Baker Street Charterers
Chapter 110 110
The place they were going to was very hidden. It belonged to a safe house purchased by Director Barton in the suburbs with his private property. Of course, its purpose was very special—it was used to interrogate cunning and very important criminals.
The man they're going to interrogate is here.
After getting out of the carriage in a hurry, Holmes raised his eyes and saw the tall man waiting at the door. He waited for McCrawford to shake hands with him before he went up to shake hands and asked, "Are you in?"
Barton nodded, then paused, and replied flatly, "There is another old friend of yours."
This intriguing pause made Holmes give him a strange look, and then he noticed the imperceptible strange expression of this lion-like man. He looked at him fixedly, and Barton turned his head, whether it was a coincidence or in an evasive manner, Said to them, "Come in."
Mycroft glanced back and forth between them, and entered the room slowly, smiling.Holmes also turned his head, and said a word in a very light and flat voice.
"Indeed, she is a lady who is very good at seducing men to follow her."
Mycroft couldn't help laughing in front.
There was finally a crack in Barton's usually calm face. Before he could explain anything, Holmes patted his shoulder, then sighed softly for unknown reasons, and walked into the room.
Barton, "..."
He took a deep breath, walked into the room again, and couldn't help smelling that scent that made people want to move again. A lady who lives exquisitely and must be very beautiful.His gaze seemed to be drawn by the fragrance, and he slowly moved to the center of the living room, where a woman wearing a black gauze top hat was sitting on the sofa, her side face turned slightly white, her red lips were as plump as flowers, and her posture was elegant. The back view makes people daydream.
... Well, Sherlock Holmes was not entirely wrong.
He sighed softly for some reason, walked over and heard that they had already started talking.
The woman wearing a black veil, "Hehehe, Sherlock has not seen you for a long time, but you have lost a lot of weight since the last time we met—"
"Good day, Miss Amanda, I guess you are a pound fatter than before."
Mycroft, "…"
Barton, "..."
The slender and fair hand that was holding the lips with bright red nail polish became stiff instantly, and Amanda snorted coldly, "It hasn't changed at all."
Holmes nodded to her, and sat down on the opposite sofa calmly.
"He's not that direct with all the ladies," said Mycroft. "You could use that against him, Miss Amanda."
Barton looked around them, and suddenly heard a voice that was so sweet that it could almost drip water, saying, "What are you doing standing up, sit down, sit here."
The bright red fingertips pointed at the position beside her, with an unquestionable tone.
Someone laughed in a very unsightly manner again, and Barton was stunned for a moment, then turned his head subconsciously, his eyes just met the face wearing a black veil, and a pair of tender and affectionate eyes were faintly visible, staring straight at him, he did not see the shyness of ordinary ladies Gentle, almost bold and explicit.
"I..." Barton wanted to say that since it was the first time they met, unmarried men and women should behave better. He should sit on the opposite sofa like Sherlock Holmes, looking calm and polite...unexpectedly, he didn't speak yet. The trembling voice spoke again.
"Are you afraid of me, Mr. Button?"
The director immediately sat down straight, with a serious face and a very well-behaved posture.
The lady giggled, while the lion-like man lowered his head uncomfortably.
"Okay, stop teasing Mr. Barton." Holmes cleared his throat and looked at Amanda, who also seemed to enjoy watching it with relish. "Someone said that you brought good news?"
"Ah, yes, I was shocked when I saw her. She is so lively and lovely. It's been a while since I last saw her. She has lost so much weight. It makes people feel so distressed..."
Holmes was in a rare daze. He fell silent suddenly, his lips pursed slightly.
McCroft raised his eyebrows, "I like this counterattack, it's smart and effective."
Amanda chuckled, and squinted at Holmes who looked normal. "Then, who do you want to know about, Mr. Holmes?"
Holmes smiled slightly, "Why don't you come and hear news that is more beneficial to us."
"Boring," Amanda spit out such an evaluation rather disgustingly, and Amanda snorted softly, "I heard that in order to compensate her friend, that little girl spent a lot of time comforting Cleveland Hawke, but it's a pity that he didn't Accept, she's struggling with this problem."
Mycroft turned to look at Holmes again, but regrettably found nothing to please him.
"She did the right thing," Holmes commented objectively. "After all, her decision has ruined a family, and effective compensation will ease the terminal friendship between her and Mr. Cleveland Hawke."
Amanda, "…"
Mycroft, "Oh my dear brother, are you gloating?"
Holmes coughed lowly, "We should get down to business."
Amanda curled her lips reluctantly, "Okay, here, here is the crossword puzzle she gave me. In order to prevent other people from getting this information, we have to work hard. It is said that only she, Sherlock, and Watson Know the answers to all the word puzzles."
Watson?
Holmes glanced at Button, who immediately understood, nodded, got up impatiently and walked out, saying as he walked, "You concentrate on crossword puzzles, and leave this to me."
McCroft looked at his back, "Mr. Button looks like he has encountered a scourge."
Amanda poured herself a cup of hot tea with an elegant posture, but did not answer.
"Mr. Button is an upright and loyal gentleman, but he, like Sherlock, is not a good husband candidate." McGrawford stopped.
Holmes, "..." I couldn't hear you.
"Tell me, Big Mr. Holmes, am I a good wife?" Amanda asked him.
All the Holmes shook their heads.So Amanda said nothing more contentedly.
Holmes looked at the crossword slip before him.
Most of the above questions are familiar to him, and all of them come from the books he and Nora have read together.McCrawford watched as he quickly completed most of the blanks, pausing only at two questions.
"What's Nora's bust-measurement?"
Mycroft, "…"
Then he saw Holmes raise his head, seemed to think for a few seconds, then lowered his head again, and wrote down a number solemnly and with complete certainty: 36, b.
"..."
Holmes, who was completely unaware of his brother's complicated psychology at the moment, concentrated on playing the word puzzle game. He completed the others smoothly, but he was stumped by the last problem.
"whereami?"
where am I?
Holmes struggled to choose between the most likely guesses.
"Apartment, Hawke's Castle, Sutfordshire?"
He kept combing through the clues during this period, trying to find the most reasonable one among these possible answers.But Amanda, who was most likely to know the answer, smiled and said nothing, watching Holmes' rare embarrassment with great interest, and took pleasure in it.
Until Watson arrived in a hurry, he first greeted everyone happily, and then saw Holmes's concentration, leaned over to take a look, and then smiled quite interestingly.
"Oh, it sure is Nora's style."
Holmes moved and looked up at him. "Do you know the answer?"
"Of course, of course I know." Watson gave him a strange look. "Do you still need to hesitate, Sherlock, 'Where am I'? No matter where Nora is at the moment, she will be in the heart of the person she loves the most, isn't it? Isn't it?"
That's it!
Holmes was enlightened, and immediately wrote down his very definite answer without hesitation: the heart of Sherlock Holmes.
Watson, "...hehe, I'm sure..."
Mycroft leaned over. "Done? What's the address?"
Holmes gathered all the answers together and gradually formed familiar names——
"36 (Square), Regent (Street), Piccadilly (Square), B (Arrondissement)."
"Oxford (street), Selfridges (shop)."
"London, Whitehall, the heart of Sherlock Holmes."
"I know the first two factories," said McCrawford, "but what is the last one?"
"Doesn't look like an exact address."
Amanda, "Don't look at me, I'm just here to send a message, I don't know anything."
Instead, Watson spoke.
"Where are you going these days?"
Holmes paused, he immediately understood, and crossed out "Sherlock Holmes' heart" mercilessly, and changed it to——
"Where Sherlock Holmes Will Go".
--where am I?
—Where Sherlock Holmes will go.
A smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.
"I got it. I got it!"
"What do you know?" Watson asked curiously.
Holmes folded the note and stuffed it back into his pocket, then raised his eyes, his eyes were very bright, "I know who that person is."
"Who?" asked Mycroft, probably the only one here who knew exactly who Holmes was talking about.
"We got it wrong, always got it wrong, Mycroft! Remember, the map! The map stuffed in the candlestick, all the news and evidence pointed to the Prime Minister's Office, but in the end it turned out that it was impossible It was the Prime Minister himself, so we found Iako Hawke, we captured him, we managed to take down him and his family, and we lost one of Moriarty's right-hand men - we all thought so! "
The smile on McCroft's face gradually dissipated. He seemed to have realized something, and the expression on his face gradually became gloomy.
"Yes, it went so smoothly! Everything went so smoothly, didn't we all suspect that the process of finding the answer was too simple, no one blocked it, and every clue was so easy to find, and we were overwhelmed by other trivial things Divided so much attention that no one suspects—”
"What do you suspect?" This was Patton who had gone and returned.
"The center." Holmes gripped the armrest excitedly. "The place we are about to go."
McCroft sighed softly, and leaned back in the chair, as if he felt the deep exhaustion from the bottom of his heart.
"Where are you going, exactly?"
Barton answered the question in his stead.
"Number 10 Downing Street," he said, "Prime Minister's Office."
The man they're going to interrogate is here.
After getting out of the carriage in a hurry, Holmes raised his eyes and saw the tall man waiting at the door. He waited for McCrawford to shake hands with him before he went up to shake hands and asked, "Are you in?"
Barton nodded, then paused, and replied flatly, "There is another old friend of yours."
This intriguing pause made Holmes give him a strange look, and then he noticed the imperceptible strange expression of this lion-like man. He looked at him fixedly, and Barton turned his head, whether it was a coincidence or in an evasive manner, Said to them, "Come in."
Mycroft glanced back and forth between them, and entered the room slowly, smiling.Holmes also turned his head, and said a word in a very light and flat voice.
"Indeed, she is a lady who is very good at seducing men to follow her."
Mycroft couldn't help laughing in front.
There was finally a crack in Barton's usually calm face. Before he could explain anything, Holmes patted his shoulder, then sighed softly for unknown reasons, and walked into the room.
Barton, "..."
He took a deep breath, walked into the room again, and couldn't help smelling that scent that made people want to move again. A lady who lives exquisitely and must be very beautiful.His gaze seemed to be drawn by the fragrance, and he slowly moved to the center of the living room, where a woman wearing a black gauze top hat was sitting on the sofa, her side face turned slightly white, her red lips were as plump as flowers, and her posture was elegant. The back view makes people daydream.
... Well, Sherlock Holmes was not entirely wrong.
He sighed softly for some reason, walked over and heard that they had already started talking.
The woman wearing a black veil, "Hehehe, Sherlock has not seen you for a long time, but you have lost a lot of weight since the last time we met—"
"Good day, Miss Amanda, I guess you are a pound fatter than before."
Mycroft, "…"
Barton, "..."
The slender and fair hand that was holding the lips with bright red nail polish became stiff instantly, and Amanda snorted coldly, "It hasn't changed at all."
Holmes nodded to her, and sat down on the opposite sofa calmly.
"He's not that direct with all the ladies," said Mycroft. "You could use that against him, Miss Amanda."
Barton looked around them, and suddenly heard a voice that was so sweet that it could almost drip water, saying, "What are you doing standing up, sit down, sit here."
The bright red fingertips pointed at the position beside her, with an unquestionable tone.
Someone laughed in a very unsightly manner again, and Barton was stunned for a moment, then turned his head subconsciously, his eyes just met the face wearing a black veil, and a pair of tender and affectionate eyes were faintly visible, staring straight at him, he did not see the shyness of ordinary ladies Gentle, almost bold and explicit.
"I..." Barton wanted to say that since it was the first time they met, unmarried men and women should behave better. He should sit on the opposite sofa like Sherlock Holmes, looking calm and polite...unexpectedly, he didn't speak yet. The trembling voice spoke again.
"Are you afraid of me, Mr. Button?"
The director immediately sat down straight, with a serious face and a very well-behaved posture.
The lady giggled, while the lion-like man lowered his head uncomfortably.
"Okay, stop teasing Mr. Barton." Holmes cleared his throat and looked at Amanda, who also seemed to enjoy watching it with relish. "Someone said that you brought good news?"
"Ah, yes, I was shocked when I saw her. She is so lively and lovely. It's been a while since I last saw her. She has lost so much weight. It makes people feel so distressed..."
Holmes was in a rare daze. He fell silent suddenly, his lips pursed slightly.
McCroft raised his eyebrows, "I like this counterattack, it's smart and effective."
Amanda chuckled, and squinted at Holmes who looked normal. "Then, who do you want to know about, Mr. Holmes?"
Holmes smiled slightly, "Why don't you come and hear news that is more beneficial to us."
"Boring," Amanda spit out such an evaluation rather disgustingly, and Amanda snorted softly, "I heard that in order to compensate her friend, that little girl spent a lot of time comforting Cleveland Hawke, but it's a pity that he didn't Accept, she's struggling with this problem."
Mycroft turned to look at Holmes again, but regrettably found nothing to please him.
"She did the right thing," Holmes commented objectively. "After all, her decision has ruined a family, and effective compensation will ease the terminal friendship between her and Mr. Cleveland Hawke."
Amanda, "…"
Mycroft, "Oh my dear brother, are you gloating?"
Holmes coughed lowly, "We should get down to business."
Amanda curled her lips reluctantly, "Okay, here, here is the crossword puzzle she gave me. In order to prevent other people from getting this information, we have to work hard. It is said that only she, Sherlock, and Watson Know the answers to all the word puzzles."
Watson?
Holmes glanced at Button, who immediately understood, nodded, got up impatiently and walked out, saying as he walked, "You concentrate on crossword puzzles, and leave this to me."
McCroft looked at his back, "Mr. Button looks like he has encountered a scourge."
Amanda poured herself a cup of hot tea with an elegant posture, but did not answer.
"Mr. Button is an upright and loyal gentleman, but he, like Sherlock, is not a good husband candidate." McGrawford stopped.
Holmes, "..." I couldn't hear you.
"Tell me, Big Mr. Holmes, am I a good wife?" Amanda asked him.
All the Holmes shook their heads.So Amanda said nothing more contentedly.
Holmes looked at the crossword slip before him.
Most of the above questions are familiar to him, and all of them come from the books he and Nora have read together.McCrawford watched as he quickly completed most of the blanks, pausing only at two questions.
"What's Nora's bust-measurement?"
Mycroft, "…"
Then he saw Holmes raise his head, seemed to think for a few seconds, then lowered his head again, and wrote down a number solemnly and with complete certainty: 36, b.
"..."
Holmes, who was completely unaware of his brother's complicated psychology at the moment, concentrated on playing the word puzzle game. He completed the others smoothly, but he was stumped by the last problem.
"whereami?"
where am I?
Holmes struggled to choose between the most likely guesses.
"Apartment, Hawke's Castle, Sutfordshire?"
He kept combing through the clues during this period, trying to find the most reasonable one among these possible answers.But Amanda, who was most likely to know the answer, smiled and said nothing, watching Holmes' rare embarrassment with great interest, and took pleasure in it.
Until Watson arrived in a hurry, he first greeted everyone happily, and then saw Holmes's concentration, leaned over to take a look, and then smiled quite interestingly.
"Oh, it sure is Nora's style."
Holmes moved and looked up at him. "Do you know the answer?"
"Of course, of course I know." Watson gave him a strange look. "Do you still need to hesitate, Sherlock, 'Where am I'? No matter where Nora is at the moment, she will be in the heart of the person she loves the most, isn't it? Isn't it?"
That's it!
Holmes was enlightened, and immediately wrote down his very definite answer without hesitation: the heart of Sherlock Holmes.
Watson, "...hehe, I'm sure..."
Mycroft leaned over. "Done? What's the address?"
Holmes gathered all the answers together and gradually formed familiar names——
"36 (Square), Regent (Street), Piccadilly (Square), B (Arrondissement)."
"Oxford (street), Selfridges (shop)."
"London, Whitehall, the heart of Sherlock Holmes."
"I know the first two factories," said McCrawford, "but what is the last one?"
"Doesn't look like an exact address."
Amanda, "Don't look at me, I'm just here to send a message, I don't know anything."
Instead, Watson spoke.
"Where are you going these days?"
Holmes paused, he immediately understood, and crossed out "Sherlock Holmes' heart" mercilessly, and changed it to——
"Where Sherlock Holmes Will Go".
--where am I?
—Where Sherlock Holmes will go.
A smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.
"I got it. I got it!"
"What do you know?" Watson asked curiously.
Holmes folded the note and stuffed it back into his pocket, then raised his eyes, his eyes were very bright, "I know who that person is."
"Who?" asked Mycroft, probably the only one here who knew exactly who Holmes was talking about.
"We got it wrong, always got it wrong, Mycroft! Remember, the map! The map stuffed in the candlestick, all the news and evidence pointed to the Prime Minister's Office, but in the end it turned out that it was impossible It was the Prime Minister himself, so we found Iako Hawke, we captured him, we managed to take down him and his family, and we lost one of Moriarty's right-hand men - we all thought so! "
The smile on McCroft's face gradually dissipated. He seemed to have realized something, and the expression on his face gradually became gloomy.
"Yes, it went so smoothly! Everything went so smoothly, didn't we all suspect that the process of finding the answer was too simple, no one blocked it, and every clue was so easy to find, and we were overwhelmed by other trivial things Divided so much attention that no one suspects—”
"What do you suspect?" This was Patton who had gone and returned.
"The center." Holmes gripped the armrest excitedly. "The place we are about to go."
McCroft sighed softly, and leaned back in the chair, as if he felt the deep exhaustion from the bottom of his heart.
"Where are you going, exactly?"
Barton answered the question in his stead.
"Number 10 Downing Street," he said, "Prime Minister's Office."
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