Baker Street Charterers

"Since you have admitted to the intentional murder of Miss Bell, let's make things a little easier." Gleason had no liking for women who looked like flowers and were like snakes, and he spoke in a very indifferent and even slightly contemptuous tone. Stated, "You'd better tell the truth all you know, or a more severe punishment awaits."

Ida Swan slowly lowered her face as if withered, and she was silent for a long time, until Gleason was close to the limit of impatience, then she smiled softly, her tone was extremely calm, "My whole life has been met Robert was ruined after that, and now that you all know that, I guess I have nothing to hide."

Like all sinners who are about to die, she raised her head, her expression was calm and even more relaxed than usual, her tone was slightly slow, as if she was telling a bedtime story, "When I met Robert, I knew very well He will be my end, achievement, and nightmare, just like my mother, neither I nor she can refuse this type of man, but I still hope that Robert will not repeat the tragedy of my mother's father... in the end I still guessed wrong."

"...I'm pregnant, three months."

"I think, I'm so young and more beautiful than my mother, almost no man can refuse my request, and Robert loves me so much, he will definitely want this child, then marry me, and end that ridiculous tragedy that year— Heh." Ada smiled inexplicably, and her tone became softer, "...but I lost the bet. On the third day after he knew the news, I went downstairs to his house, but I couldn't find it anymore. him."

"I found a friend, and I watched him turn into a puddle of pus, and I thought, look, sure enough, I'm no different from my stupid mother."

"I moved here, I don't have much savings, but I don't want to be a prostitute who gets trampled on, so I have been looking for a man who can let me live a better life with peace of mind... Ah, Ethan Reed, my dear Ethan, Cheryl doesn't love him that much, and he's just as irresistible to me as any other man. So you see, this face actually does something, doesn't it?" She smiled mockingly.

"I could have been fine with it, and while I didn't love Ethan, he was obsessed with my body, wasn't that enough?—that was enough to keep me going until I accidentally discovered that the father of my first child, Robert, lives in Greenwich not far from me, and his latest lover is my lover's wife!"

"Can you find anything that shames me more, drives me crazy?"

The expression in her eyes gradually became gloomy and cold, just like a real executioner, without the light and elegant style of the past, "Because I don't love Ethan, I can bear the existence of his wife, but I won't bear it." Robert's lover, having such a disgusting relationship with me--and he seems so fond of her? Ha--"

"I can't sleep well all day and all night. As soon as I close my eyes, it's his face. How he pursued and cared for me with sweet words at that time will only treat her a hundred times better!" Her face was full of fierce jealousy She never let go of her resentment, "...How can you let me bear it? How can I continue to pretend that I don't know anything, and live in peace?!"

When Ada said this, her expression paused, and she showed a very satisfied smile, "But when I was scratching my heart and lungs because of this pair of dogs and men, that bitch maid of Cheryl actually found me, haha , what a faithful servant—she told me that she was very sympathetic to what happened to me, that she often heard my name from Robert's mouth, and compared me with Cheryl from time to time... in his mouth I'm like a shameless slut, pestering him shamelessly, even having a child out of wedlock—"

Ada's sharp nails clasped tightly on her palms, "Marian said that what she hated most in her life were half-hearted men. Even though she was the maid of Bell's family, her heart was on my side... I don't know if she is How did you find me? I even know these things so clearly, but I have been blinded by hatred, I can't wait for them to pay the price, I want to see how they are ridiculed by everyone in London's upper circles, their status and reputation have plummeted, and they are doomed, just like me back then—”

"Marian introduced me to a mysterious person, who is said to be her father's old friend. He only talked to me in letters, never revealed his name, and only told me his code name, 'm'." Ai Da gradually calmed down, and there was even a very obvious look of admiration and admiration in his eyes, "M is indeed a knowledgeable and omnipotent person... I have never met a person who knows as much as him."

"He didn't even know where Miss Bell also wanted sex, but it wasn't me, but her husband." She snorted mockingly, "Another idiot who is obsessed with Robert, doesn't she Do you think she will end up better than me in the end?"

"M has been persuading me in the letter to settle this matter as soon as possible. He thinks I have an extraordinary talent in painting, and he appreciates this talent..." Ada pursed her lips shyly, lowered her eyes, There was a slight blush on his face, "...As you can see, the paintings you saw on the wall that night were not all the paintings I made, and I sent many of them to Mr. M. He and I are here Very negotiable.”

Holmes and Nora raised their eyebrows at the same time, noncommittal.

"But I've been hesitant... Ever since I met M, I don't think I care so much about Robert, that scum. I'd rather see the hysterical scene after Cheryl was abandoned... Ah, that would be unparalleled, She will become another me back then, she must be like this—”

Ada took a deep breath, "—but when I was still hesitating, I saw the news that she had been killed. My first reaction was that M helped me, and I wrote to question him, But no matter how I sent the letter, I never received a reply. I even went to the address on the envelope and found that it was just an abandoned construction site! I want to find Marianne and ask her what happened things, but she also disappeared, just like m without a trace..."

Her eyes gradually turned red, and her voice was even mixed with grievance and dissatisfaction, "...Do you think he thinks I'm too indecisive? Or does he have a better—better choice...? Am I not young enough? Beautiful, not talented enough?!"

She covered her face with her hands and wept softly.Grayson gasped, showing a horrible expression.

Nora looked at her with admiring eyes—it was the first time she had seen such a brain-damaged woman, the person code-named "m" played her around from beginning to end, but she was still worried whether he had other The person I like, this Miss Ida Swan, spent her whole life explaining what is meant by "self-indulgence", "what is beyond gold and jade, and what is broken in it".

The case seems to have become a mystery here. No one knows where Marianne is, M's true identity, and who the murderer is.But it is irrefutable that there must be some connection between them that cannot be ignored.

Gleeson took Ida Swan away, while Holmes and Nora drove back to Baker Street, both of whom were unhappy because of the unsolved case.

Holmes once vowed that the murder case could be solved within a day, but now it seems that this can no longer be fulfilled-it seems that there is a pair of invisible manipulating hands, and every key clue and detail seems to be controlled by this black hand behind the scenes. Participate, but it is so successfully hidden that their current ability cannot dig it out, while the other party is condescending to observe their every move, like watching a clown jumping on the beam, relishing the useless work they do by jumping up and down Le Dao, triumphant.

This made the big detective feel frustrated like never before.

"I know the red pen is the murder weapon, and now I also know that someone specially sent it to Mr. Robert to confuse the direction of our investigation." Holmes sat on the sofa in distress, frowning tightly. "Needless to say, the so-called The 'witness' is also a fake that M found. No wonder he knows such details. Cheryl Bell is often not sober. How could she still have the energy to write the so-called diary?! It's so stupid—— —”

"How did you know that the pen is the murder weapon?" Nora couldn't bear Holmes's decadent appearance, and tried to change the subject.

"Wound - God, Cheryl Bell's wound is exactly the shape of the pen, and there is no ink in the wound, and the murderer didn't take the time to wash the ink, so the pen must be new, the one in Robert's hand!"

Nora rubbed her nose, thinking that the pen used by the self-proclaimed handsome Mr. Robert had been stabbed into the belly of the woman she loved, and she felt chills.

"Who did this to me?" murmured Holmes to himself. "He must know everything about the Police Department and even about us. He used Ida Swan and Robert Lee as fronts, and he stood in the dark shadows." Laughing at us, laughing at our inability to do anything about this case, not even the slightest trace of the real murderer..."

"Huh——" Nora glanced at the coffee table inadvertently, and then pulled out an unremarkable envelope from under a magazine. There was no signature on it, and there was no pattern or factory logo on the envelope. She couldn't help shaking it in doubt. "Mrs. Hudson didn't tell us there was any letter. Where did it come from?"

Holmes straightened his back immediately, took it, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, then carefully peeled off the sealing wax on it, and took out a piece of plain and unremarkable square paper sandwiched inside, on which there was only one sentence: The words, the handwriting is complicated and full of British elegance——

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes, do you still like this present for you?—I hope you have not been disappointed."

Signed: "Your most sincere admirer, m."