Baker Street Charterers

It took Nora a while to figure out what Cleveland meant. She paused and asked cautiously, "Mr. Hawke, what do you mean..."

Cleveland stared at her flatly, "You can get a raise if you want."

"..." There is a boss who will take the initiative to raise the salary of his employees?Nora, who was hit by the pie, immediately narrowed her eyes with a smile, "I need it, of course I need it."

"You can only ask for leave once a year." Cleveland made a negative request.

Nora hesitated for a while, and finally sold the No. [-] boss unscrupulously under the temptation of Jin Cancan, "If there are no accidents, it's okay——"

Cleveland nodded with satisfaction, "You can go to work."

Nora cheerfully entered the dissecting room.

She has lived in Baker Street for more than a year, and her plan of saving savings to become a house slave has taken another step forward, but there is still one good thing waiting for her——

"There is an afternoon tea party that I have to go to." Before leaving get off work, Cleveland stopped her and told her in a tired, boring tone, but he had to deal with it patiently, "I need someone who doesn't Such a noisy companion."

"..." Nora was taken aback, tea party?Cleveland invited her to a tea party?

"The day after tomorrow, Buckingham Palace, four o'clock in the afternoon." Cleveland said to himself in the same tone, "If you need a dress, I can..."

"Wait!" Nora interrupted him, dumbfounded, "Mr. Hawke, I am very grateful for your invitation, but—Buckingham Palace?" She shook her head, "Although I don't know what status you have in London, But I’m sure, look at me.” Pointing to her blood-stained men’s clothing, she laughed, “Do you think someone like me is suitable to go there? ——Oh, Cleveland, I think you must have something better than I'm a better candidate."

Afternoon tea in the Victorian era was formal, and Buckingham Palace?That was the British royal palace and the place where the queen worked. She didn't think that a commoner like her could go to that kind of place.What's more, the tea party that Cleveland "has to go to" is probably more important than the ordinary afternoon tea, and it is very likely to be the legendary blind date of the upper-class nobles.

After all, in her opinion, Cleveland is too withdrawn, she has never seen any close friends of his, and as for his ambiguous partners, she has never seen any of them.As a wealthy 29-year-old man without a family, Mr Hawke's relatives should be very anxious.

Seeing that Nora rejected his invitation without hesitation, Cleveland couldn't help showing a disappointed and melancholy expression.They have known each other for a year, and they are very clear about each other's characters. Nora's decisiveness is what he appreciates very much and regards as an indispensable advantage among friends, but now it has become the fatal point that he can't speak again.

"Actually, it's not as boring and serious as you imagined." Cleveland finally struggled to explain, "And you're not as boring and boring as everyone else."

Nora laughed. "Oh Cleveland, should I thank you for complimenting me so much?"

"This is a fact."

Nora still shook her head, "I'm sorry, but I'm not suitable to appear there, I think my reputation in the tabloids is bad enough, it's unimaginable that in a few days your circle will be full of me and What an embarrassing scene your gossip and rumors should be."

Cleveland stared at her. "I thought you didn't care."

Nora, who was pierced by a single glance, touched her nose guiltily, "Ah...this is different from you treating me as a female companion and a shield."

Cleveland, who was also poked in the heart, showed a shocked expression, and then fell silent.

"Let's go." He waved his hand weakly, with a frustrated expression, "Oh, the new salary will start from next month."

"..." This must be revenge.

The gloomy Nora returns to Baker Street, and then meets Holmes who is also gloomy and dejected.

"Ahem——" Nora waved her hand in an attempt to disperse the strange-smelling mist in the room, "Sherlock!"

Holmes, who was immersed in a complex chemical analysis experiment, raised his head and looked at her sadly as he was fiddling with the decanter.

"Oh Nora, you are back." Watson, who had been tortured for a long time, cried out as if seeing a savior, "Because this case has made no progress, Holmes has decided to take revenge on us useless and stupid humans. Persuade him to cough cough—”

Nora stepped forward decisively, then picked up the lid and extinguished the flame of the Bunsen burner. Before Holmes could stop her, Nora opened the closed window with all her might, letting the foul-smelling gas out, fresh The air filled the room again.

"Come back to life." Watson sighed.

"You are stopping the progress of the history of human chemistry," Holmes accused her.

"Ha." Nora snorted coldly, "I'm glad I stopped you in time, otherwise my boss, Mr. Hawke, would be surprised to find me and Watson's fresh corpses in the clinic tomorrow morning."

Watson nodded sharply.

"Ms. Hudson is very old, and her house can't stand your troubles." Nora sniffed the smell in the house, sat down with satisfaction after making sure there was no peculiar smell, and asked, "Watson, what are you doing?" case..."

Watson spread his hands, "It's still the same as when you left, no progress."

"Ah..." Nora nodded understandingly, and then smiled, "In comparison, I am very lucky—dear Cleveland, kind Mr. Hawke, great boss, ha—because of my hard work Work hard, and he broke the rules and gave me a raise."

To express her gratitude to Cleveland, she used those three adjectives in one go without any sense of hindrance.

"Really? Congratulations, Nora." Watson was obviously happy for her, "Now you have more money to buy beautiful dresses."

"...Doctor, you really don't need to worry about my clothes." Nora was not convinced.

Watson laughed.Sherlock Holmes spoke suddenly.

"If Miss Nora Sharp, my dear, kind, great 'boss', can catch the suspect, even if it's a ten-fold increase in salary, I'd like it."

Watson and Nora looked at each other, and Qi Qi looked back at him strangely.

"Is my Lady Luck finally going to look back at me?" This was Nora, beaming.

"Oh Sherlock, your words sound really poignant." This is Watson with a lot of meaning.

The thinking circuits of two people are often not in a straight line.

But Nora immediately calmed down, "Unfortunately, I can no longer ask for leave like Cleveland, I have already used up my quota for this year."

"What's the matter?" Watson asked.

Nora shrugged, "There are only two of us in Cleveland Clinic, and he is often overwhelmed. I can't leave him alone to face a few corpses."

At this point, she suddenly remembered, and whispered to Watson mysteriously, "Doctor, did you know that Cleveland actually invited me to the afternoon tea at Buckingham Palace today—ha, the glorious Queen Victoria."

"Ah!" Watson whispered, "You agreed? This is a very rare thing."

Nora raised her eyebrows, "What do you think, will I say yes? Buckingham Palace! Aristocratic tea party! God - I don't want to dress up in civilian clothes to deal with lovers who only spread gossip about whose husband is better. the ladies of the

Watson was a little disappointed, but more curious, "Why would Mr. Hawk suddenly think of inviting you—ah, no offense, I just thought maybe he would have a better choice, for example, his fiancée?"

"As far as I know, there is no fiancée in Cleveland." Nora sighed full of regret, "Maybe in his eyes, I can talk a little bit, and a fiancé—God knows that a complete cold corpse may be better than a warm and fragrant one." women are more attractive to him."

Watson shivered.

Holmes stood up suddenly. Under the surprised gazes of Nora and Watson, he put on a double-breasted button-up coat and an old red scarf, as if he was about to go out.

"Where are you going?" asked Nora. "Are you feeling better?"

Holmes paused as he stood at the door.

"Let's take a look downstream." His voice was very steady, and he couldn't hear any emotion, at least it seemed so. "Some things, it's better to do it yourself."

Nora watched him go downstairs, opened the door and walked out. She looked at Watson suspiciously, "Is he awake?"

Watson spread his hands, "Probably, at least his experiment hasn't blown up the room yet."

Nora propped her chin wearily, thinking of the smell she smelled when she entered the door made her feel uncomfortable, "It seems that I have to prepare more riddles to deal with, besides injecting cocaine when I am bored, I will also be interrupted when the clues are interrupted." Sherlock Holmes who worked on the terrible experiments."

"He has placed a private advertisement in the newspaper to find the 'Dawn', but there is still no news." Watson said.

Nora sighed, "What a dedicated detective."

Watson smiled meaningfully, "In my opinion, the dedicated Sherlock Holmes is not only worried about this clueless murder."

Nora looked at him in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"'What in the world is higher than the sky?'" Watson laughed. "That's a very interesting answer, now that I think about it, Nora."