Baker Street Charterers

"Oh, what happened?" During the silence between the three of them, a kind voice came in.Nora turned her head, but saw a plump, silver-haired old man in a light blue skirt walking over with a hand basket. She looked at Watson and the misfit girl in surprise, and asked, "Holmes, these two yes……"

"John Watson," he answered very succinctly, "and his thief friend."

"..." Watson blushed and tried to explain, "Nora is not—"

"Still the same, strong coffee and no sugar," interrupted Holmes. "Please, Mrs. Hudson."

After speaking, he showed no interest in this place at all, turned around and disappeared behind the door, only to hear a crisp "tapping" sound, and then fell into silence.

"I'm the landlord, not your housekeeper!" Mrs. Hudson complained, but she didn't refuse.She turned her head and looked at Watson, showing a gentle smile, "You are John Watson. I am the landlord here. You can call me Mrs. Hudson."

Watson called out politely, and suddenly thought of something, with a troubled look on his face, he looked at the girl next to him.

The old woman was also looking at her, probably remembering the phrase "friend thief", Mrs. Hudson's attitude was a little cautious, "This little girl is—"

"Nora, my friend." Watson introduced. Nora also smiled and said in a light voice, "Hello, Mrs. Hudson."

Her immature face and bright eyes obviously moved the soft-hearted old man, Mrs. Hudson softened her eyes, "Oh, a lovely little girl, Sherlock is a hard-spoken and soft-hearted person, he doesn't like ladies approaching, I hope you can forgive him for saying that about you..."

Nora shrugged, not caring.

"Look at your face, and your clothes, how dirty it is-God, who would have the heart to let a little girl suffer so much." Mrs. Hudson obviously belonged to Watson's kind of good-natured person, and when she saw Nora's disheveled With her hair and dirty clothes, she cried out, gave Watson a dissatisfied look, and hugged her shoulders affectionately, "You are Watson's friend, why doesn't he take good care of you, you are with him Did you come to London together, where do you live alone..."

Watson interrupted her question awkwardly, "Ahem... Mrs. Hudson..."

She turned her head in doubt, "Watson?"

"It's like this..." Watson bit the bullet and explained, "Nora is a poor lady. Her father went bankrupt, and she had to sell the house to come here because of her debts. She has no place to live now... ..."

Mrs. Hudson realized that she was not a wealthy person. She only had to rent this house to make a living. Even though she was kind-hearted and liked this bright-eyed girl, she couldn't take her in just because of her kindness, let alone living in the house. There are still two men here, which is not a suitable place for a young lady.

Mrs. Hudson looked at him hesitantly.

"I can look for a job." Nora understood what she meant, and spoke first. "Thank you, Watson. But I don't think I should take advantage of your kindness to embarrass Mrs. Hodson."

She showed a bright smile, "Although I am young, I am very strong, and ordinary jobs are not difficult for me. When I find a job, I will have money to pay the rent."

Nora turned her head and asked cautiously, "You'll have a room for me, won't you, Mrs. Hudson?"

Her cautious and ingratiating appearance softened the heart of the old man who lived alone all year round without his heirs. She looked at her lovingly, "Oh, of course, of course, my dear." After a pause, she smiled gently, "If you want, you can live with me for a while, and you can pay the rent after you find a job—you don't mind what Holmes says."

Nora smiled inexplicably, "Of course—I don't mind at all."

……

Holmes expressed extreme dissatisfaction with the fact that a thief—the key point is a female thief—was living in the house.

"Mrs. Hudson!" He yelled, and the old man ran over in a hurry, thinking that something had happened, but he met Holmes with a pale face due to lack of sunlight, "Holmes? What's the matter? "

"It's unbelievable, it's unbelievable—" Sherlock Holmes said loudly, "how can you tolerate a thief—a female thief living in a house with an indelible fishy smell, even the flower seller Ladies look cleaner than she does—do you have to wait until tomorrow morning to find that the whole house has been emptied by her before you wake up to the importance of 'careful consideration'?"

Watson, who was packing his things in the upstairs room, did not hear his high-pitched speech.Nora had been sent off by Mrs. Hudson to wash up because of her filth, so they were alone in the drawing-room.Mrs. Hudson knew Sherlock Holmes' character of hating women very well. She smiled good-naturedly, trying to appease this intelligent but withdrawn young man, "Oh Sherlock... Nora has already told me the reason why she steals, she It's a poor girl, can't you show your sympathy once in a while, don't you want to drive away a little girl whose parents are dead and her family is bankrupt, and let her live on the street at night?"

"First of all, I am full of doubts about the untested statement that 'the parents are dead and the family is bankrupt'." Holmes's gray eyes habitually showed a look of suspicion, "Secondly, my sympathy will not order me to casually walk on the road. Picking up a suspicious person with unknown identity and intentions to go home - compassion will be more effective when used on the victim's body, at least it will allow me to find the murderer instead of nervously suspecting that it is hidden in the bedside rug all day Has the gold necklace below been stolen—”

Mrs. Hodson covered her mouth and shouted, "Sherlock!—" full of warning.

Holmes stopped talking. He kept walking around the living room, fully displaying his dissatisfaction and irritability, until a light footstep stepped in, and then Mrs. Hudson whispered in surprise and joy——

"Oh, look, what a pretty girl!"

Holmes turned his head, his gray eyes scrutinized the intruder.

The gray-stained hair and face were washed clean, revealing the bright wine-red slightly curly long hair under the dust, sticking wetly to both sides of the cheeks.Her skin was starkly pale, with a few lovely inconspicuous freckles on her nose.The most eye-catching thing is her pair of big and bright emerald green pupils, which are both clear and pure, like a flame burning in the field, with a strong vitality.She was wearing Mrs. Hudson's old clothes when she was young, a bright yellow corset dress, and a clear and straight collarbone was exposed.She was taller than girls of the same age, so she looked straight and slender, like a lily covered with dew.

Her appearance is very cute and quiet. If it weren't for the wildness in those overly bright eyes, she really doesn't look like the dirty waif who was suspected of stealing 10 minutes ago.

Nora had never worn such uncomfortable clothes—the chest and waist were tightly bound, and it was almost impossible to breathe.In her previous life, she seldom even wore skirts due to her occupation, let alone this corset dress—she took a deep breath, feeling that she was about to pass out from being out of breath, and forced a smile to Mrs. Hudson, "Thank you Praise."

"Look at this beautiful red hair." Mrs. Hudson patted her head lovingly, and winked at the expressionless Holmes. "You mean it, Sherlock?"

It really is Sherlock Holmes——

Nora raised her eyes, and was facing a pair of cold gray eyes without emotion.The legendary detective Sherlock Holmes with superior IQ and good at observation and reasoning made no secret of his indifference towards her, but only answered Mrs. Hudson's question in a calm and rational tone, "Red hair is only due to pigment and light. Because of the reflexes, I don't see at all how beautiful it is to me."

Mrs. Hudson, who had been put off, glared at him.

Nora brushed her hair and pulled the strands of hair that fell around her face behind her ears. This careless movement gave her a calm and calm posture that was rare for girls.She was not angry at Holmes' disapproving attitude at all. Instead, the corners of her eyes were slightly curved, and she showed an interesting, warm and friendly smile——

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes." She narrowed her eyes slightly inexplicably, "...it is a great honor for me." Her tone emphasized the adverbs.

Holmes looked at her scrutinizingly, frowning slightly, as if puzzled, "I'm sure I've never seen you, ma'am."

"Oh yes," said Nora. "It is true that you have never seen me, but I have heard of you, Mr. Holmes."

"Really?" Mrs. Hudson was surprised, but she became more interested. "Dear Nora, where did you hear about Sherlock?"

"Many places." Nora's smile deepened, "He is a famous... very famous detective."

In 28, Sherlock Holmes, who was only [-] years old this year, had not yet fully demonstrated his amazing reasoning talent and meticulous observation ability. However, entrusted by an acquaintance, Sherlock Holmes had already solved several cases that the police were unable to decipher. Although the tricky case is not very famous, it is already well-known in the circle of British police detectives. Sherlock Holmes re-examined this young girl, but still did not notice anything about "familiarity" from her. " breath.

He withdrew his gaze, lacking interest, picked up the violin that had fallen on the sofa, and played it slowly, not caring that there were two ladies standing in the living room, but as a man, he left them alone to immerse himself In the world of musical art.

"Oh, that's what Sherlock looks like," said Mrs. Hudson. "I hope you get used to living here..."

"Of course," Nora replied softly. "Thank you very much for your help, Mrs. Hudson. I don't even know how to repay you."

Mrs. Hudson showed a gentle smile on her face, "My dear, then live here well. London is a place full of opportunities. A beautiful girl like you will definitely find a good home."

Nora was about to speak when there was a thumping sound from the stairs. Watson came down with a smile on his face, "Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, I am very satisfied with my room—"

He suddenly saw Nora who turned his head, and he was taken aback, a little unbelievable, "You are, Nora?"

She bowed her legs in a dignified salute with her skirt in hand, and said politely, "Good afternoon, Mr. Watson."

"Oh." Watson reacted suddenly, a little embarrassed and a little surprised, "I didn't expect the homeless Nora I met by chance to be so young and beautiful."

His tone was sincere, and there was no sign of praise, but simply expressed what was in his heart.Nora looked at him with a smile, and Watson looked more and more embarrassed.

"boring."

Holmes suddenly said this. When everyone looked over in amazement, he dropped the violin and walked from one end of the sofa to the other, talking to himself in a hopelessly boring, almost unbearable tone. "Living the same life in the same house every day is not challenging. My mind tells me it resists this stagnation, like a racing car engine idling because it's not being used where it should be. , I almost tore myself into pieces..."

"boring boring boring--"

Nora whispered to Mrs. Hudson, "Does he do that often?"

"No." Mrs. Hudson also whispered back. "Oh poor Sherlock, whenever he doesn't get the case he wants, he will turn around because of the utter emptiness..."

"Mr. Holmes is a detective?" Watson was surprised. He probably had never seen such a deviant detective. Most of his impressions were of rigid, serious and meticulous middle-aged people.

"Sherlock is a clever detective," boasted Mrs. Hudson, "the smartest I've ever met."

Watson asked Nora quietly, "What do you think?"

"Me?" Nora smiled. "I think this clever Mr. Sherlock Holmes looks like a second-rate violinist with too much energy and nowhere to vent."

Mrs. Hudson laughed, and even Watson next to her couldn't help but smile.

Holmes, who was immersed in his personal world, suddenly turned his head and fixed his gray eyes on Nora, "You think my violin level is only second-rate?"

"A smart man has his own use of his smarts," Nora replied, "just like a genius who is proficient in mathematics and physics is often in a hurry with his own life."

She didn't answer Holmes' question directly, but Sherlock Holmes keenly felt that he seemed to be being ridiculed. He bounced back proudly as if he had encountered a pushing spring, "It sounds like this person whose surname is unknown Ms. Nora seems to have a great sense of her magnificent ups and downs in her life."

"Well, I was just talking casually." Nora shrugged and didn't care, "Mr. Holmes can take what I said as a naive girl who wanted to show off her knowledge and experience when she was bored. Noise, after all, I'm a suspicious person who's saying 'both parents are dead and a family goes bankrupt', isn't it?"

Watson looked at her in admiration, what a sentence with connotation, the seemingly eloquent Mr. Detective was silenced by her at the moment.