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"Wearing a baggy blue overalls, wearing a hat, a man of medium height who can't see his face clearly" - this is what the lady said about the assassin.

"If I remember correctly... He should have grayish hair... There is a very familiar smell on him." Madam recalled, "I must have smelled it somewhere."

Holmes thought for a moment.

"Blue overalls...do you see any signs?"

Madam tried hard to recall, "...it seems... there is an embroidered word 'l'..."

Holmes was stunned for a few seconds, and his face became disappointed.Nora couldn't help asking, "What's the matter, Sherlock?"

"It's a slap in the face." Holmes said with certainty, "As for the assassin... Ma'am, if I'm not mistaken, he should be a worker at the Lewis Shipyard. The smell you smell belongs to engine oil. And we've seen him before. "

"Who?" Mycroft asked.

"The father of one of the children in the case of disappearance," Holmes replied.

Nora suddenly realized, and frowned, "So...someone used his child to threaten him to assassinate the Prime Minister's wife? But the other party knows that it is almost impossible to succeed, what exactly is he trying to do?"

"As I said just now, it's all about the east and the west." Holmes said in a deep voice, "Madam, I would like to ask, where is the Prime Minister today? Is he at the house?"

"He went to visit Lawrence's house. They have been classmates and friends since Oxford University." The lady said, with a hint of panic suddenly showing on her usually elegant face, "Holmes, what do you mean—"

He looked calm. "Lawrence?"

"The Lawrence family in the East End of London," the lady tried to calm herself down, "I can ask Woolen to take you there."

"Who is with the Prime Minister?"

"Three servants," she replied, "because it was going to an old friend's house, and what happened to me, he left the rest at the house. . . . Oh God!"

Suddenly she couldn't sit still anymore, and immediately stood up, clutching the hem of her skirt, "I'm going to find Robert—"

"You'd better stay here," Mycroft began. "I'm sure Sherlock... Besides, madam, if you go with us, we'll have one more person to worry about, and it will distract us." energy."

The lady took a deep breath, fixed her eyes on Holmes, and said in a low voice, "Okay...but you have to promise, Sherlock Holmes, I need your promise."

"I promise, madam," returned Holmes.

Nora remained silent.In her memory, the Prime Minister had indeed been assassinated several times in his life, but nothing serious happened. He was a very long-lived nobleman, and he died very quietly and peacefully.

But these words can't be used to comfort the wife who is worried about her husband now, so she has to choose to remain silent.

"Little girl," the lady suddenly said before Holmes bowed and was about to leave, "can you stay with me? You know, old people... are not as fearless as when they were young."

Nora froze for a moment, then turned to look at Holmes. Mr. Detective nodded to her, so she sat down and said softly, "It is my honor, madam."

Mycroft and Holmes turned and left the bedroom.

"Look at you..." Madam looked at her face with envy in her eyes, "Young, beautiful, like a flower bud... Seeing you reminds me of the time when Robert and I met."

...is this about to start reminiscing about the romance?

Unexpectedly, the so-called memory was only this sentence, Madam changed the topic, "Nora, when did you and Sherlock Holmes meet?"

She froze for a moment, "Back in [-]... not long after my mother passed away, I came to London, and the only relative refused to recognize me... Well, Sherlock agreed to take me in."

She tried her best to use euphemistic words, after all, there is still a gap from the truth.

"Poor girl." Madam sighed, "I was not as miserable as you...but I always thought that my real life began after I met Robert."

"When he was young, he was talented, proud, and obsessed with various experiments...he was exactly the same as Sherlock Holmes now. Oh Nora, you can't imagine that when I first met him, I actually hated him very much. His... he's as haughty as a stag with the most perfect antlers."

This metaphor has to be said to be extremely interesting, describing a country's prime minister as a stag... Probably only his wife dares to be so bold.

"Then Sherlock Holmes is not quite like the Prime Minister," Nora laughed. "Sherlock Holmes's arrogance is as if he is the only buck in the whole forest, not to mention that he has no room for other doe in his eyes."

Madam sighed, with a smile on her face, but her eyes could not help showing a trace of melancholy, "People like them are destined to be of great use... Nora, you will understand later, they are very good, very good... ...But in their hearts, you will never be the most important one."

"I understand, ma'am," she replied, "I knew it the moment I realized I was in love with him... But ma'am, when you have met such a rainbow-colored person, You will no longer be able to see the light of other people, no matter how hard life will become in the future...we all know very well in our hearts that this is the person...it must be him."

"Son, you are more determined than me at that time." The lady smiled, "And Sherlock Holmes is not exactly like my Robert. You have the same hobbies... You are not a dodder, you will live with him Well done."

"About that," Nora laughed, "I knew it the moment I fell in love with him, ma'am."

"Then if one day he does something very dangerous," Madam held her hand, her tone became low and deep, "just like my Robert is now... Nora, what excuse should you use Come to comfort yourself... I know you will be extremely worried about him, just like me."

"Ma'am, I think you should understand one thing."

Nora's face became very serious, "When Sherlock Holmes is doing a very dangerous thing... Then I will definitely do it with him... You are right, we do have common hobbies ...and I don't have to console myself with excuses, because I was with him then."

"This is probably the most different place between me and you."

Madam sighed.

"Yes, child..."

"As it is now, he knows that I am in a bad mood, but he must go out to visit Lawrence, because he is not only his old friend, but also the businessman who supports him the most. And I know that maybe he will be in danger, But I can't go... If something happens to him, I have to make sure there is a second person in this place who can manage everything."

"People in the world have always known humbleness and dignity, but they don't know that humbleness has its value, and dignity often loses more." Nora said, "Madam, you should believe that nothing will happen to the Prime Minister. You still have Mycroft And Sherlock's promise."

"Look, I still have a little girl who can take it easy." Madam smiled suddenly, and sighed, "Actually, I was always surprised that Mycroft seldom praised others sincerely, but I could see that he I like you very much, I wonder what kind of girl can capture someone like his brother...now I know."

"Anyone like him...smart, loyal, and courageous."

Nora smiled slightly, "There's the same 'stubborn and eccentric,' too, ma'am."

The elegant woman smiled softly, "Yes, you are very suitable."

……

Holmes and Mycroft didn't come back until midnight, looking very tired from the journey.

Nora was sitting in the hall looking at the book presented by his wife. When she saw them walking in, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is there any result?"

Holmes nodded, and said curtly, "Where is Madam?"

Nora pointed in the direction of the study, "She's talking to the Prime Minister's assistant... What about the Marquis?"

"Slightly injured. I'm in the hospital. Someone is protecting me. I'll be right back."

Nora closed the book and frowned, "Injury? Who did it?"

"Same guy," Mycroft replied. "Looks like those guys are using the boy's father as a useful gun... but the good thing is, we've got him and are interrogating him in secret... as expected, I guess the end result will be a name we are all familiar with."

"Moriarty."

"That's a nuisance," Mycroft complained, "Why has my life been filled with that name the last few years, it's even started to interfere with my perfect sleep - God, he can't be for a while Is it? Even half a month?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep well until we have him caught and convicted," said Holmes. "But it will be good for your health, Mycroft—I have long wanted to tell you, You should lose weight."

"He has a wide heart and a fat body, do you understand young man?"

"Really? I always thought that everyone who worked in the British government would give their all... It seems that you have been neglecting your work, Mycroft."

The elder brother coughed, "Can't you let me go for a while, Sherlock? I think what Nora wants to hear now is the outcome of the case, rather than your endless sarcasm."

The mention of Nora Holmes immediately reacted——

"We'll come back tomorrow morning."

"By the way, I think we might know exactly where Moriarty is."