[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter [-]

After the last case, Sherlock lost interest in ordinary cases, and he would rather take a break for a while before finding a case he likes.However, he was not idle, and he began to write several papers that he had long wanted to write, such as: "Identification of Various Tobacco", "Footprint Exploration" and "The Influence of Occupational Handshape" and so on.

Moriarty seemed never to have appeared in life.

Jenny was busy working on her wedding dress, the living room on the third floor was occupied by fabrics and lace, and Sherlock had to go to the second floor for activities every day as soon as he got up.Jenny's social interaction has also become less, but she knows that there have been some rumors in the past month or two, to the effect that her young widow landlord should not only have one as strong as Sherlock, not even a manservant. She should find another tenant, or simply find a man to marry, that would be appropriate.

Jenny thought, hehe, these people are really full. In fact, there are many people who are not married, but it is not easy for widows to remarry, so Jenny said that those people are nosy.

Since John got married, his time on Baker Street gradually decreased, and he only came here a dozen times in four or five months.It's not that there is a problem with his friendship with Sherlock, it's just... a married man will always be immersed in the happy life after marriage. Although he doesn't come many times, he has to show off in front of Sherlock every time With the family fun that comes from being the head of the family, Sherlock felt that he was already cultivated by not beating him up.

Sherlock: Nima, knowing that I can't disclose the fact that I'm married is still so embarrassing in front of me!

After the spring, Sherlock began to take an interest in some of the mysteries of the police station again. He was away all day, and Jenny was almost worried.

Viscount Bruce Willie started going in and out of 221b Baker Street again. He came to visit Sherlock frequently, and stopped by Jenny to inquire about the progress of the wedding dress.Oh yes, the owner of the wedding dress that Jenny took over was none other than Bruce Willie's future bride.

... This playful young man is finally getting married. Although it is a combination of interests, Lord Viscount is not dissatisfied. I don't know how many young women secretly prepared to meet the bride.

Jenny didn't know what case Viscount Bruce Willie gave Sherlock, but when Sherlock returned from Holland, he was silent for a long time: some satisfied, some bored, some dissatisfied, some melancholy and boring.

Jenny was not sure how to unlock Sherlock, but at this moment, John rang the doorbell of 221b.

"Doctor Watson! It's been a long time since I saw you. You look good, um... fat." Jenny opened the door and said in surprise.

"Uh, yes, Mrs. Hudson. Is Holmes upstairs?" John had actually seen Sherlock from the projection on the window just now.

"Yes. You go up, I'll bring you tea later."

"Excellent, Mrs. Hudson. If I have one regret of moving away from Baker Street, it is probably your craft."

"You are becoming more and more talkative, Dr. Watson."

John went up to the second floor, looked around, and found that it hadn't changed much from when he was there a few months ago.Sherlock didn't give John a warm welcome, but John knew he was glad to see him.

"Sit down." Sherlock pointed to an armchair for John to sit down, then threw the cigar case over.When John took out a cigar to smoke, Sherlock stood up and walked to the fireplace, and took a look at John.

"You have gained seven and a half pounds since the last time we met, Watson, and it seems that the happy married life you always boast about is not exaggerated," said Sherlock.

"What? No, only seven pounds." John replied with a serious face.

"Really! I think it's more than seven pounds... Well, Watson, I think it's a little more than seven pounds." Sherlock felt that he was getting bigger and bigger. He clicked his tongue twice and said, "Watson Watson, I have to say one thing about you, you actually found a clumsy and careless maid for your family, oh, you have been exposed to the rain recently, is your old arm injury all right?"

"My dear Holmes, you are really amazing, how do you know?" John was still amazed at Sherlock's ability even though he had seen it many times, "Yes, I walked to the countryside on Thursday, Came home in a mess in the rain. But I've changed my clothes, I can't imagine how you figured that out. And the maid, she's just hopelessly stupid, but Merry sent her away . . . Oh, Holmes, I cannot imagine how you deduce it."

John gestured that he was ready to hear Sherlock's brilliant reasoning.

Sherlock rubbed his fingers, gave a "sigh" smile, and said, "If I say it, you will probably think it's really simple. In fact, it's really very simple. I can see it with just my eyes."

He made a gesture not to speak, but John still seemed to be listening.So Sherlock said: "On the inside of your left shoe, where the fire just hits, there are six almost parallel cracks on the surface. Obviously, these cracks were caused by someone trying to remove the stain on the shoe. Mud bumps on the heel, caused by carelessly scraping mud along the heel. You see, I've come to the double inference that you've been out in bad weather, and that the boots you're wearing have The particularly unsightly cracks were made by young and inexperienced maids in London."

"Oh, that's so easy..." John blurted out, and then he stiffened, and Sherlock looked at him with a "Look, I'll just say it" expression.

John covered his face, but he looked up quickly to Sherlock and said, "I'm always baffled at every instance of the next step in your reasoning until you explain it... it's not that hard , I still feel that my eyesight is no worse than yours."

"Indeed," said Sherlock good-naturedly, lighting a cigar as well, and saying, "You're looking rather than observing. The difference between the two is clear. For example, you often See the steps from the hall below to this room?"

"Often."

"How many times?"

"Well, I don't know, but at least it has been done hundreds of times."

"Well, tell me how many steps there are?"

"How many steps? I don't know."

"That's right, because you didn't look, you just looked, and that's exactly the point I'm trying to make. You see, I know there are seventeen steps, because I not only looked but I observed. By the way, because You are interested in these small problems, and because you are good at recording one or two small experiences of mine, you may be interested in this thing." Sherlock handed a piece of rice red thick note paper to John, "It's from the nearest postman," he said, "you can read it."

"What are you reading?" Jenny knocked on the door and came in. She held tea and snacks in her hand and put them where the men could easily get them.

"It's a note." John waved the note in his hand.

"Oh, I think that's a new case, right? I won't bother you anymore. If you need to, you can call Fantine. She's downstairs, okay?" Jenny was actually very happy that John could come, and now Sherlock looks much better.

"Okay ma'am." John nodded.

Sherlock waited silently until Jenny left the room, and then urged John: "Read it quickly."

"Okay, don't worry." John said as he took a sip from his teacup, and then read: "A gentleman will be visiting at [-]:[-] tonight, and I have something very important to discuss with you. Your recent service to a European royal family has shown that you can be trusted to entrust you with unspeakable events. This kind of report has been broadcast all over the world, and we know it well. Please do not go out at that time. If visitors wear masks, please do not mind it is a blessing .” (Note: This paragraph partially quotes the original text)

"What is this?" John struggled to finish reading the note, feeling his tongue was about to get tied up. He looked back and forth, but there was no sign, signature or address on the note.

"What a mystery, Holmes. What do you think this means?" John asked Sherlock.

Sherlock took a puff of the cigar comfortably, then puffed out the smoke again, "It's wrong to speculate before knowing the facts, you can try to see what you can deduce from this note."

"Well...well." John began to examine the note. "The person who wrote this note must be very rich. I guess this kind of paper can't be bought for half a crown. The paper is very strong and crisp." He imitated Sherlock, touching the note and saying.

"Not only that," Sherlock prompted, "note the word 'special'. Also, this is not an English paper at all. You can hold it up to the light."

John did, and he saw a large "e" intertwined with a small "g," a "p," and a "g" intertwined with a small "t" in the paper texture. "It's the maker's name," said John, "and he made it into a sign."

"Not exactly. The 'g' and the 't' stand for"' that is the German word for 'company'.Like the idiomatic acronym 'co.'.Of course, 'p' stands for 'papier'. "

Sherlock walked quickly to the desk and took out a "Continental Geographical Names Dictionary", flipped through it and said, "Let's look for words related to 'eg', this should be a place name. Aha." He flicked it with his fingers I checked the dictionary, my eyes sparkled, "egria. That's in a German-speaking country—that is, in Bohemia, not far from Carlsbad."

"So this paper is made in Bohemia," John continued Sherlock.

"Exactly. It is a German who wrote this note. 'This kind of narration is broadcast everywhere, and we know it very well' has a very special structure. Only Germans use verbs in this way. So what remains to be ascertained now is What on earth is this German who writes on bohemian paper and prefers to wear a mask to hide his true face? He's coming, if I'm not mistaken."

Sherlock said, cut off the cigar in his hand, and put the rest on the fireplace.At this time, there was a clear sound of horseshoes outside and the rattling sound of carriage wheels rubbing against the curb stones on the roadside, and then someone yanked the doorbell violently.

Sherlock walked quickly and lightly to the window and glanced out, "Two horses, not bad. A lovely little carriage and a pair of handsome horses, worth 150 guineas each. Watson, if there is nothing else , there is plenty of money in this case."

John didn't answer, he was busy packing his cigars.Then he said: "I think I must go, Holmes. You have a visitor."

"Oh, no, no, no, Watson." Sherlock rushed to the door again, listening to the movement downstairs, and said to John, "Just stay here, Watson. This case looks very interesting, miss it." It would be such a pity.”

"But your client..."

"Leave him alone. I might need your help, and he might as well... He's coming up, just sit there and watch."

Sherlock sprinted back to the fireplace again, as if he had never left.