[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 11

After dinner, the men went upstairs to prepare, and Jenny cleaned up the kitchen on the first floor, and then packed all the fried food made today in boxes.

After eight o'clock, the doorbell rang, and Jenny waited for a while, and waited for the third ring of the doorbell before opening the door.To her surprise, the person standing outside the door was not the red-faced man Sherlock had described before, but a crooked old woman.

"Good evening, ma'am." The old woman bowed. "I'm here to see Dr. John Watson. I read the advertisement in the newspaper. He found my daughter's wedding ring. . . Is he there?"

"Yes, he's on the second floor, waiting for you." Jenny let her in and directed her to go upstairs.

Half an hour later, the old woman went down the stairs and left.Seconds later, Jenny saw Sherlock rush down the stairs, following the old woman.

Jenny always felt that there was something wrong with the old woman, but maybe it was an illusion caused by too dim lights.

Sherlock came back late that night, so Jenny didn't tell him what she thought was wrong.

Jenny got up early the next morning. She decided to have the last few breads she made yesterday for breakfast, so she got up early and made some fresh cream.In addition to bread there is oatmeal with milk added.Jenny scrambled two eggs for herself and Sherlock, a piece of bacon and some slices of onion, and boiled some beans.

Sherlock also got up early in the morning. He went out for a walk, bought a few newspapers, and read them while eating breakfast.

"Good morning, Holmes, good morning, Mrs. Hudson." John came downstairs.It was rare for him to get up for breakfast, and he seemed to be very concerned about what happened last night.

"Good morning, doctor." Jenny didn't expect John to get up, so she immediately went to make a breakfast for John.

"Look at this, Watson." Sherlock handed the newspaper to John.John scanned it quickly.

"They put all the credit on Lestrade and Grayson." John shouted indignantly.

"It's okay, I don't care about this at all." Sherlock didn't care.

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Jenny went to open the door, and several boys rushed in. They didn't forget to wipe their shoes on the mat at the door when they came in.

"My God, oh, isn't this the boy who helps in the kitchen?" John recognized a boy, the one who helped Jenny wash the vegetables yesterday.

"No, we are the Baker Street Detective Squad, and we are only responsible to Mr. Holmes." The leading boy said dissatisfied.

"Yes, stand at attention." Sherlock said the first half of the sentence to John, and the second half to the boys.The boys immediately stood in a line.

"In the future, you will ask Wiggins to report alone, and the rest will have to wait on the street. Have you found it, Wiggins?" Sherlock asked.

"No, sir," Wiggins replied.

"I guess you haven't found it either. You must continue to search. It's not enough if you don't find it. This is your salary." Sherlock gave half a shilling to each of them, "Okay, go now, when I report next time, I will Waiting for good news from you."

Sherlock waved, and the boys all ran back into the street at once.

Sherlock pushed the plate away and got up and went upstairs.

John soon finished his breakfast and went upstairs.

Jenny was about to go upstairs after washing the dishes when the doorbell rang suddenly. She opened the door, and a man with yellow hair stood at the door.Seeing Jenny open the door, the man hurriedly asked, "Is Holmes at home?"

"Yes, you are..." Jenny felt that this man's temperament was very familiar.

"I'm Inspector Grayson." The visitor showed his ID.

"Yes, he's upstairs." Jenny suddenly realized, she stepped aside and let the inspector go upstairs.

Soon there were voices of conversation upstairs.

While washing the dishes, Jenny thought seriously, should she hire a permanent maid?

Servants are very common in middle-class families. Generally, there will be at least one male servant and one maid. The maid helps the hostess with housework, and the male servant usually goes out with the male master to run errands or something.

Jenny used to live alone, she could do everything by herself, of course she didn't need a maid.But now with two more tenants, things are completely different.

First of all, there are so many things to do in the kitchen every day.Now Jenny hires Mrs. Potter's maid next door to help her with housework for two hours every morning: washing the dishes from the previous dinner, cleaning the toilets on the entire floor, washing vegetables (there is a dedicated laundry lady)... But now Jenny Ni felt that two hours was not enough, and it was impossible for the maid to have more time to help her.

Secondly, Jenny found that her tenants were almost unable to take care of themselves.Dr. Watson can at least make his own tea and coffee, and Holmes' most skilled life skill is probably sitting at the table and slicing bread and ham and then spreading jam or butter.During the black week when Jenny was busy making clothes, luckily someone came to collect the change of clothes and clean up every morning, otherwise Jenny reckoned the two of them would go bankrupt buying shirts.

The third, and most troublesome thing, is that in this detective agency opened by Holmes, someone would ring the doorbell at any time. Jenny couldn't be his doorman all the time. She hated having to come down to open the door every time she couldn't embroider a few stitches.

In summary, Jenny felt that it was necessary for her to find a maid for herself.

It is not easy to find a reliable and qualified servant these days.Whether it is a manservant or a maid, a really good servant requires professional skills.The best servants usually serve a family for generations. Their relationship with their master is like friends and family members. Unless there are unavoidable reasons, such as the decline of the master’s family or the emigration of the whole family, these servants will take the recommendation of the master. Letter to find the next one.

Of course, this kind of servant who is like gold is beyond reach. Jenny would not dream that she would just meet one. The more reliable way is to go to the employment agency to find one.

Action is worse than heartbeat, Jenny changed out of clothes, ready to go to the employment agency to try her luck immediately.

"Oh, my God," Jenny exclaimed, startled when she opened the door and saw a man standing in the doorway.

"Good day, Mrs. Hudson, is Holmes there?" Lestrade raised his hat and asked anxiously.

"Yes, upstairs..." Before Jenny finished speaking, Lestrade couldn't wait to squeeze in and trot upstairs.

Looks like this is a really hard case for the detectives, Jenny thought.

Jenny didn't report the idea that there will be a suitable maid as soon as she looks for it. If she is so lucky, then the author is the real mother (the author is a real mother, please read here~).

Even the employment agency that ran for two blocks didn't have a fancy person, and the people who were waiting to find a host near the agency were either lazy or had bad eyesight.Jenny only left her request and address at the agency, and told them to come to interview if there was a suitable person.

Looking at the sun, it was almost noon, Jenny hurried back, she forgot to make lunch.

In order to hurry, Jenny decided to take a shortcut.

Whitechapel Street.Few people walk on the road during the day near this small street, and its noise only belongs to the night.The shops on both sides are almost all bars, and the street is full of garbage, which feels dirty and chaotic, with some coolies, gangsters and sailors coming and going.

Jenny crossed the street carefully and quickly, secretly vigilant in her heart.In the character fusion part of Jenny Hudson, Shangguan Pearl and Jiuxia Naoko, it seems that the tough and bold Kushita Naoko dominates, otherwise no matter whether it is Jenny Hudson or Shangguan Pearl, it is absolutely Would not set foot in this kind of place like the red light district.

"no no……"

Suddenly Jenny heard a woman's sobbing and a man's obscene voice from the alley next door.Jenny didn't want to be nosy at first, but she heard two loud slaps on the face, and a man swearing, and the woman's voice disappeared immediately.

Jenny stopped, stood on the side of the street for a few minutes, and finally turned and walked towards the alley.

A foul-smelling sailor was throwing a ragged young woman with short hair on a sack of goods by the roadside, unbuttoning himself with grinning yellow teeth.The young woman lay motionless on the sack like a corpse, her face was facing Jenny's direction, her bony face was full of numbness and despair.

With a blank face, Jenny picked up a stick and tapped it hard on the water pipe next to her. The loud noise startled the sailor, but the woman was still lying there in an uncomfortable posture, as if she had nothing to do with it. Hear voices.

"Damn xx..." The sailor turned around and saw Jenny with a salivating face, "Little girl, do you want to have fun too? Hahahaha..."

"If I were you, I would leave here immediately." Jenny slowly lowered her eyes, rolled her hands, and took out a small black pistol from her handbag and pointed it at the sailor.

I don't know whether he was shocked by Jenny's indifferent eyes or her determined actions, the sailor immediately raised his hands forward, "Hey, be careful, chick..."

Jenny shot at the sailor's feet without hesitation, her expression unchanged.Since Jenny needed to live alone, she quickly found a way to get a pistol. Although the range was not far and it could only use four bullets, it was enough for self-protection, not to mention her good marksmanship.

Now the sailor understood that the lady was not trying to frighten him, that she had the courage and the ability to put the next shot in his head.

The sailor spat, backed away slowly, and ran across the alley.

Jenny stepped forward, even though such a thing happened, the woman was still lying on the sack, as if dead.Jenny slapped her decisively, "I won't save you a second time. If you have made up your mind to be a female branch girl, don't act like you are going to die. You have two choices now. One, follow me immediately, and two, continue to lie here and wait for your next guest."

After speaking, Jenny turned and left the alley.

Not far away, Jenny heard stumbling footsteps. The young woman tore off a piece of cloth to cover her head, which looked like it had been bitten by a dog, and finally chose to follow.

Back at the door of the house, Jenny found a carriage parked at the door.kindness?Does anyone want to go out?Before Jenny could get an answer, the door opened, and a man she had never seen before came out first. He was tall and burly with a vicissitudes of life, and walked into the carriage as soon as he came out.The two detectives followed him, Lestrade sat in front of the carriage, and Grayson followed into the carriage.John and Sherlock were last.

"You're back, Mrs. Hudson." John said to Jenny, "We're going to the police station." After speaking, he followed into the carriage.

Sherlock was about to follow into the carriage when Jenny stopped him.Sherlock looked at Jenny suspiciously.

"Where's lunch?" asked Jenny, who had come back on purpose.

"Oh, don't prepare for me and Watson, we may not be able to make it back." Sherlock was about to turn around when Jenny stopped him again.

"Since you have been going for a long time, Mr. Holmes, please give me a minute to see her." Jenny pointed to the shaky young woman behind her.

Sherlock looked at the young woman for some reason, "A poor country girl who was abandoned by a man, in order to find that heartless man, she raised her four or five-year-old child in someone else's house and ran to the city alone. Then I worked in a match factory, got fired a month ago, and now I’m cornered, ready or doing, uh, uh.” Sherlock said doubtfully, “I don’t understand what you want me to see for a woman like that, Hud Mrs. Sen."

"Oh, well, it's probably about his personality. How about that child?" Jenny asked with satisfaction.

"I'm not a god." Sherlock said helplessly, "The child? Hers? The adoptive family used this child to extract her blood and sweat like a vampire, and the child was probably called around like a servant."

"Oh my god, it's too bad." Jenny whispered.

"Holmes, what are you dawdling about?" Lestrade asked, sticking out his head from the driver's seat.

Jenny signaled that she was fine, and Sherlock seemed to understand something. "No, no, Mrs. Hudson, I don't like having noisy children running around the house." He touched the brim of his hat and got into the carriage.

"I think you heard that, come in?" Jenny asked the young woman.