Baker Street Charterers

When Watson walked in, it was close to the afternoon, and the weather outside was a bit gloomy, so the room looked a little dark, which prevented him from seeing all the scenes in the room clearly for a while.

"Hey, guys, the case's got--oh!"

He suddenly stopped, took a few steps back, and covered his eyes with his fingers in shame.After a while, peeking through the cracks of the fingers, the two people who were in close contact on the sofa seemed to have just recovered and left each other's bodies calmly.

"Hi, doctor." Nora greeted him enthusiastically as usual, she didn't seem to notice the other party's gaze lingering on her blush cheeks and slightly swollen lips, and she lazily leaned back on her sofa, Take care of your slightly messy long hair like a kitten.

"Uh... well, good afternoon, Nora." Watson stood in the room a little restrained, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Holmes—if he read it right just now... When he came in, it seemed that ... Nora pressed Holmes under her body, and Holmes did not resist, and even kissed her back very connivingly?

God, he could still recall Nora putting her hands on Holmes' shoulders and making such an intimate gesture in a queenly manner... Oh no, he couldn't think anymore, he refused to recall - for some reason Sudden excitement!

Holmes, one of the parties involved, slowly sat up straight. His hair was a little disheveled, the bow tie he usually wore very neatly was tilted to one side, and there were many folds on his coat.Compared with Nora, the big detective's complexion is quite normal. Except for his shortness of breath and red lips, he looks as elegant and calm as ever.

Watson touched his nose, with a trace of guilt, "That... did I miss something again?"

"Hmm..." Holmes let out a lazy sigh full of satisfaction and refreshment from his throat. He slowly straightened his bow tie without haste, put down his slightly rolled up sleeves, and stroked his neck again. After smoothing the hem of his slightly wrinkled clothes, he crossed his legs, squinted his gray eyes, looked over, and opened his lips, "No, no, the most fascinating plot has just finished playing, what you saw is just a short climax." -The epilogue after the tide, although it can't end perfectly because of your interruption, it doesn't hurt—what are you doing here?"

Watson breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he was going to face another stormy blow after a calm, but it was clear that Mr. Holmes had just been satisfied with something. He was in a very happy mood now, and he had no interest in teasing himself, so Watson did not immediately mention his purpose of coming here, but sat down, poured himself a cup of tea very familiarly, and said in a light tone, "It seems that you have reached the third step. When will you start the next stage?"

Nora tied up her fluffy, rust-colored long, curly hair with a drawstring. Holmes watched with great interest, as if she was interested in this simple and technical process--in fact, Watson discovered that , his gaze stayed on Nora's fair neck and smooth side face exposed behind her hair. Although his gaze was focused but not dirty, it was full of admiration and admiration for a beautiful woman like a man, which Watson had never seen before. Who would Holmes have looked at before with such a soft, almost smiling look.

His good friend is finished - Watson thought, Sherlock Holmes, who has always been prejudiced against women in some respects and once swore that he would never marry a wife, has completely fallen this time.Except for the one glance he gave him when there was a commotion, for the rest of the time Holmes' eyes never moved from Nora's body, attracting, vibrating and singing like a violin and its strings.

He thought that this good friend would be lonely forever because of his extraordinary intelligence and calmness. Fortunately, he met Nora. He is so talented and she is smart. He has all kinds of quirks and she has an unconditional good temper. Tolerant, he is reserved by nature and rarely expresses emotions while she is lively and bright like wildfire in the pastoral... They are a good match, and even luckier, they love each other.

Watson couldn't help showing a relieved smile.

Regarding the question about the next stage... Nora propped her cheeks, squinted her eyes and chuckled, "We are not you and Mary. I fell in love at first sight and decided for life again. I am not in a hurry."

Watson saw Holmes twitch his eyebrows, and the smile on his face became brighter, "Really? Are you sure Sherlock is on the same side as you?"

Nora turned her head and raised her eyebrows, "Xiali?"

"Ladies first." Holmes smiled gracefully, "I always respect ladies' opinions."

Watson couldn't help laughing, "Oh Sherlock, you should look in the mirror, the dissatisfaction in your eyes is almost flying out... And Nora, you are almost 23 years old, if you keep dragging on like this, you won't be able to It's just Xiali's problem."

Nora just smiled and didn't speak, while Holmes coughed and said solemnly, "You came at the right time. I think you came to inquire about the disappearance case... We will have an answer soon."

"Oh?" Watson put down his teacup with great interest, "You mean..."

Holmes looked up at the clock on the wall. "Our guest will be arriving shortly."

Then he turned his head, looked Nora up and down, and finally said with some displeasure, "Manners, Nora... Your skirt is about to fly behind the sofa."

Watson couldn't help laughing anymore, while Nora leisurely dropped her legs from the sofa to the ground, straightened her skirt by the way, and swept the hem of the skirt, which showed her fair calf, under the sofa, covering her entire legs.

"Oh Sherlock." Nora's eyes were full of smiles, she leaned over, put down the wrinkled collar on the back of his head, patted his shoulder lightly, and said softly, "I messed it up, of course I Come clean up."

Holmes lowered his head slightly, and Nora's fair face was close at hand. He could even smell her warm breath, mixed with the seductive aroma unique to women... He paused, then turned his head, and said solemnly, " You should go downstairs, Watson, and there may be a knock at the door now."

"..."

His eyes flicked back and forth between the two, and finally got up helplessly holding back a smile, went downstairs, and just opened the door, he saw a short man who was described as sloppy raising his hand to knock on the door, and he paused , full of astonishment.

Watson was taken aback for a moment, then he came to his senses and said politely, "Are you here to see Holmes? He's upstairs."

The other party looked at him with raised eyebrows for a while, and finally he laughed, "I know you, John Watson, the owner of the small clinic on Euston Road...a friend of detective Sherlock Holmes."

Watson kept smiling, "Yes, I'm Watson, but the person you're looking for is on it... Well, what's your name?"

"Adolf," the other party said lazily, bypassing him and walking up the stairs. I don't know whether he did it on purpose or not. The old wooden stairs were trampled by his feet. Don't need to 'please' me in the same way... huh, as much as I love kids, a bunch of dirty kids are pulling you here three blocks away by the hem of your clothes - I think the Virgin Maria would scream too."

Watson couldn't help laughing, but he still dutifully opened the door and said, "Sherlock, our guest is here."

Before he finished speaking, he immediately poked his head over to take a look—eh, it turned out to be quite normal, Nora was sitting on the side with a decent posture, while Holmes was holding a newspaper of today with his head bowed as if he was reading it, the two of them looked unexpectedly It was very harmonious and leisurely, with elegant postures, without seeing the ambiguous atmosphere that turned the air into pink just now.

Watson, "..." Oh, these hateful couples, he thought he would see a good show when he came in.

Nora was the first to raise her head. Her gaze paused meaningfully on Adolf for a while, then she stood up and nodded to him, "Hi, good afternoon, Mr. Adolf."

The short man who was lazily leaning against the wall was stunned for a while, then he shrank his neck vigilantly, and looked at her suspiciously, "... Hey, beautiful lady, you are suddenly so polite and forbearing to me, I am very surprised I'm not used to it... Well, let me tell you first, I don't like your style, I prefer weaker beauties."

Nora is wearing a newly bought light blue dress today, still inheriting her usual simple style, except for the embroidered silver lace around the collar and a small blooming rose pattern at the waist, nothing else Neither was the frills.Her curly red hair was tied up, revealing her full white forehead and slender neck. If she didn't speak, under the faint light, she would be as demure and elegant as the pearl girl in the painting.

It’s no wonder why Adolf’s eyes rolled around her while emphasizing his preferences. Five years later, Nora Sharp had completely shed the emaciated and malnourished youthful appearance she had when we first met. She bloomed like a reborn , her lips were plump like flowers, her emerald green eyes sparkled, and her smile flowed like blue waves.

Watson saw Holmes' gaze drifting away unconsciously, then raised his chin imperceptibly, and calmly withdrew his gaze.

The doctor lowered his head and smiled secretly, and then he heard Holmes' calm and deep voice as always, "Nora Sharp is not a weak and ignorant lady, she has always been unkind to people with bad intentions, you would not want to see that Adorable look for a lady when she's having a blast."

Adolf laughed, winked his eyes at Nora, and sighed in an exaggerated tone, "Oh, the famous Sherlock Holmes, the legendary genius detective, the critic who always speaks straight and straight...Look, he You're actually jealous."

Nora bent the corners of her lips and didn't say much, but just motioned him to sit down, "Mr. Adolf, I think you should be very clear about the purpose of our inviting you here."

Adolf sat leisurely on the sofa, poured himself a cup of hot tea again, and said slowly while sipping the black tea, "Oh yeah, I can't guess it, why don't you tell me?"

"Since you know it in your heart, why do you have to keep it a secret?" Nora smiled, but her eyes suddenly became sharp, "Mr. Adolf, you once told us that you are an appraiser, such a distinguished appraisal expert, are you sure? Like that fake £[-] candlestick that Sherlock sent you?"

Adolf paused his hand, he looked over, first puzzled, then slowly realized, some dissatisfaction and accusation, "I'll just say...why the pawn boss doesn't accept it, it turns out—"

He suddenly stopped, his eyeballs rolled away, and he fell silent with a guilty conscience.

"Oh..." Nora dragged his voice, "Pawn——Sherlock, I remember that Mr. Appraiser seemed to promise that he would watch it for a few days and touch it at most?"

"That's right," Holmes nodded seriously and narrowed his eyes. "It seems that your identification level is not very good, Adolf."

The short man clutched the hem of his clothes and looked around, as if he didn't hear what they said.

"Well, we won't go around in circles anymore." Nora shrugged, "Actually, when we were investigating the case yesterday, we passed the Covent Garden Theater - by the way, Gleeson's old friend was one of them." An actor of minor fame. Our enthusiastic Gleason friend invited us into a wonderful literary and artistic conversation, but it wasn't here that we were really interested... Guess what we found interesting secret?"

Adolf's whole body visibly froze, the cynical grin on his face slowly disappeared, he stared at her without speaking.

Nora still had a decent smile on her face, "He talked about a man, a talented actor who had been in the theater for no less than five years, participated in various performances big and small, hardworking and funny, theater Everybody loves him here, and, coincidentally, his name is also Adolph—Adolph Albert Barker."

Nora tilted her head with a curious look on her face, "What's more interesting is that when that friend described Mr. Barker's appearance to us with enthusiasm and nostalgia, I was surprised to find... I seem to have seen him somewhere , help me think about it, where exactly is it?"

Adolf grinned suddenly, with a face full of indifference, "Really? That's a coincidence, miss, there are too many people with this name in the world, if I'm really that gentleman, a talented, hardworking and funny actor? ——Oh No, how could I be reduced to begging for a living, you praise me too much."

"That friend of Gleason also said," Nora seemed not to have heard him, and spoke softly with her chin propped up, "It is said that the owner of the theater was very kind to him. As a qualified actor, he took care of Buck like his father, until one day Adolf Buck suddenly disappeared for no reason, and no one has seen him since then... I wonder where Mr. Buck went until the theater When the boss passed away, he never saw his beloved apprentice again."

As soon as she finished speaking, she keenly noticed that Adolf's jaw clenched, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he remained calm, as if nothing had happened, and there was no reaction to it.

Nora touched her nose, her voice became softer and softer, "Did you know that mysterious Mr. Adolf Baker, the most famous play before that was the famous biblical story "The Last Supper", what a coincidence , in this famous work of his, he played not Simon Peter, James the Younger, or Matthew, but a notorious traitor, Judas... He is indeed a very good actor, he portrays The character is almost exactly the same as the prototype!"

Adolf suddenly smiled, his eyes were deep and dark, "Really, I have never watched a drama, I am very interested in what you say, and I will definitely go and see it when I have a chance in the future."

Nora shrugged, then looked at Holmes.The other party smiled slightly, his gray eyes revealed a certain sense of certainty, and he answered without haste, "Perhaps, Mr. Adolf. The disciple of Judas, played by that respectable actor, died because of thirty silver coins." He betrayed Jesus to the enemy, and Jesus gave him many opportunities to repent, but he was so stubborn that he refused to turn back and became a slave to greed and sin... Do you know what his final fate will be?"

Adolf curled his lips, "Who would not know, sir, traitors will naturally not end well."

"See, a wanderer knows this." Holmes clasped his hands and smiled. "Then I would like to ask you, who have you hired to come here to mislead us astray?"

"Sebastian Moran, the glamorous and ruthless Miss Marianne, or...Mr. James Moriarty?"

Adolf seemed to be about to speak, but Nora interrupted him with a smile, "Don't be too quick to deny... We didn't come back empty-handed, and the enthusiastic friend of Gleason gave us a long time ago before leaving." The pictorial, there are portraits of everyone who played the role in the play at that time, would you like to see it?"

He fell silent suddenly.