Baker Street Charterers

When she woke up, it was almost afternoon, and the warm sun shone on her face. Nora slowly opened her eyes and sat up, and then found a thin blanket slipped off her body.She froze for a moment, and her eyes slowly shifted to Holmes who was reading a newspaper on the sofa not far away.

The world often sees the omnipotent appearance of this great detective, but few people realize that even a genius is not developed overnight. Sherlock Holmes has many specialties and interests, but what he does most is still reading, researching, And when men of this age spend more time on socializing, banquets and making friends with lovely ladies, Holmes prefers to stay in his own study or laboratory, and when he is extremely bored, he only injects cocaine to pass the time Solution, seems to have no interest in the events of his own life.

She slowly sat up straight on the sofa, straightened her messy curly hair, looked around, and said lazily, "Where did our dear Watson go?"

Without looking up, Holmes said, "Going to see Mrs. Cecil Forrester."

After a pause, he added, "—this is what he said, I'm more inclined to 'go to comfort and visit Miss Mary Morstan', and visit her employer by the way."

Nora stood up and stretched, walked to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of hot tea, leaned on the table and took a sip of hot water, "Did he say how long it would be before he came back? I thought we had to find that one" What about the Aurora?"

Holmes put down the newspaper. He closed his eyes tiredly and rubbed his forehead. He said in a low voice, "One or two hours."

Nora froze for a moment, then observed him carefully, frowning slowly, "Sherlock, are you a little..."

Holmes raised his head, his eyes were slightly blank, and there was even a little water vapor in his gray eyes.

Now that Nora was sure, she put down her teacup and walked over. Before Holmes could react, she put the back of her hand on his forehead and lowered her body to observe his face in detail, "Sherlock, don't you know that you are sick? "

"Sick?" He repeated subconsciously, and then resolutely rejected, "No, I'm fine."

Nora sneered, "Are you sure you want to argue this with a doctor's assistant?"

Holmes sat up straight, opened his eyes slightly, and tried to let her know that he was completely fine. "To be honest, I know as much about medical science as you do. I am very clear about my state..."

"Mrs. Hodson—" Nora cried, "where's the cold medicine?"

After a while, the landlady hurried upstairs, first looked at Nora, then moved her eyes to Holmes' face, surprised, "God, Sherlock, your face is really terrible."

Holmes was still about to speak, but Nora interrupted him, "I think he needs to take medicine, otherwise he will have a fever tonight."

Mrs. Hudson immediately went to look for cold medicine nervously. Holmes had no choice but to sit on the sofa, but still replied, "...I'm fine."

"I don't want to tell you to 'shut up,'" said Nora. Seeing that Holmes was about to speak, she immediately told him, "Shut up."

"..."

"Your complexion is very bad." Nora said displeasedly, "Don't tell me, you haven't closed your eyes until now?"

Holmes immediately lost his gaze.

Nora couldn't help but laugh, "You are really a dedicated and good detective, but I want to remind you that if you get tired while investigating the case, the loss outweighs the gain."

Holmes touched his nose, and finally stopped trying to persuade her. At least for now, he was still not sure that he could gain an advantage in the conversation. "You have some truth in what you said, but these trivial ailments will be completely cured tomorrow morning."

Mrs. Hudson had already brought the cold medicine, and Holmes reluctantly drank it under the watchful eyes of the two ladies.

"You should take a good rest." Nora didn't relax at all, "Even if it's a trivial ailment, the case can be investigated as soon as possible, sir."

Holmes, who was caught to the fatal point, could not refute this ulterior motive at all. Besides, he did feel uncomfortable. He stood up and walked to his room, still not forgetting to emphasize, "If Watson comes back, please be sure to wake me up." , find the murderer as soon as possible..."

Nora only said two words, "Good night."

In fact, she was very prescient, and Holmes still did not go downstairs until Watson came back in the dark, so the landlord and the two tenants finished their dinner very happily.

"So—" Nora asked Watson who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea to digest after the meal, "how is Miss Morstan?"

Watson's usually cheerful face showed a gloomy look, but he replied, "She...she is fine, and she has not been frightened in any way."

"You seem to be frightened." Nora teased, and then asked again, "Is it because of that treasure?"

Watson glanced at her in surprise, and paused, "—you are indeed very smart, Nora." He sighed, "Yes, you are right, the reason is indeed the wealth she is going to inherit—— "

When he said this, he paused for a few seconds, as if he felt it was difficult to speak, his face showed hesitation, embarrassment, loss, and faltered.Nora propped her chin with her hands, and smiled lazily, "Watson, you look like you are caught in the pursuit of the girl you love but don't know how to speak, and you are uneasy. Ha, I don't need Sherlock Holmes' reasoning to know. , you must want her to inherit the wealth, but you don't want her to get it back, right?"

Watson bowed his head in silence.

"It's justifiable." Nora sighed, "but have you ever thought that if Miss Mary Morstan didn't get the inheritance in the end, would you still admire her?"

"Of course." Watson replied immediately, without hesitation.

Nora spread her hands, "Look, what you like is Mary Morstan when she was poor. She is smart, rational, kind, beautiful and full of courage. Do you think that no matter whether she inherits the inheritance or not, these qualities make you admire, Will it disappear?"

Watson was taken aback.

Nora looked at the doctor mildly, "Of course not. Watson, Mary knows this very well. Even if she has become the richest young lady in London, she is still the first love you have ever seen." Property, Mary Morstan, will only make your affection more faithful through the trials—if you are not discouraged."

"You're right." Hua Changchang sighed, "I was too indecisive. You have always seen it more clearly than me."

Nora shrugged, "It's natural from a bystander's point of view. If one day I fall into your current situation, don't forget to remind me—announce in advance."

Watson laughed. "Oh Nora, believe me, you won't have to wait long for this day."

Nora only thought it was a teasing among friends, and waved her hands indifferently, "Don't make fun of me, I'm pretty sure 90.00% of the smart gentlemen in London won't take a fancy to me."

Watson smiled meaningfully, "But there are ten percent of smarter gentlemen who may silently admire you without knowing it."

"That can only be his bad luck. I can't bear to leave you, Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson." Nora replied jokingly, then stood up, waved to him, and raised her voice, "Okay, I'll go upstairs to rest Go, good night, doctor."

Watson smiled. "Good night, Nora."

……

The next morning I got up to have breakfast. As expected, Holmes was still tired and depressed, with a sickly flush on his cheeks.

"Oh Sherlock," Nora said sympathetically, "it seems that these trivial ailments have tormented you quite a bit."

Holmes paused, "That's not true. In fact, I'm just worried about this case. Wiggins came to my place last night. We knew the murderer, the steamboat, and everything was under control, but there was no news—even Baker No Street Squad could find the Aurora. No news from Mrs. Smith."

last night?Nora was taken aback for a moment. She did hear some noises in the middle of the night, but she didn't expect Holmes to be worried about the case so late.The professionalism of this great detective cannot be underestimated.

"Then what about the upstream, have you investigated it?"

Holmes took a sip of water sleepily, "I've thought about these possibilities. Wiggins and the others have chased them all the way to Richmond, but there is still no news."

Nora shrugged, "Well, I hope to hear good news from you when I come back."

Watson was stunned, "Aren't you going with us?"

"I only asked Mr. Hawke for one day's leave. If I still miss work today, I will probably be fired." Nora smiled, stood up after breakfast, put on her coat, and said goodbye to them. "See you in the evening, gentlemen, Mrs. Hudson."

She hurried to the clinic and was surprised to find that the door of the clinic had been repaired.She stood in front of the door and looked around for a long time before she was sure she was in the right place. She subconsciously took out the key to open the door, and then found that she didn't have the key to the door, because she didn't need it to enter the door before.

She had no choice but to knock on the door hard - in most cases, Mr. Hawke was still immersed in the dream of dissecting corpses every night around eight o'clock.

It took a long time before there was a sound from inside. Cleveland opened the door with two thick dark circles under his eyes, stared at her blankly for a while, and then suddenly realized that he took a few steps back and let her in, "Oh, Nuo Ma."

"Nora." She reminded her habitually, and continued to walk forward, "Good morning, Mr. Hawke, did you deliver any unfinished goods yesterday?"

Cleveland walked slowly behind, straightened his messy hair, and said lifelessly, "One is in the dissecting room, and the other is in the incinerator."

Nora nodded, pushed open the door of the anatomy room, and heard the boss behind her speak slowly, "New case?"

She turned her head in doubt, and Cleveland pointed to the newspaper spread out beside the table, "Yesterday's news, "Upper Norwood Strange Case."

"Ah." Nora suddenly realized, and then nodded, "Yes, I asked for leave with you to investigate this case with Holmes."

Cleveland remained expressionless, and his voice dragged on, "Yesterday, I handled three fresh corpses by myself."

"...?" Where is the point.

Cleveland turned his head slowly, staring at him with dark eyes, although it was the same as usual, but there was an obvious and very unpleasant message all over his body, "If two pounds is not attractive enough, a salary increase is not a problem. "

Nora, "...???" What the hell!