Baker Street Charterers

"Also, I think you need to know this."

The two went to sit on a couch in the corner, and Cleveland told her, "Julie went to the antique shop that night just to sell a gold-encrusted opal gawk box that wasn't very valuable."

This incident caught her attention, "Not worth much?" She thought for a while, feeling very puzzled, "How did she get that thing?... Or, that thing is not worth as much as the silver bracelet in her hand, Why would she want to pawn this thing?"

Cleveland shook his head, this is not within his scope of work.

Nora subconsciously followed the clues and began to use her imagination, but before she could come up with a good idea, the sound of approaching steady footsteps had come before her. When she raised her head, she saw Holmes standing still, holding his handbag. He put on his top hat, paused, and said in a brisk voice, "Good evening, Mr. Hawke, this is really an unpleasant night, isn't it?"

"You know me?" Cleveland was taken aback.

Holmes shook his head solemnly, "Miss Nora Sharp has countless friends in London on one hand, and the only people who can get her approval and generate a conversation are probably only clever detectives, doctors, and her old employer. "

"..." A lady in a cold sweat.

"Old employer?" Cleveland repeated, seemingly not understanding the meaning.

Holmes raised his eyebrows, "Oh—" he made an exclamation of unknown meaning, and smiled at Nora, "So Miss Sharp hasn't told him yet..."

"Ahem." Nora touched her nose helplessly, and confessed honestly, "I'm sorry Mr. Hawke, this is my sub-tenant, Sherlock Holmes, he is a 'consulting detective'—and he hired me A bodyguard."

Cleveland finally responded, "Bodyguard?" His voice rose.

He looked her up and down, but he couldn't connect her with the tall, strong and serious bodyguard in his impression.

"Well, this is just a title. In my spare time, I will go to the scene with Mr. Holmes to investigate cases as one of my hobbies."

Cleveland didn't seem to be offended. He nodded. The person recognized by his subordinates was naturally not a high-end product. He stretched out his hand and said politely, "Hello, Holmes."

Sherlock Holmes shook hands with him gentlemanly, turned to look at Nora, raised his eyebrows, "Perhaps you would rather stay and talk with this Mr. Hawke, or..."

Nora understood immediately, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, "Will you mind if it's so early?"

"At banquets held by rich people, the protagonists are always the same people." Holmes said in a lazy, penetrating voice. After playing a role, just exit quietly."

Nora nodded. She looked at Cleveland, slightly apologetic, "Mr. Hawke, I should go back with Holmes, you..."

Cleveland had a frustrated look on his face. It was very difficult for him to find someone to talk to, but fortunately, he was not good at embarrassing others, so he could only nod regretfully, "Then goodbye, Norma."

"..."

Walking out of the hall, a carriage was drawn. On the way home, Holmes stared at her, raised his eyebrows, and raised his voice unconsciously, "Norma?"

She was almost unable to explain, "Mr. Hawke has never paid attention to these trivial things..."

"Including the assistant's name too?"

"Well, I actually don't pay much attention to these..."

Holmes laughed softly, as if she pleased him with her helpless and bitter appearance, a smile appeared in his usually calm and sharp gray eyes, and he said slowly, "I have to agree with this point of view, as a lady , Miss Sharp really doesn't pay much attention to these 'details'."

Nora glared at him.

"Hmm...I heard you guys talking about antiques." Holmes changed the subject in a timely manner, showing interest, "Maybe I can share an interesting story?"

"For Mr. Holmes, all murders are interesting things." Nora sneered, but this did not dispel his interest at all. They all straightened up.Nora paused, and had no choice but to follow his words, "—this matter has to start from yesterday..."

She told in great detail all the details and processes she knew about the "Antique Female Corpse" case. The narration was direct and objective without being supervisory.Holmes listened to her voice with a look of thought in his eyes.

"Sounds like a love murder." Holmes touched his chin. His eyes exuded a long-preserved wisdom, which made his actions reveal the unique elegance and well-educated charm of a classical gentleman. His voice Slightly low, as if considering, "Are you interested in this case?"

He didn't ignore Nora's subtle pause in referring to the "Lucia Brown" and "Clydia Brown."

"Not to mention." Nora shrugged, this behavior was very inconsistent with the clothes she was wearing, "I had a relationship with that Miss Julie, but it was her dead body when I saw her again, which made people feel uncomfortable That's all."

"A chance meeting—" repeated Holmes emphatically, his gray eyes casting a thoughtful glance. "I think that Miss Julie lived in Regent Street—"

"Stop," Nora waved her hand helplessly, "don't apply your reasoning to me, Mr. Holmes, I can tell you the truth—I have no friendship with her, I just went there to find the Browns. At this point, she raised her brows inexplicably and slowed down her voice, "To tell you the truth...I have a blood relationship with the Brown mother and daughter."

Now Holmes was really surprised. In his first impression, Nora was really poor although she was well-spoken. When he met her, she was wearing a funny and ill-fitting men's clothing, and she was dirty and smoky. The smell of fish, it seems to come to find relatives, but it seems that the result is not satisfactory.However, in Nora's description, Brown's mother and daughter, who "have a trace of blood relationship", are completely different from her. The family is rich and powerful, and the one has nothing but insight... The family is all wonderful.

There are few people who give charcoal in the snow, but there are many people who make icing on the cake, but Holmes appreciates having such a wealthy cousin who has no intention of clinging to him.

It stands to reason that Holmes has never been involved in such a murder with clear clues and simple circumstances. He would rather spend his time on playing new violin pieces and researching different soot, but this time—— Holmes thought for a while, and then Looking at her, he spoke, "A barely qualified case," he comforted himself, "...I am willing to help you find the murderer, after this case is over—if you are willing."

Nora was taken aback, and she looked at the other person carefully - her eyes were deep, her expression was calm, her posture was casual, and she couldn't see that she was joking or had any hint of sarcasm for the time being.

She thought for a while, and finally agreed, "With the assistance of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes, we must be able to find the murderer behind the scenes before we clean up Julie's body." She praised cheekily, and asked by the way, " Is it free?"

This miser-like face actually made Holmes smile. He raised his eyebrows, and his deliberately sullen face couldn't hide the smile in his eyes. He said slowly, "It depends on Miss Sharp's next move." Yue's performance, after all, dealing with two employers at the same time, even if you are as smart and tactful as you, you will still be very busy, won't you?"

Is it ironic that she spends most of her time at the clinic instead of accompanying him to find the truth?Nora laughed and changed the subject, "Thank you for your hospitality tonight, Mr. Holmes."

"It is the couple who should be thanked. Their combination has not only secured the jobs of hundreds of people, but also filled your stomach."

Nora touched her nose guiltily, trying to calm herself down, "It's a waste of food, isn't it? These rich ladies don't eat at night to plump their bodies."

Holmes looked her up and down. "So you are satisfied with your appearance."

Nora straightened her waist, closed her knees, turned slightly to one side, her hands were placed on her knees properly, her bright red curly hair fell down from her face, she wore a conspicuous white dress and elegant long white gloves, matching her The calm and gentle smile on her face really looked like a rich lady at first glance, but this illusion only lasted until she spoke, "——Now, Mr. Holmes."

The big detective thought about it for a few seconds, and finally came to a conclusion, "Sure enough, an exquisite dress has the magical effect of turning decay into magic."

"...it's always so hard to get compliments out of your mouth."

Immediately retorted, "Isn't it a compliment to praise this dress-then I can change the rhetoric, um... Nora, your performance tonight is enough to pass. At least in Mr. Cecil Duane's very content eyes Li, you acted very calmly."

Holmes has such a keen eye. Nora didn't think that Mr. Duane's intentions could be hidden from him at all. She didn't feel curious and asked, "Then what do you think he will do?"

Holmes lazily leaned back in the chair again. Nora keenly sensed that this was his subconscious reaction when he encountered a topic he was not interested in, so she smiled slightly. Holmes gave her a strange look and continued, "I can only hope that the Mr. Duane is sensible enough, otherwise innocent people will inevitably receive unkind attention before he learns the lesson from his father-in-law."

Nora smiled slightly, "A good boss wouldn't just sit back and watch his subordinates fall into such an embarrassing situation, would he?"

"Oh—" Holmes cast a meaningful glance at her. "Which one do you mean, sir?"

"..." Careful guy.