Baker Street Charterers

After working with Sherlock Holmes for more than five years, this is the first time that Nora is in such a state of embarrassment—with her hands bound behind her, she is sitting with the big detective in a poor and simple orphanage, facing the gorgeous and glamorous silk and satin body. Public Enemy of Women, uses life to explain what a goddess is and what is *si.

Her lover, on the other hand, looked calm, and was still tied gracefully beside her, except for his slightly disheveled hair and a little wrinkled coat, he looked like a gentleman visiting.

"Aren't you a little nervous?" Wearing white gloves, Miss Marianne, who was so charming and charming compared to them, held the cheap, showing a childlike curiosity.

I have to say that even though she is a dangerous character, most people will feel pity for this Greek beauty just from the appearance. Beauty has always been a sharp weapon for killing without blood. This feature is brought to the extreme.Even at this moment, which could be called life-threatening, she couldn't help but stare at that dazzling face, full of admiration.

Why does such a beautiful lady have to work for someone like Moriarty?

Nora shook her head, "Nervous, of course we are nervous... But I'm also curious, I thought that Mr. M was interested in Sherlock?"

Marianne sighed and curled her lips in regret, "Indeed, sir often said that Sherlock Holmes is rarely as smart as him... It's a pity that this Mr. Detective really doesn't know good from bad, and doesn't get involved with us. And I don’t want to stand by and watch, or even obstruct my husband... this is intolerable.”

"The gentleman you speak of, Professor James Moriarty, is not a savior who has the world at his fingertips." Facing the three burly men, Holmes remained calm and even spoke lightly, "Ma'am, how old are you?" Gentle, beautiful and capable, why do you want to premeditate a crime for him and let your hands be stained with blood?"

Marianne showed disdain, her eyes covered with peacock green eye shadow narrowed, and she let out a slight snort, "What do you know, Mr. is different from a person like you who claims to be extraordinary but has a ridiculous and unyielding heart?" , even if you find out his name, he will kill you as easily as crushing an ant."

Nora was silent, she lowered her eyes, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

Holmes snorted, seeming to find it amused, "You're not convincing in threatening me like this, Miss Marianne. Although it's been less than a year since the last time Mr. Moriarty 'invited' me to take a tour of the Royal Botanic Gardens." In half a month, we only talked for a short hour... I also have to admit that he is indeed a very talented person, with a rare wisdom and prudence in his life, which is very commensurate with his ambition."

Marianne showed a smug smile, but before the smile fully bloomed, it froze on her face again——

For she heard Holmes continue unhurriedly, "Unfortunately, his men are not at all possessed of the same quality of discretion which he would have hoped for."

Marianne stared at him suspiciously for a few seconds, and then sneered, "I'm not that muscular butcher of Moran, you see, I brought you here with no effort, and cast myself in a trap, didn't I?" ?”

"This move is really clever." Holmes nodded. If his hands were not tied, he would have made the habitual movement of touching his chin at this time, but now he can only move his arms uncomfortably, and finally sighed , "If I were you, I would definitely not leave any clues worth pursuing."

Marianne narrowed her eyes, as if waiting for his next words.

No one expected that Nora, who had been quiet for a long time, would suddenly explode—she broke free from the rope binding her hands at some point, grabbed the rope and threw it at the face of the nearest big man!

The other party seemed to be unexpected, covered his face in a hurry and took a few steps back, Nora immediately took advantage of the fire and kicked him in the other's abdomen, the big man let out a scream, hugged his stomach and sat down on the ground, crying nonstop.Seeing this, the other two big men immediately stepped forward and tried to subdue her together. Unexpectedly, Holmes also broke away from the rope, lifted the bench very ungraciously and threw it over——

Marian was attacked by surprise. Although she was wearing a complicated dress and a top hat that obstructed her sight, her movements were unexpectedly nimble and agile—she immediately took a few steps back and pushed away the girl who had lost a lot of strength with one hand. The wooden stool suddenly raised his eyebrows with extreme anger.Seeing Nora strode forward fiercely to avoid the big man's waving hands, bent over and elbowed him neatly on the ribs, the opponent immediately fell to the ground, while Holmes beside him perfectly cooperated to block the other one. The attack came from behind, and the palm of his hand slashed at the side of his neck——

"Don't move." Marianne's voice was calm, ghastly, and full of murderous intent, "Don't force me to shoot right now."

They paused, turned around, and looked at the black muzzle of the gun in Marianne's hand.

The beauty's pistols were all very delicate and small silver-gray, and they seemed to be specially made, but no one would doubt their lethality—Holmes and Nora immediately raised their hands and said in unison, "I surrender!"

Marianne looked over with gloomy eyes, her hands were steady, she held the gun unwaveringly, and said coldly, "You guys are very good at it, it's unexpected... It's a pity that my bullets will be faster, do you want to try it, ma'am gentlemen?"

"No." Holmes and Nora answered together again loudly.

"Jack," Marianne calmly ordered the first big man who got up from the ground with an angry face, pointed the gun firmly at them, "tie them up... remember to tie them up tight this time. "

Her murderous tone made the big man pick up the rope on the ground in a hurry, and said submissively, "Yes... yes, miss."

This exotic beauty with a beautiful face and a charming figure from Greece is not those weak and charming ladies in the London aristocratic circle. This woman has really come all the way from the bloody storm. She is loyal to that gentleman and rarely Show mercy to the task subject, the blood on her hands is more colorful than her favorite makeup, she is more moody and terrifying than Colonel Moran, a real femme fatale.

The subordinates who had seen Marian's tricks did not dare to neglect even if their bodies were in severe pain. They walked towards Nora while holding the rope tightly.

Nora innocently raised her hand in surrender, her eyes flicked over Marianne's expressionless face, and she suddenly said, "You killed Cheryl Bell, not Moran?"

Marianne smiled contemptuously, "I have killed more people than you have solved, little girl, don't try to play tricks with me, although sir prefers living people, but I don't mind breaking your arms and legs first to let you You settle down, I don't think my husband will blame me."

Nora could only sigh, "Beauties are ruthless."

"Mr. Holmes," Marianne showed him a bright and gorgeous smile, "I know you are very skilled, if I didn't have this cute little baby." She shook the small silver pistol in her hand, "Probably I also have no chance of winning in close combat...Therefore, after careful consideration, I have to ask you to separate from this little girl—please sit on the chair behind—York, bring me another string.”

"Oh," said Holmes with a wink, "this is a rather wonderful treat."

"Don't play any tricks this time." Marianne's smile remained unchanged, her tone was as soft as dewdrops, "I am the most impatient person, next time, I will aim at the slender and slender hand of your beloved lady .”

Holmes sighed, as if resigned.Just as Marianne had a satisfied smile on her face, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps. She didn't turn her head, and stood there very calmly. Said, "Miss! Miss—there are police coming this way!"

Marianne froze for a moment, her cold eyes suddenly turned to Holmes, who smiled innocently at her.

"This hand is beautiful, no wonder you want to remind me to be cautious, Mr. Holmes." Marianne moved her finger, she seemed to want to pull the trigger very much, but she still held back in the end, her tone was It became softer, as if whispering to the lover, "Next time I won't be so lucky... I will continue to watch you."

"Miss!" the little man urged, "We should go!"

Marianne stared at them and backed away slowly, all the way to the depths of the corridor. She didn't put down her gun until the end. The black muzzle was pointed at them from beginning to end. Nora believed that if conditions allowed, she was actually I am very happy to solve the two of them personally.

Marianne and her followers completely disappeared behind the shadows, and Nora and Holmes didn't chase after them. Instead, the trembling little girl next to her suddenly spoke.

"You... why didn't you catch her?" Delia said bravely, hugging Aiden, "she's a bad person...she brought a lot of children and sold them from here...why didn't you catch her Live her and get those children back?"

"Because we weren't sure about catching her." Nora explained softly, her eyes softened unconsciously, "That woman... is more terrifying than you imagined, and what she did was far more sinful and darker than child abduction."

"But, maybe you won't be able to catch her next time." Delia bit her lips timidly, "She won't come back here."

"Of course she won't return to this abandoned nest." Holmes thought deeply. "But we don't need to go to great lengths to find someone. Just wait, and trouble will come to us."

Nora sighed. "Now we've got a terribly dangerous man in trouble."

"It's not all fruitless," Holmes suddenly smiled, with meaningful determination in that smile, "at least, we now know very well... that resourceful and thoughtful Professor Moriarty, not all of his subordinates are worthy of him. What about the other party?"

While Nora was thinking, Lestrade had already run in with several police detectives armed with guns. Seeing Holmes and Nora were stunned, he asked with a serious face, "A homeless man came to the police station to make a report. Said that I know you and need our help...I know you always like to deal with them, but...where are our suspects, where are they?"

"Run away." Nora shrugged, pointing to the dimly lit corridor, "Go from there."

Lestrade immediately ordered his men to search, while he listened carefully to Holmes' statement on the case. Someone handed him a small red leather notebook on the way, and Holmes immediately moved forward with interest. Lestrade Although he was reluctant, he still handed the book to him—for no other reason, he couldn't understand what was written on it.

Holmes flipped through the pages. There were several pages of text neatly recorded on it. The handwriting pierced through the back of the paper. Holmes raised his eyebrows, "Greek?"

He took a closer look, and immediately corrected what he said before, "Interesting... meaningless Greek letters randomly arranged, pieced together into a few short words... Does Miss Marian like Deciphering codes to pass the time?"

"Could it be a list?" Leslie's eyes lit up when he thought of this possibility, and he immediately ordered his staff to invite a professor who was proficient in Greek to come over.Soon a bald old man in his fifties came in, took a magnifying glass to study for a long time, wrote and drew on the paper for a while, then picked up the paper and handed it to Lestrade with a confused face, " Here's what I translated... You see, Sheriff, it's just a jumble of letters that don't make a whole word."

Nora looked at the letters arranged in sequence on the paper, the English translations from the Greek letters—s, e, m, l, o, h, o, l, l, e, h.

Indeed, as the translator said, I don't know what it means at all.

"Mystery?" muttered Holmes.

Nora recalled Marianne's indifferent and ostentatious smile, and suddenly thought of something, "Marian is a traditional Greek woman, she has such an appearance and bearing, she probably is not of ordinary background... I remember the Greek nobles used it at the beginning. Are all the characters written from right to left?"

"That's right!" Holmes suddenly shouted, and immediately grabbed the translator's pen with a full face of excitement and quickly re-translated the string of letters on the paper——

"h, e, l, l, o..." Nora read each word one by one, but the faint smile disappeared at the end, and she saw two words made up of extremely clear letters on the paper——

s.

"Damn it!" Lestrade hammered the table violently, "You have been teased!"

"No surprise." Holmes didn't have any other emotions. He just touched his chin with some regret and said slowly, "It seems that this disappearance case... is much more interesting than I imagined."

"Those children!" Lestrade frowned, "We have no clues until now!"

"That's not necessarily true." Holmes pondered for a moment, then suddenly revealed a mysterious smile, "We have a very important eyewitness... and so far, I'm sure he knows far more than we do. Much more."

"Who?" Lestrade was impatient. "Where can we find him?"

"A mysterious man who calls himself Adolf." Holmes' smile deepened. "Sheriff, do you have any valuable antique ornaments? We will definitely need them."

"what?!"