frequently when talking about his son, "He has no talent for business, but his daily expenses are huge. Arthur is a member of an aristocratic club, where because of his chic manners, he has gathered a group of rich children who are spendthrift. Learned to bet big at the poker table, squandered money at the racetrack, and often came begging for an advance on my allowance to pay off my gambling debts."

Gloria played with Sherlock's fingers calmly, and she looked at Holder, "Didn't you try to make him sever ties with those harmful friends?"

"Of course not. Arthur tried more than once, but under the influence of his friend Sir George Burnwell, he was pulled back again and again." The banker replied very depressed.

"George Burnwell?" Gloria frowned.

Sherlock looked at Gloria, "He accosted you more than once at the dances last week."

Gloria's black line, Mr. Holmes' surveillance and observation of her is really omnipresent.

"You know Sir George Burnwell?" Holder wondered. "Oh, God! Your name is Rockefeller!"

Gloria looked calm, "Yes, I am a Rockefeller, but I am not familiar with George Burnwell, but it is not surprising that your son Arthur was influenced by him, he is really good at disguising his demeanor Pianpian, cynical."

Gloria didn't want the aggressive Mr. Holmes to misunderstand her recently, so she continued to say seriously, "But aside from the charm of his appearance, George Burnwell is mean-spirited, cynical, and not a trustworthy man. people."

Holder agreed, "Yes, Arthur often brought him home, and after a few times, I couldn't help but doubt the character of this man."

Sherlock clenched Gloria's fingers in satisfaction, "Apart from Arthur Holder, do you have other family members?"

"And Mary, she is my best friend's daughter. Her parents died in a car accident ten years ago, leaving her alone. I took Mary home and took care of her as my own daughter. She is gentle, lovely, beautiful She is very good at managing and running the house, but at the same time she is elegant and quiet, and has a very gentle personality.” It was obvious that Mr. Holder was very satisfied with this Miss Mary, and he continued, “My son loves her sincerely. I proposed to her for the first time, but Mary refused. I thought she could lead Arthur to the right path, and only she could do it, but unfortunately everything is irreparable now, irreparable forever."

Sherlock tapped his fingers to think, and felt rhythmic touch on the back of Gloria's hand, "Okay, Mr. Holder, then you can start to tell about the unfortunate incident about the damage of the emerald crown."

Gloria couldn't focus on the banker's narration, because the consulting detective was typing Morse code on the back of her hand, and the content was a little dirty poem she had forced him to read a few days ago.

The blond stunner was out of breath, and the consulting detective was listening to Alexander Holder's narration, "I told Arthur and Mary about this while drinking coffee in the living room after dinner last night, I'm sure Lucy Parr left the room when the coffee was brought, but I am not sure if she went out with the door shut. Mary and Arthur were interested in the famous crown, but I did not, to avoid accidents. Take it out."

"Who knew you put the crown in the cabinet?" Sherlock's voice was still calm.

Holder pressed his temple, "When the three of us drank coffee, Arthur asked me where I put the crown. After I mentioned the cabinet in the living room, he questioned whether it was safe, and said that the cabinet was just any old key. He opened it himself with the key of the kitchen pantry when he was a child. But he always spoke lightly, and I didn't take it seriously. To my disappointment, he followed me to my room at night, looking for it again with a heavy face. I borrowed gambling money. I angrily refused him, and the rascal threatened to try to get the money in other ways if I refused to give it to him. Without saying a word, he left the room."

Sherlock continued to tap the Morse code to tease his little girlfriend, but faced today's consulting client with a serious expression, "I hope you will explain in detail what happened next, and it is best not to miss anything. Afterwards, I checked again to see if the crown in the cabinet was safe, and then I might not be at ease and prepared to inspect the house to see if it was safe enough."

"Yes, you are a genius!" Holder felt that consulting Mr. Holmes could not be a more correct decision, "You must know that it is Mary's job to inspect the house. The villa we live in has been built for more than a century, and it is not as good as modern buildings. There are enough facilities to ensure safety, I was going to install monitoring facilities next month, who knows that such an unfortunate thing happened."

Gloria pressed Sherlock's fingers to prevent him from continuing to move, "Mr. Holder, what happened during your inspection?"

After Holder knew that she was a Rockefeller, his attitude was obviously much better, "I will explain it in detail for you, ma'am. When I went down the stairs, I saw Mary alone at the side window in the hall, and when I approached her, She had the window closed and latched, and she asked me with a panicked look if Lucy would be allowed to go out tonight. I immediately said no, you know I was careful about safety last night, and Mary kindly told me that Lucy had just Entering through the back door, she obviously went to meet someone at the side door, she was worried that it would be unsafe, before the emerald crown is returned to the big man, it is best to stop Lucy from going out on a date at night."

Gloria was noncommittal, "This Miss Mary is really careful."

"Mary has always been a kind and considerate girl," Alexander Holder went on, "after I told Mary to remind Lucy about it tomorrow, I went back to the bedroom and soon fell asleep. But I was not deeply sleepy. People, and worried about the safety of the crown, at about two o'clock in the morning, they were awakened by some kind of noise in the house."

Gloria changed her posture, and it seemed that the highlight of the case was coming.

Holder had a heavy look on his face, "The sound disappeared quickly, as if a certain window had been gently closed. I lost all sleepiness, and then I heard clear footsteps coming from the next room , I got out of bed in fear and looked around, and I saw my damn son trying his best to pull the crown. His face turned pale when he saw me. The piece of green jade is gone! God! You can't imagine my feelings at that time! I scolded Arthur, a villain! Asked him where he hid the stolen pieces of green jade! He didn't admit his bad behavior, In a fit of anger, I decided to call the police and search, the whole family was in a panic, and Mary even fainted."

"Are you so sure that the thief is your son?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Of course it was him! I saw him trying his best to put on the crown wearing only shirt and trousers. He didn't even wear shoes in order to walk into my bedroom without making a sound! What's worse was that when the police arrived, even Asked to leave this room for 5 minutes, how could I let him escape, I am in such a dire situation, not just me, the honor of a gentleman far more noble than mine is at stake, this could be a shock to the whole country I asked Arthur to plead guilty and return the three emeralds, but he turned away and refused to plead guilty. I could only ask the police to take him into custody, but we were on him, the room he lived in and everything he might have in it. The places where the gems were hidden were searched, but no trace was found."

Sherlock's face was indifferent, "I think you have exhausted all kinds of persuasion and threats, but Arthur refused to cooperate and refused to say a word."

Holder held his head and looked pained, "God! Scotland Yard openly admits that they have nothing to gain. Jesus Christ! What should I do? I lost my credibility, my jewel and my son overnight!"

Sherlock just sat quietly on the sofa, his posture was indescribably elegant, he stared at the dancing fire in the fireplace, "Mr. Holder, if you don't mind, we need to visit you in Streeter Tom's house."

Of course, the banker who urgently needs to get back the green jade will not refuse. His driver has already parked the car downstairs on Baker Street. When he invited the two to go with the car, Gloria shook the key in his hand, "I happen to have a little car."

The road to Streatham is not easy to walk, and the icy streets are a test of driving skills. Gloria has re-roofed the modified ghost sports car as early as autumn, in order to prevent All kinds of surveillance have turned into mirror glass by the way, and it is impossible to see anything in the car from the outside.

Gloria was sitting on the co-pilot, resting her chin on the back of her hand, "You also think the thief is Arthur Holder?"

"You think I'm the same as Scotland's stupid goldfish?" Sherlock said in a nasty tone, speaking at a rapid pace, "Did Arthur Holder take a big risk to take that goldfish out of the old Holder's living room cabinet?" The crown, tore a small part from it with great strength, and then ran to other places, hiding three of the 39 emeralds in a clever way that no one could find, and then took the remaining 36 pieces. Back in the room and put yourself in great danger of being discovered? Is Arthur Holder a real fool? Who would do such a thing?"

"Oh my God..." Gloria heard him moaning with a headache when he spoke several times faster than ordinary people, and his sweet voice scratched Sherlock's heart like a cat's claw, "Sir, you speak so fast that I thought I am taking a Russian language test."

Sherlock didn't want to admit that her groan made his throat dry, so he gave the blonde a sideways look arrogantly, "Didn't you ask me first?"

"Speaking of who starts first—" Gloria looked at him with a sweet little face, "shouldn't you explain the content of the Morse code?"

Sherlock's expression remained unchanged, "That's just a poem by the American poet Ee Cummings, actually you asked me to read it a few days ago."

"Can you choose to take an open road?" Gloria approached him affectionately, her white fingers stroking the collarbone exposed by Sherlock's gay purple shirt, her voice was sweet, with indescribable hints, "Let me feel you please?"

Sherlock held her fingers firmly, "—how deep?"