Baker Street Charterers

The clatter of horseshoes echoed in the noisy street.

For the fifth time, Gleason glanced puzzledly at the faces of Holmes sitting next to him and Nora sitting opposite them. He endured for a long time, and finally could not keep his composure in this strange and dull atmosphere. .He showed an expression as if he had eaten an eggplant, and said in a low voice as much as possible, "...would you mind telling me what happened this morning?"

Holmes looked at the passing scenery outside the window with a calm face, and turned his head in puzzlement when he heard these words, "What do you mean?"

"You, and Miss Nora Sharp." Gleason couldn't bear it any longer, "Although I really don't want to interpret your actions just now as 'eye-eyed'...but it seems to be the case."

Nora, the person involved, stared nonchalantly at the sparkling river under the bridge outside.

Holmes paused imperceptibly, then smiled, "...Your eyes are dazzled."

"..." Grayson blushed, "Maybe I admit that you have great talent in solving crimes, but you can't look down on my eyesight like this!"

"If you had eyes for such a thing, I don't think you'd be in this carriage."

Grayson, "???"

Nora lowered her head and coughed lightly to cover up the strangeness on her face. Grayson immediately turned his head, stared at her very seriously for ten seconds, and then cautiously and tentatively asked, "...you and Holmes...? "

The ending sound of the last word rises suspiciously, full of intriguing rhymes.

"I don't understand what you're saying." Nora was very calm.

Gleason pouted depressingly, "God, I don't hate the 'tacit understanding theory' between you more than this moment."

Nora and Holmes smiled in unison.

Mr. Griffin's teaching assistant, Jed Sundsbury, lived in a very remote alley. If he hadn't confirmed that the address was correct, the three of them would be very puzzled about it——as a young and famous professor at Cambridge University Assistant, living in such a place that is almost indistinguishable from a slum, could it be that this famous academy still has rules about deducting employees' salaries?

Grayson cleared his throat, and after getting out of the car, he resumed his haughty detective demeanor, and stepped forward to knock on the door first, "Mr. Sendsbury?"

The room was silent for a while before I remembered a young man's clear voice, "Who is it?"

"Sergeant Grayson of the Metropolitan Police, with Mr Holmes and his assistant."

A few seconds later, the door was opened, and a tall young man with healthy wheat-colored skin and curly black hair stood there, smiling with crooked brows and eyes, looking very sunny, "Hello, gentlemen, are you here?" Do you need my help with anything?"

"Actually, yes." Gleeson made a gesture of invitation. "In the case of Mr. Blair Griffin, we need to conduct a routine interview with you."

Jed Sendsbury hesitated for a few seconds before inviting them into the room, "Okay, but please hurry up, I still need to go to the laboratory to work in the afternoon."

"Excuse me, you are not Mr. Griffin's assistant. As far as I know, his specialty is the study of Greek folk songs and legends?" Holmes asked suddenly.

"That's true." Jed's eyes slowly dimmed, "... I admire Professor Griffin very much-but, you know... I still need work, and Miss Clare from the Cambridge University laboratory gave me Another chance."

Holmes stopped asking questions. He scanned the room and walked in.

The furnishings in this room did not give them too many surprises. Just like its appearance, there were only a few basic furniture. On the only table was an open book "Olympic Voice" and the In the few finished manuscripts, words such as "Greece", "Helen" and "Karisia" can be glimpsed faintly.

Gleason obviously saw this too, and his serious eyes immediately shot to Jed, "I thought...you said that you have finished the research on Mr. Griffin, so what are these?"

Jed's face didn't change, he looked calm and unconcerned, "This is the manuscript I studied with Mr. Griffin before, old things, I took them all out, and I'm about to give them to his wife Gerry Mrs Fern... is there a problem, Sheriff?"

"In fact..."

Before Gleason finished speaking, Holmes suddenly interrupted him. He quickly picked up a letter in the manuscript, narrowed his eyes, and his gaze suddenly became sharp, "...this letter...who sent it to your?"

Jed blinked his big eyes innocently, and scratched his head, "I don't know... this is addressed to Mr. Griffin, who is said to be a person with 'great wisdom'."

"May I keep him?" asked Holmes politely. "Everything about Mr. Griffin may be a key piece of evidence."

Jed hesitated for a while, but agreed, "Go ahead."

This little episode passed, and Gleeson sat down and began his business-like interview.

"When did you know Mr. Griffin?"

"Six months ago," Jed replied, "I was working in a bakery, and Mr. Griffin was a regular customer there."

Grayson wondered, "So how did you become his teaching assistant, a bakery guy?"

Jed showed a sunny smile, "About this...my father was a tutor before his death, and he liked to study European mythology very much. I accidentally chatted with Mr. Griffin about these...he was very touched by it. Interest. He gave me a chance to live a better life."

"You are not from the local area." Holmes looked calmly, and pointed to his face under Gleason's puzzled eyes. "...The complexion seems too healthy for London, where there are more rainy days than sunny days."

"Yes, I was born in Aberdeen." Jed admitted frankly, "My mother opened a restaurant there, and I originally came here to seek better learning opportunities...but an accident happened on the way, and I All my money was stolen, so I had to work in a bakery to make money."

It sounds like there is no flaw.Gleason nodded, and was about to speak when Holmes interrupted, "As for that old scar on Mr. Griffin's body, do you know the origin of it?"

Jed froze for a moment, "You mean scars?..."

Gleason was keenly aware of the hesitation in the other party's expression, and he couldn't help but feel a little more complexion, "Please tell us everything you know, it's best not to hide it."

Jed looked ashamed, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, and it's rumored that it's really... not good for the professor."

The three of them stared at him with piercing eyes.

Jed had no choice but to speak, "...It is said that he was hacked two years ago when he was out of town... At that time, he had just met his wife, Miss Liz, and some people said that she was intimate with another gentleman at the time."

It sounds like there's an even more interesting story behind it.

Love or something... always has the magic power to make people lose their minds.

"Then, in your impression, what is the relationship between Miss Liz and Mr. Griffin?" asked Holmes.

Jed lowered his eyes, "They were very close... at least in everyone's eyes, some said they were the British version of 'Daphne and Chloe' - they met in Trafalgar Square, Mr Griffin was looking for inspiration for a manuscript, and Miss Liz was feeding the pigeons - she was then director of an orphanage."

Holmes nodded, but the thoughtfulness in his eyes deepened.

It seemed that Holmes had stopped there, and Grayson breathed a sigh of relief, gave them a "Thank God you go away" look, cleared his throat, and then turned his head to continue his duties.

Nora followed Holmes out.

"Sherlock?" Nora stood beside him, "What important clue did you find?"

"A lot." Holmes raised his eyebrows and smiled amusedly. ". . . and you will certainly be surprised by it."

"There aren't many things that surprise me." Nora smiled, "Don't be secretive, just tell me."

"Do you still remember that Mr. Moriarty?" Holmes took out the letter, and Nora looked at it carefully. It was a simple envelope without any patterns or factory marks, and the letter paper was made of the same material... She frowned, " This is……"

"A letter from the mysterious man." Holmes narrowed his eyes, "but it seems to be different from the last time... I read the whole letter carefully. This Mr. Griffin and Mr. Moriarty seem to be on good terms. They have known each other for at least half a year. The above ... and he admired him very much, and Moriarty gave him a lot of guidance on writing the manuscript."

"You mean that Moriarty only got involved in this case by accident this time?"

"We can study this matter more later." Holmes put the letter away properly. "What I want to talk about is another matter."

"The thing about Mr. Jed Sundsbury being gay?"

Holmes paused, and looked over probingly, "You know?"

Nora shrugged, "Actually, it's not that hard to find...he didn't cover it up perfectly."

Holmes made an air of listening.

"You mentioned that old scar, but didn't say where it was on the back, but Jed seemed very aware of where it was... the back is not an easy spot to see, I Don't recall Mr Griffin being so close to his teaching assistant as rumored."

"Also... Did you do it on purpose? I mentioned Mrs. Griffin repeatedly, and I noticed his expression...hidden anger, jealousy, unwillingness...not to mention that he seems to be interested in the relationship between Liz and Mr. Griffin The love history is well known and always trying to bend our suspicions to her."

"His attitude is really suspicious... Even if it is impossible, when there is only one answer left, it will be the truth." Nora curled her lips, "He admires Mr. Griffin... In the eyes of others, he seems to be Well hidden, but in front of us, it's not enough to see at all."

After speaking, she looked up, only to find that Holmes was watching her with a meaningful and smiling look.

"Why?" She was wary.

"I just remembered what Sheriff Gleason said about 'the theory of tacit understanding'." Holmes moved his eyes away, but the smile in his eyes slowly spread to the whole face, making his original aloof and profound outline become pale. He softened, and lowered his voice, "Although he looks stupid in investigating cases... But in this regard, he seems to have a lot of experience."

Nora immediately stuttered, "W-Where?"

Holmes raised his eyebrows and stared at him with a half-smile, then stretched out his hand and pulled a strand of her hair that was hanging in front of her face behind her ears, and smiled with satisfaction, "...just like this."

"...!"