Baker Street Charterers

A week had passed since Watson's wedding.

If one word is used to describe the state of 221b Baker Street today, then there is only one that is most appropriate, and that is-weird.

Probably due to the staggered working hours, Mrs. Hudson has seen more than one occasional scene such as "Nora went out, Sherlock went home; and Sherlock went out, Nora got off work".But the person concerned behaved calmly and calmly enough that even she couldn't see the weirdness in it at all.Fortunately, on the day of the wedding, she didn't know what Holmes had said to Nora, but she finally didn't mention the matter of moving out, and she still settled here safely.

Until a sunny day in early [-], at around six o'clock at night, Nora had just returned from the clinic, and she had almost disappeared for more than half a week. Holmes finally returned to Baker Street on time, very rarely. The two met again within a week, watching strangely. After a while, Qi Qi turned his head, one of them stared at the scenery outside the window boredly, while the other looked down and studied today's news very intently.

A hasty knock on the door broke the false silence. A few seconds later, Sheriff Gleason, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, stepped upstairs with big strides. Before he could greet them, he gasped and hurriedly spoke Dominic got down to business, "There's—a new case has happened! Holmes!"

Holmes unhurriedly raised his head from the newspaper, still with the tooth-itching calm expression, and said unhurriedly, "New murders happen every day in this city, which is nothing unusual. Grayson."

"It's different this time!" Gleason didn't want to admit the incompetence of the police, but he still couldn't find any clues to prove its troublesomeness the next day. Will find it here.

Holmes was very satisfied with Gleason's attitude. The more anxious he was, the more difficult it was for this new case. He sat on the sofa and admired the ridiculous appearance of the other party's jumping feet for a while, then closed the newspaper, stood up reservedly, and took the Jacket, smiled slightly, "That got me interested, let's go, Grayson—"

Having said that, he suddenly paused, with a rare look of hesitation in his eyes, and his face flushed with anger when Grayson was about to rush downstairs, "What's the matter? Sherlock Holmes?!"

Holmes lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then turned around, and said to Nora who was sitting by the window trying to be invisible, "If you don't mind, why don't you go out with me?"

Nora was taken aback for a moment, and immediately turned to look at him, and as expected, she met those cold gray calm and deep eyes.

Still so rational and calm, without any waves, as if nothing happened.

This is Sherlock Holmes, the well-known and intelligent detective, who is never bothered by boring things.

So Nora also smiled slightly, stood up and walked over, saying, "Of course, I'm your most loyal partner, aren't I?"

The fluffy "was" made Holmes' eyes flash, and he couldn't tell whether she said it on purpose or by accident.

But he still upheld the gentleman's etiquette and made a "ladies first" gesture to her, and walked quietly behind her.

The night at the end of winter was still very cold. Nora was in a hurry to go out, wearing a thin shirt inside and only a short woolen jacket. The howling wind outside instantly blew her face into a slightly blue face. pale.She hurriedly got into the carriage, and after Holmes closed the door tightly to prevent most of the cold wind, she stretched out her hand and breathed lightly for warmth.

"I'm sorry," Holmes said suddenly. "I didn't take into account the weather outside and your mood. If you regret it..."

Nora looked at him in surprise, then smiled, "My mood is like winter, but I don't think it's so cold outside."

Holmes was stunned for a moment, and fell silent for a while.

Nora didn't expect Holmes to take this almost joking remark seriously, but she couldn't explain it in front of Gleason, so she had to change the subject flexibly, "Long time no see, Mr. What kind of surprise did we bring?"

Gleason had already read the newspaper reports about this unusual lady, and this time he did not despise her as usual, and said the whole story with unexpected patience, "This time there was a big trouble... just the day before yesterday At about 09:30 in the evening, a man cleaning the train found a female body under the seat of a docked train at Charing Cross Station. There was a deep and fatal wound on the abdomen. The doctor judged that she died of hemorrhagic shock The point is, you can't think of who she is-do you know the Dolan perfume shop in London? Yes! It is the Dolan perfume shop of the famous perfumer Joyce Bell, and the deceased is his granddaughter Cheryl Bell, 24 years old, was three months pregnant when he died!"

Nora had heard the name of Dolan Perfume Shop from Amanda. It is a very famous shop. Almost all ladies in the upper circles in London will buy new trendy perfumes there, and now the shop’s The head of the family also has a very inspirational life experience. It is said that his parents died early, and he stumbled to London. After several twists and turns, he entered the shop that was still in charge of Joyce Bell at that time, and became an apprentice under his name. He was loved by the old man's granddaughter, coupled with his good talent and willingness to endure hardships, and finally got the right to manage the store after he got engaged to Cheryl. This is almost one of the favorite celebrity gossips in the London tabloids. one.

But it wasn't this that surprised Nora—

"Cheryl Bell?" She repeated the name, but she remembered something and became even more surprised, "That Miss Bell who was rumored to be crazy and suspicious all day long?"

Gleason curled his lips, "I think you have read too much gossip in the tabloids, and you can't believe everything they say—you should think about it, who would murder a pregnant woman who is mentally ill?"

Nora smiled, "You're wrong, Mr. Grayson. According to most novels, it's the jealous wife who kills the husband, and the wife who kills the wife is usually ulterior motives." s husband."

This time, Grayson just rolled his eyes, and didn't bother to pay attention to her ridiculous speculation.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, there were almost no passengers at Charing Cross Station. Gleason took them to the steam train bound for Gillingham Station via Greenwich Station, with a serial number of "60613" written on the front of the train.There was no one in the car, it was dark and gloomy, only two young policemen stood nearby, gossiping idly, seeing that Gleason had brought someone here, they looked at Holmes and Nora inquiringly for a while, His eyes especially stayed on the latter for a long time.

Grayson ignored them and led the two of them directly through an open door.

"The body was found under the seat 82a of the third carriage," Gleason said as he walked, "We have consulted several doctors, and all of them came to the same conclusion, so I thought, maybe you should have a What a different discovery."

"I hope so," said Holmes.

Due to the special order of the police chief, the train has stopped running, which has attracted the curiosity of many journalists, newspapers, and business people. To find the murderer in the shortest possible time and reduce the negative news, Gleason had no choice but to find Holmes enduring the displeasure of being robbed of the limelight.

The corpse was not allowed to be moved in any way, so Gleason ordered them to stand far away, and then opened the bag.

A girl with long brown hair hugged her belly in fear, curled up under the chair like a doll, her eyes were closed, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.Wearing a skirt made of expensive materials, with a neck as white as jade, she looks very glamorous and beautiful even after death.Her abdomen was covered with a brown linen blanket, with blood seeping from underneath.Nora moved her nose and smelled a very familiar fragrance from her body.

"Here's what's puzzling down there," Grayson said, and then lifted the blanket.

Bloody, there was a deep blood hole in the young lady's abdomen, which was covered by a blanket just now, and now it is shocking at first glance.This should be her fatal injury, but what is puzzling is that the wound is not the usual situation caused by a dagger. The wound area is not large, but it seems to be caused by some kind of cylindrical object.

After the cloth blanket was lifted, the smell became more and more obvious.Nora paused for a moment before turning her head and asking hesitantly, "This taste... olive oil and rosemary?"

She can understand the latter, after all, such plants are often used in women's perfumes, but olive oil?Although this kind of thing was invented very early, it didn't become popular until the middle of the [-]th century. For Britain, which was still at the end of the [-]th century, it was still a general scarcity.

"This is what makes me so weird." Gleason frowned, "The doctor told us that after the murderer stabbed the lady cruelly, he sprinkled this kind of thing on her wound, If I remember correctly... it was to stop the bleeding? But, the murderer who helped the victim stop the bleeding?... Ha, the newspaper probably likes this kind of mysterious and mysterious case the most."

Holmes observed for a while, lowered his head to think for a few seconds, then raised his head and asked Gleason, "Where is the person who found this female corpse now?"

"You have a clue?" Grayson's eyes lit up.

Holmes smiled slowly, "Indeed, and the first clue is—this Miss Cheryl Bell originally wore a precious gemstone necklace in the shape of a snowflake around her neck. Slight differences can be discerned, and now that the necklace is gone, I have to wonder if the cleaner secretly took one of the precious clues."

Gleason froze for a moment, then shouted angrily outside, "Crete! Bring me that train sweeper!"

Then he turned his head and immediately put on a smile, "What about the other clues?"

Holmes played tricks. He looked at Nora, "Miss Sharp seems to have discovered something. You might as well ask her for her opinion."

Grayson had no choice but to turn his head helplessly, "Miss Sharp?"

"Don't you find it strange?" Nora squatted on the ground and looked around, frowning slightly, "From Gillingham to Greenwich, a young woman came alone on the train, but no one found her Wasn't the luggage next to the body at all?"

Her gaze deepened, "Did she forget to bring her luggage carelessly, or did someone take them on purpose? Who? The murderer? If he took the luggage, does that prove that he and the deceased were very close?" Familiar with it, and has evidence that he can't see people?"

"The most important thing is, where is the murder weapon that killed her so far? I guess you must have not found the right thing."

Gleason was stunned as he guessed something was going on, while Holmes smiled with satisfaction.