Baker Street Charterers

At the beginning of the spring of [-], a big story hit the papers.

Cecil Duane, who was jailed for molesting an underage girl to death-this is not shocking news, but the key is his surname-Duane, in London For people, this is like a symbol representing money and power, just like the Medici in Florence, not to mention that the father of this imprisoned prisoner was once a chief of the police department who cherished feathers!

According to the reporter's description: Mr. Cecil likes to go to some shady prostitution halls. It is not a rare thing in the eyes of those who are interested. In fact, his love history and private life can be written seriously. Erotic novels.In addition to his identity, the other biggest breaking point is that the person who exposed him is none other than his wife, the prostitute daughter of the Ottoman family, Füsun, who is currently married by the media.

This lady has always been quiet and low-key in the upper-class circles, and she never exposes her name to the tabloids easily, giving people the impression of being gentle and even a little cowardly.Everyone knew about Cecil's corrupt love history, and the role of "a wild woman with a big belly" never disappeared even after their marriage.But she has never shown much concern, just like the impression she gave everyone, quiet, gentle, patient...until today.

When she led the police into the hotel and broke in, Cecil was still tangling with another woman she had never met.His first reaction when he saw his wife was surprise rather than shame. After seeing the police rushing up behind her, instead of running away, he stood there and wet his pants, which made most of the men present sneer— Look, it turns out that not all the sons of the sheriff are powerful characters like wolf dogs. Isn't this a soft guy who can only pee his pants?

But in the face of interviews from reporters, that Mrs. Duane who has always been tolerant, the former Miss Osman, faced the doubts, disdain, contempt, and appreciation cast by everyone, she only said one sentence——

"No one should take a life lightly like this, whether it was poor or rich. It's just what I should do."

The day after the incident was exposed, she was taken back to Manchester by the Ottoman family, which is the headquarters of the Ottoman family. Even if Adams Duane in London heard the news and jumped in anger, it was beyond his reach.

Sherlock Holmes, who was reading the newspaper in the Baker Street apartment, just smiled slightly inexplicably for this righteous statement that shocked everyone, but it still caught Barton's attention who was sitting on the opposite sofa.

"What does this mean?" He was referring to his actions just now, Sherlock Holmes did not do meaningless things, he was curious about what his laughter meant just now, ridicule, relief, or disdain?

Sherlock Holmes lazily leaned back in his chair, and he handed the newspaper to Button, "What do you see in this photo?"

Button lowered his head. This was a shocking scandal that he secretly contacted a reporter he knew and risked his life to unearth. He naturally understood every word and every sentence in this report, but he still carefully read it from beginning to end. After observing it once, I glanced at Fusun Osman's beautiful pale face, burning eyes and firm and fearless expression, and paused, "...you mean this Miss Osman?"

"I mean her, of course," said Holmes's gray eyes with interest, "but it's not just her... Barton, I remember that you haven't married yet, have you?"

The director remained calm and did not intend to answer this question, which was obviously full of traps.

"No wonder you didn't see anything," Holmes waved his hands as expected, "Then of course you don't understand why a woman who usually has no sense of presence would take the initiative to stand up at such a time , to expose her husband's crimes - although she knows what kind of person her husband is, I bet the relationship between them is not as harmonious as it is rumored, but it is still her husband, doing this What's in it for her?"

Barton is a smart person. Years of work experience made him quickly think of a possibility, "...she has a lover?"

"You see, when it comes to conspiracy theories, you have the keenest nose of anyone," said Holmes. "It is true that she has a lover, perhaps unknown to others, but I have visited her, and I immediately surmised that Out of that person's identity."

"Who?" Barton asked, "What's his last name?"

"You will be disappointed," Holmes said with a meaningful look. "His surname is not well known in London. He is not the son of some prominent family. He is just a coachman."

Barton paused for a moment. Of course, he has also been exposed to such cases before. The noble girl who fell in love with the son of a poor family is desperate for love... But he didn't expect it to be Füsun Osman, the quiet and weak girl like a dodder. woman.

In the end, Barton just sighed, "...a woman."

"She didn't decide to do this at first." Holmes hinted slightly.

Barton immediately remembered the "visit" he said, and couldn't help showing a vague smile, "What did you do, Sherlock Holmes?"

"I didn't do anything." The big detective continued to pick up the newspaper calmly, "This is what will happen sooner or later, and I just made everything easier."

"Have you thought about how Adams would react?"

"Of course, my friend, he is not what he appears to be. It is no surprise that this tough gentleman will come back with a vengeance. You and I...are you ready for the storm, Mr. Button?"

The director nodded solemnly, "I have been prepared for a long time, me, and McCroft."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help asking, "Then Ms. Fiona and the Brown family..."

Holmes made a gesture, the meaning of which was clear—"All rest assured."

Barton let out a deep breath and looked out at the white street. He pondered for a long time before opening his mouth in a deep, chest-like voice——

"It is time to close the net, Mr. Holmes."

"This will be the last battle, and we have used all our weights...either a miserable victory or a miserable defeat."

Holmes smiled slightly, "Of course, my friends, you have done a very good job, and when everything is coming to an end...the remaining one may as well be left to me."

Barton watched him.

"Will that one agree?"

Holmes couldn't help but paused. He leaned on the sofa and muttered, "Anyway, she can't see... Besides, you should have more confidence in me!"

"It's better to be like this," Barton said with a warning. During this period of time, he had a deep understanding of the almost identical mischievous psychology of the two brothers, and felt deeply tired and helpless about it.All he could add at last was, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, consider the consequences of your own will... I think you and I know very well what a woman can do when she's out of her wits—look at this." Miss Füsun Osman."

Sherlock Holmes, "…"

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