Baker Street Charterers

Where exactly is Moriarty's base camp?

Not only Nora Holmes wants to know about this question, but it is also a mystery that the British government has been tirelessly trying to figure out for several years.When Holmes said these words, not only was Nora stunned for a moment, she was as calm and elegant as the Prime Minister's wife, and she couldn't help but smile in surprise.

"Is this true, Mike?"

"I have sufficient evidence to prove the accuracy of this answer."

Obviously, Mycroft's figure is not suitable for running around, he moved his body and sat on the sofa, showing a relieved expression, rubbing his forehead tiredly, "God, I can't remember the last time I was like this How many years ago did you chase prisoners all over London... Woolen, please give me a cup of black tea, otherwise a loyal high-ranking official like me will collapse at the gate of the government tonight due to exhaustion and thirst."

"You have only chased for three streets." Holmes poked at him unceremoniously.

"If it weren't for your youthful curiosity, I think we would have caught him without taking a step." Mycroft also sneered back, "Thank you very much, my dear Brother, I almost succeeded in losing weight because of tonight's actions."

Nora covered her face and laughed, and the Prime Minister's wife also raised her lips in a very interesting way, and said, "Sherlock Holmes, you should visit here more often, Mycroft is much more lively when you are here... ...I think you should be familiar with his lazy and obnoxious appearance on weekdays."

"Believe me, ma'am," replied Holmes politely, "I have hated his appearance since I was born, and I have endured it for thirty years."

Mycroft, "..." Little brat...

"Let's get down to business." Holmes tightened his face and became serious. "Madam, is this a place where we can talk?"

Madam was stunned for a moment, then stood up, "Follow me."

She brought them to the study room, where a tall young man wearing glasses was standing at the desk, seeming to be packing some documents.Seeing them coming in, the other party nodded to them, and said in a gentle voice, "Ma'am."

"Yake," the lady introduced with a smile, "our personal doctor, a reliable friend."

However, Holmes seemed to have discovered something, and kept staring at the other person's face.His overly naked eyes made this young man in his thirties look very embarrassed. He coughed and looked puzzled, "Is there anything I can do to help, sir?"

"Yaco?" Sherlock Holmes said the name once, and said slowly, "Excuse me, your surname is...?"

"Hawk, Iaco Hawke," answered the Prime Minister's wife on his behalf, and then asked, "What's the matter, Holmes?"

Hawk?

Nora suddenly realized, she widened her eyes and stared at him several times, but she didn't see anything that could be recognized at a glance, so she couldn't help asking, "How did you know that, Sherlock? "

Holmes pointed to his own face, "Brothers who are closely related by blood, even if they are not so similar in appearance, you can still see the clues in many subtleties of facial features if you look carefully-- Nora, I remember I gave you Have you read my piece "On Similarities in Faces of Family Members"?"

Nora, "...er...maybe?"

Holmes was silent for a moment, and finally chose to change the topic that upset him. He looked at Yako Hawke, "Mr. Yako, is Cleveland Hawke your younger brother?"

"Exactly." Yake nodded, "...Is there any question, sir?"

"Indeed." Holmes replied ambiguously, and then changed the topic abruptly. "Aren't you just about to leave? Good-bye, Mr. Hawke."

After the young doctor left the study, the prime minister's wife said, "What was that just now...Holmes, you'd better tell me clearly that although Yake is our personal doctor, he is also my friend and guest. I don't deserve to be treated like this, I need a reason."

"I will tell you the reason now, ma'am." Holmes remained calm. "Mycroft, do you remember what he said when we caught the prisoner?"

Mycroft reflected for a moment, "...you mean, 'I was forced...that was the only way I could do it, I couldn't let my whole family suffer something like that - you should find the guilt in yourselves!' ?”

Holmes nodded, "Strange, isn't it? He said he was forced, which is completely understandable, after all, his child is still in the hands of the other party. But he said 'my whole family'... and, 'That's terrible. What's the 'thing' if it's not just about his kids? Why do we need to find the sin in ourselves...what the hell is he trying to tell us?"

"What does that have to do with Yako?" asked Madame.

"Ma'am, you should have heard about the 'disappearance of vagrants', right? Of course, it's not just vagrants who are missing, there are also many children from upper-class families in London."

Madam nodded, "Yes, I've been paying attention to it."

"I didn't understand it before. If the only ones who were taken away were those street children, it was completely understandable. No fool would want their crimes to be publicized, even if it was a mastermind like Moriarty Not so arrogant."

"But abducting the children of rich families undoubtedly offended all the upper circles in London. What are the benefits of doing so?... I thought about it, and I only came to one conclusion-the other party's background is strong enough, it can handle it The lives of so many important children are in danger, so even if those rich and powerful people know something, they dare not tell the police-like William's mother Fiona, do you remember, except for the first time , this Ms. Fiona showed concern and concern for her child, and then... After so long, William still hasn't been found, but has she mentioned this issue again?"

Nora seemed to have thought of something, her complexion became extremely heavy, and she said in a low voice, "As far as I know...no." She didn't tell anyone, didn't call the police, didn't call a private detective... just like her own child didn't go missing It was generally silent and quiet.

It was like someone had pressed some fatal mute button for her.

Mycroft also reacted, frowning for the first time, thinking silently.

"Everyone, think about it carefully. In London, who has such a great family background and ability to make almost most of the rich people keep silent about a crime that is almost unforgivable?"

"Excuse me, who is the most powerful person in the British Empire?"

"Those children, besides being hostages, what else would they be used for?"

Finally, Holmes calmly concluded, "What do you think, madam?"

The face of the Prime Minister's wife gradually became ugly, "You mean, Sherlock, Robert..."

"The Prime Minister's Palace is not just the place where the Prime Minister and you live." Holmes reminded.

Just like the clues they found on the map before, every instruction showed that the key person was here, but it didn't mean that the mastermind behind the scenes was the Prime Minister.

"You mean..." Madam murmured, "Yake...?"

Before Holmes could answer, the lady herself shook her head and said in denial, "No...that's impossible... Yaco became my doctor and Robert's very early on, even before he became Prime Minister—he was our doctor. One of my most loyal friends, there's no way he'd—"

"The Hawke family," Holmes said without haste, every sentence was clear, well-founded, and hard to refute, "one of the oldest nobles in London, the head of the family is a powerful marquis, The ancestors were all rich and powerful, and they were one of the first families to enter the House of Representatives. After the Glorious Revolution, it became silent, but in fact it was not—”

"If I remember correctly, there have been people in the Hawke family who have practiced medicine for generations, and everyone calls them 'lunatics' and 'doctors who lost their humanity', because according to many proven news, the Hawke family loves to take living people Do dangerous experiments, but no one can use thunderous means to sanction, because no one has the final evidence, right?"

The prime minister's wife frowned thinly and remained silent.

Holmes paused for a few seconds, his tone softened, and he asked calmly, "Madame, may I ask, when did you and the Prime Minister hire this Mr. Iaco Hawke to be your personal doctor?"

"That was eight years ago..." Madam replied in a low voice, "In '[-], Yake graduated from Oxford University, and Robert was also an old student at Oxford. I remember that day he had time to go back to Oxford to visit a His teacher, who recommended Yake to him, said he was the most gifted medical student he had seen in the past ten years..."

"He does, and he's helped us a lot in the years we've known each other—"

"That is to say," Holmes continued, "everyone who works in the Prime Minister's Office is very familiar with Mr. Iako Hawke and is very at ease, is that so?"

Madam frowned and had to admit, "Yes, but—"

"Even he has the right to enter the Prime Minister's study?" Holmes mentioned the scene just now.

"...That's not the case. He just came to get Robert's medical records. At his age, it's inevitable that he will have some physical problems..."

"But he has plenty of opportunities to stay in the Prime Minister's study, doesn't he?" Holmes' eyes were piercing.

Now that Madam could no longer find a suitable excuse to defend her friend, she took a breath with an anxious expression on her face, "...Yes, Mr. Holmes. But this does not mean that Yaco will be with someone like Moriarty People do things like that, and I know him—”

"Mycroft," Holmes finally recalled the existence of such a living being, "do you remember when you first noticed Moriarty?"

Mycroft looked at the lady's slightly depressed side face, paused for a few seconds, and replied in a low voice, "[-]...eight years ago."

The lady froze for a moment.

"[-]..." Holmes smiled slightly. "What a coincidence... This is really a significant year, isn't it?"