Baker Street Charterers

After work the next day, Nora followed the address Holmes gave her to find the Appolina tailor shop.

When she pushed the door, she heard an extremely charming chuckle, belonging to a young woman, sweet and full of sexual meaning.She raised her head and saw a young woman in a bright red dress, long brown wavy hair, and a picturesque smile, leaning against the table, putting her hands on the male guest's chest ambiguously, giggling.

Nora immediately stood there in embarrassment, thinking whether to go in bravely or exit as if nothing had happened. The proprietress saw her, looked at her for a few seconds, and showed a frivolous smile, "Please come in, my guest."

"Amanda, then tomorrow afternoon..." the male guest hinted.

The proprietress gave her a wink, which made even an old woman like Nora's heart beat faster, not to mention the man whose legs were weak on the spot. She pushed the other man's chest and drove away loudly, "Got it, leave now." Come on Alex, I won't be late."

Only then did the guest reluctantly leave the shop, his gaze still fixed on the plump breasts of the proprietress.

"Cough." Nora cleared her throat as if nothing had happened. "I'm an acquaintance of Mr. Holmes. You must be Miss Amanda Annwood, right?"

"So it's Sherlock's friend," the proprietress warmly greeted, her long, slender eyes full of mature style flashed over her body like water, "Oh sweetheart, look at this cute little face, sit down Come here so I can take a good look at you, Sherlock has never introduced a woman to me."

Nora stared stiffly at the landlady's snow-white hands touching her face, and finally sighed regretfully, "It's really old, no matter how good the powder is, I can't paint such a delicate skin..."

"Your beauty is incomparable." Nora said sincerely, looking at the amorous eyebrows that had been moistened obviously, such an enchanting and gorgeous face almost threw the Brown family into the Arctic Ocean.

The proprietress chuckled, hooked her chin lightly, sprayed her warm breath on her face, her moist eyes were smiling, and her voice was soft and ambiguous, "What a cute little person... so sweetheart, tell me , What does Sherlock need from me?"

It was the first time that Nora was so close to a woman, smelling the greasy aroma that seemed to come from the fleshy bones, she looked away awkwardly, "Uh... there is a dinner party this afternoon, and Mr. Holmes needs a decent The lady in the dress..."

"Mr. Holmes..." The proprietress raised the corners of her lips meaningfully, and her long nails swept across the tip of her nose. "Oh Sayuri, Sherlock will be sad to hear such an unfamiliar name."

Nora immediately took a step back when she had time, away from the woman who exuded an incomparably sexy and alluring aura, relieved, and said seriously, "You misunderstood, Miss Annwood, I'm just Mr. Holmes' part." renters, and subordinates.”

"Sublet, subordinate?" The proprietress smiled again, "Oh, dear, you probably don't know how much Sherlock hates women, but now he lives with a woman?" At this point, she regretted Touching his own face, "Even a stunner like me can't catch the eyes of Sherlock Holmes, and you...it turns out that detectives have such strange tastes, what a pity, what a pity..."

Nora didn't know how to explain the connection, but before she could figure it out, the proprietress shrugged and said, "Well, for the sake of sending my husband to prison, tell me, you want What kind of clothes do you want?"

Although she felt that the proprietress was a bit strange when it came to marriage, fortunately, Nora had a surprisingly good impression of her. She smiled slightly and asked humbly, "Look at me... what kind of clothes are suitable for me? "

The proprietress looked at her carefully, "Well... the young face is barely good... she has thin skin and tender flesh, but it's a pity that her chest is too flat, her waist is too thin, and she is rather tall..."

She circled around Nora, pondered for a while, and finally nodded decisively, "I already have an idea, since it's too late to make an order, then I can try this one."

She walked into the back room and took out a well-fitting pure white long dress. The intricate neckline was trimmed with silk thread, almost revealing half of the shoulders and back of the chest. Covering the entire leg, the corners of the skirt outline a circle of rendered light silver patterns, which looks very elegant and simple, and the styles and fabrics are all good.

"How about this set?" The proprietress was eager to try.

"It's so expensive," Nora said, "I'm sure every lady would break the bank to buy it."

The proprietress covered her mouth and smiled, "Look at this cute little mouth, every word can make me feel sweet. This is indeed a nice dress, but since you are a friend of Sherlock Holmes, I think you have The qualification to wear it...Of course, remember to return it."

Before Nora refused, the proprietress took out matching gloves, earrings, bracelets and shoes, and said, "Although these are not expensive, they are still worth some money, sweetheart, so don't lose them."

Nora could only nod her head cautiously, "Yes, ma'am."

The proprietress blew a kiss to her, smiling, "I wish you and Sherlock a sweet night, Sayuri."

"..."

……

Holmes put on his pure black suit and walked to the living room. Watson looked him up and down for a long time, and finally nodded, "Your temperament is very prominent."

Holmes tightened some bow ties, and looked at the tall man in the mirror - dark hair, gray eyes, high nose bridge, slender figure, sharp and confident rays of light in his eyes, full of a restrained and calm temperament, He unconsciously nodded and agreed with Watson's words, "That's right, I can't find a single shortcoming for now."

Watson rubbed his nose, and when he heard the creaking sound from the stairs, he turned his head, and was immediately startled in place, his eyes full of wonder.

"Oh, Nora." Watson couldn't help sighing, "you are as beautiful as a lily in full bloom."

Holmes turned his head when he heard this, and was taken aback for a moment.

In the eyes of Holmes, this Nora Sharp, who has only been in contact for a short time, has many qualities he admires, such as sharp eyesight, unique insight, or adaptability to accept new things. As for her gender, her Sherlock Holmes has never paid much attention to appearance or family background. What is innately given to human beings will never determine the path they will take in the future.She is full of unknown secrets, but Mr. Detective, who is proficient in observation and reasoning, finally chose to keep this riddle, and maintained this rare seedling to grow outstandingly, looking forward to its final result-in short, in Holmes' stubborn impression, Noah Clever, free, proud, with all the unique qualities that are rare for women in this era, La has never realized that she is also a lady, a beautiful lady.

Nora Sharp's long, vivid and bright red curly hair like oil was pulled aside by Mrs. Hudson's skillful hand, revealing a plump and clean forehead, with flying eyebrows and wild burning emerald green pupils underneath, a burst of excitement The vitality makes her stand out even in dimly lit interiors.The snow-white neck is exposed, and the straight and clear collarbone goes straight into the shoulders, revealing an elegant posture.Wearing a white and flawless tunic dress, with a bright and fragrant smile, she stood there quietly, as if she was bathed in the luster of ancient ivory, and as if the moonlight was shining on a lovely book.

She has always been self-confident, which Sherlock Holmes thinks deeply, and this is what distinguishes her from those arty fools.But now with the rendering of the exterior, this self-confidence and magnanimity were magnified several times, giving this young lady of no more than [-] a unique and outstanding demeanor, like a fire on ice.

This soaring and vividness made Holmes stare at her for a long time involuntarily. Under Nora's inquiring eyes, he finally moved his eyes away, lowered his eyelids, paused for a few seconds as if thinking, and finally spoke——

"Hmm...Apollinai's boutique dresses are really extraordinary."

Nora smiled half-smile, "Oh dear Holmes, it's always so hard to hear a word of praise from you, so much so that I've even forgotten that I'm a woman too."

"Oh... woman..."

"What did you say?" Holmes' words were too vague, and Nora couldn't hear them clearly. She looked over inquiringly, but the big detective suddenly closed his mouth with a deep and elegant expression, as if he had never said that unclear sentence.

"Probably the hearts of all gentlemen tonight will be tied to this mysterious female companion of Sherlock Holmes." Watson half-jokingly half-praise, "If any handsome young man is lucky enough to be spotted by our Nora, please Do tell me, Holmes."

Holmes glanced at him, tightened his tie again, put on a brand-new top hat, stood in front of the crowd with a brand new look, and said solemnly, "—if that young man's intelligence can barely catch up with the seven-year-old detective, Then I'll keep an eye out for her."

"Shall I have the honor of knowing the generous host of the feast we're going to?" asked Nora.

"Adams Duane, the Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police's engagement ceremony for his son and the Ottoman girl." After explaining, Holmes said with a look of politeness, bending his arms. "Shall we go?"

"Anytime." Nora took his arm kindly, and walked out of the room with him.

……

Duan's house is located on the east side of Longbold Street. It is a very spacious and elegant small villa. Before the night falls, the hall is already brightly lit.Adams Duane is not only the head of the Metropolitan Police Service, but also runs some profitable family businesses. His son's marriage to Ottoman, one of the ancient British nobles, has further consolidated Duane's position in London.The reason why Holmes got to know such a person is that not long ago he accidentally used a button as a clue to help Duane win a business lawsuit, and Adams was very happy to make friends with a man full of wisdom and a bright future. So he generously sent out an invitation letter, warmly inviting him and a female companion to attend his son's engagement banquet.

The coachman drove them to Longbold Street. There were many people coming and going at the gate of the villa. Holmes showed the invitation letter to the doorman and walked into the hall with Nora on his arm.

"It's really a place where rich people can live." Nora whispered.

Holmes remained expressionless, but he continued in a low voice, "There are only two types of people living in this kind of place. One is the rich people you speak of, and the other is the beauties."

"Which one is Miss Osman?"

Holmes thought for a while, turned his head and looked her up and down for a few seconds, and then replied tactfully, "We are richer than you, but slightly inferior in terms of grooming."

"So I, a person with 'lower-than-standard looks', can also marry a rich man?"

"With your 'beauty', perhaps someone who surpasses you can pass this row to Fenchurch Station. But if you use your wisdom a little more than a fool, perhaps-perhaps you can make your dream come true." Holmes said slowly. He said slowly, and after Nora's eyes lit up, he added slowly, "Then I watched my husband and countless mistresses sensual, worrying every day whether another illegitimate child came to the door, just trying to divide the inheritance, and finally in the desolate Your only strength is gradually obliterated by worry and fear, and you become the most inconspicuous part of countless mediocre and stupid human beings."

"Thank you for your advice." Nora gritted her teeth, "Fortunately, my 'only strength' is still alive - my reason, which allows me to maintain a calm and friendly conversation with Mr. Holmes. conversation." Instead of aggressively throwing off the bitch's hand, he left gracefully without looking back.

"That is what a friendly tenant should do," said Holmes modestly, "as your intelligence and character are still within my tolerance."

Nora snorted coldly, but saw Holmes shift his eyes to the three people walking towards this side, and said in a low voice, "Look at this couple, the most famous marriage partners in London, an engagement banquet of power and money." .”

Nora heard the words and looked——

The 50-year-old comforting man in front should be Adams Duane, and the young man with medium build, brown hair, blue eyes and ruddy complexion in the back is his son Cecil Duane, beside him is a girl with a gentle face and a quiet manner. Probably that Füsun Osman.Unexpectedly, even though the husband had a warm smile on his face, although the wife was smiling, she couldn't hide the deep melancholy and paleness in her eyes.

"Miss Osman doesn't seem to like her fiancé very much." The woman's gossip nature can never be restrained, Nora leaned over and whispered.

Warm breath fell on Holmes's ear, he was stunned for a rare moment, then moved his face away slightly, and then said calmly, "Anyone who is about to marry a woman who fools around with countless pregnant women every day before marriage is looking for him." The fiancé who comes to the door will not be willing."

"How did you find out?" Nora was curious. That Cecil Duane looked friendly, and there was no sign of such a messy character on his face.

"I have my own unique news network, which is a necessary means for a great detective." Holmes couldn't help but proudly raised his chin, but Nora suddenly said calmly, "A tramp?"

Holmes' face froze slightly, and the young lady snorted coldly in a slow but very clear and meaningful voice, "...it's really unique, Mr. Detective."