Baker Street Charterers

Nora's fingers grazed Julie's cold ankle, and her grip was full of femininity, even after death.

"A beautiful corpse," Cleveland said.

It's a pity that this beautiful corpse is about to be sent to the incinerator at the strong request of the family. Nora sighed regretfully, "He's late."

Cleveland turned his head when he heard that, and stared at her with light blue eyes dimly, "Him?"

Nora paused for a moment, showing an apologetic smile, "I forgot to tell you, sir, Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective, has taken over this case."

Cleveland thought for a while, then suddenly remembered his subordinate's second job, and said dryly, "Then you..."

"After dealing with Miss Julie, I will go with Mr. Holmes."

"..." I always feel that the subordinate's aura seems too strong to refute.

Cleveland was in a daze at the side, racking his brains to figure out how to get his subordinates to take him with him—there are fewer people dying in the city recently, and the clinic’s business is not good, so staying here alone is very boring.Although solving the case is boring, at least there is someone he can talk to, and Norma is one of them.

The boss's thoughts are in the empty mode, and Norma is hearing the sound of the door being moved. When she looks around, she finds the big detective and the doctor who have been late for 3 minutes.

"You are late." The assistant with a strong sense of time said with a straight face.

Watson immediately raised his hand guiltily to express that he was wrong, "I met a lady who called herself Amanda on the road, and Holmes had a chat with her, which wasted some time."

Holmes glanced at the doctor who was telling the truth. Mr. Detective straightened his face and said in a steady tone, "Good morning, Miss Sharp, Mr. Hawke."

Cleveland turned his head and stared at him for a few seconds, "You are..."

"...We met once." Holmes reminded.

Cleveland immediately turned to look at Nora. She coughed and smoothed things over, "Haha, my boss has always had a bad memory. This is Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective I'm talking about."

Cleveland gave a light oh, and the doctor enthusiastically stepped forward and extended his hand, "I've heard about you from Nora for a long time, thank you very much for taking care of her."

Cleveland shook hands with him, and said dryly, "I didn't take care of her." After a pause, he finally realized that the point was wrong, and he asked suspiciously, "Heard about me?"

These two must be here to make trouble——Nora gritted her teeth secretly, and immediately chose to change the subject wisely, "Hey, it's getting late, we should set off."

Cleveland watched her expectantly.

Nora didn't notice the employer's strange emotion at all, she said goodbye to him politely, "If there is a corpse brought over, you know how to find me, goodbye, Mr. Hawke."

Cleveland silently watched them go with slumped shoulders.

On the way to Regent Street, Watson told her in a tone full of disbelief and sighs, "Mr. Hawke is so young, I thought that probably everyone who ran the clinic would be at least a mature enough person."

Thinking of her employer's usual blank look, Nora couldn't help but smile slightly, "He's a...very interesting person."

On the contrary, Holmes maintained that inscrutable appearance. He walked slowly, straightened his waist, and looked around with his gray eyes casually. Another meaningful smile, "Dear Watson, Nora, Mr. Cleveland is indeed a gentleman worthy of association, but this does not mean that we can get close to him."

Watson, "Ah—what do you mean?"

Holmes glanced at Nora who was looking over, and said calmly, "As far as I know, the Hawke family in London is not a friendly character."

Nora narrowed her eyes.

The subject of the employer came to an end, and neither Holmes nor Nora raised the subject again, except for Watson, who still hadn't figured out the meaning.

Walking to Regent Street, the familiar steps with verdant flowers and trees, and the impressive white painted wooden door, Nora knocked on it again, and got a quick response.

It was still the gorgeous blond beauty who opened the door, but this time she no longer looked at her with contempt, and she no longer called out to the beautiful maid. She looked at her in surprise, and then moved her eyes to the two people behind her. On a man, he subconsciously straightened his waist, his green eyes habitually showed a smile, and his tone was soft, "May I ask who you are..."

"Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective of the antique female corpse case, has obtained permission from the Police Department to come here for routine questioning." Holmes said solemnly, introducing his partner by the way, "This is Dr. John Watson, and Nora Miss Sharp, Physician's Assistant."

"Nora...Sharp...?" Lucia repeated the name once, as if remembering something, staring at her with shocked eyes, screaming like a ghost, "It's you—you actually—"

"Hi, Miss Brown." Nora didn't intend to recognize her relatives at all, she leaned lazily on the side and smiled slightly contemptuously, "It's very unfortunate that we meet again."

"Is this your fault?" Lucia glared at her viciously.

Nora almost laughed, because of this cousin's completely thoughtless guess, she looked at her carefully, as if guessing how much surprise she could give her, "I think Mr. Holmes' introduction is clear enough, we are here for Julie Come on, it's not you, or Brown."

Lucy's face froze, and she stared at her with hatred, but a soft voice came from behind, "Lucy, who's here?"

"Mom." The blond girl reluctantly opened a gap, revealing the beautiful woman behind her. Clydia was stunned when she saw the three of them, then she smiled and welcomed them in, "So It is you, Mr Sherlock Holmes."

Seeing Watson and Nora who looked like attendants, she didn't show too much strange expression, and nodded politely.Watson returned the salute, and Nora only smiled more languidly.

The decoration of Brown's house is very in line with the family background, magnificent, with enough valuable oil paintings, small statues and decorations everywhere, and the purple velvet curtains are half-covered, making the room appear a little dark.Clydia called the servants to bring them mellow refreshments, and Nora glanced at the new maid. She had brown hair, blue eyes, and an ordinary face. She was only an immature girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Nora looked at this Mrs. Brown calmly. She didn't seem to notice her movement, but she just took a sip of a cup of black tea elegantly, put it down, looked softly at the two gentlemen sitting on the opposite sofa, slightly With a sigh, "I knew you would come, one day later than I expected."

Holmes raised his eyebrows. In front of outsiders, he obviously cleaned up well. He sat upright, his legs crossed casually, his hair was neatly combed on his forehead, his nose was straight, his pair of gray eyes were extremely deep and quiet, and the corners of his mouth appeared faintly. She smiled with an inexplicable meaning, looking like a detective, "So, Madam seems to have some interesting stories to tell us."

"I don't expect this matter to be hidden from Mr. Holmes." Clydia was very frank. It was obvious that it was not the first time she had met this detective, or she had always been well-informed. Her tone showed that she was very obvious to Holmes. fear, "Julie is indeed my daughter."

Lucia next to her had an ugly expression, but she wasn't surprised. It seemed that she knew all about this a long time ago. She was the sister of a maid.

Watson, who loves gossip, immediately pricked up his ears, and Holmes remained expressionless.

Clydia showed a look of nostalgia, "But that was before I got married...I'm sorry to let you hear such unbearable things about me, but Julie...she is a good girl, she was a good girl when I brought you She came back but couldn't make her recognize me as a mother, she didn't have any complaints, she is a good girl..."

The expression on the mother's face made Lucia's face even more ugly, but she didn't say a word, but the expression in her green eyes was shocking.

"Does Mr. Brown know about this?" Nora asked suddenly.

Clydia paused, "Oh yes, he knows and tolerates me, he has always been a very good husband."

Holmes smiled slightly, but no emotion could be seen in the smile, but Nora, who was good at observing, saw a hint of irony.He raised his eyebrows lightly, "I don't intend to inquire about the private affairs of Madam's family, but I hope you can tell me what happened that night?"

Clydia's expression was very calm, "That night, Lucy and Julie had a fight... Please don't get me wrong, Julie has always been a docile child, but during that time she behaved very wrong..."

"She doesn't like to go out on weekdays, but in that month, she often went out early and didn't come back until the afternoon or dinner. I don't like to restrict her freedom, but I can't help but ask her a few words, and she never speaks, words Vague, I have to be suspicious."

Speaking of this, Clydia's usually gentle eyes also sank, and the haze loomed, "I asked Krez to follow her, and found out something that made me very angry."

"Julie was born in a bad way, but she is still my daughter, and I have never treated her badly in life... how she repays me, falling in love with a baker's son, penniless, and not at all I can't support her. The days when she leaves early and returns late are all with this poor boy!"

The condescension and anger in Clydia's tone made Holmes and Watson, both poor boys, touch their noses.