[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 26

After five days that felt like years, the new year finally came, and today even Sherlock had to leave his experiment and come downstairs for dinner.Jenny, who has watched five ballets with Sherlock's tickets, has new entertainment tonight-there will be New Year's fireworks in front of Big Ben tonight, and Jenny is going to go with everyone.

"I won't go." Sherlock refused.

"What? But, today is the New Year?" John felt that Sherlock was too out of place.

"My experiment is at a critical juncture, and you don't want an explosion, do you?" Sherlock comfortably poured a glass of after-dinner wine and sipped slowly.

"Oh, forget it, Dr. Watson, since Mr. Holmes insists on not going, let's bring him some New Year's gifts when we come back." Jenny didn't want to go out with Sherlock at all... Think about the result of going out together last time Bar.

Sherlock was inexplicably upset when he heard Jenny's words.

Seeing from the window on the second floor that everyone got into the carriage, Sherlock felt his discomfort worsened.He carried out the experiment a few steps, put the timer on the table, and sat in front of the fireplace to smoke a cigarette.

The room was empty, except for the "crackling" of the fire in the fireplace, there was no sound at all elsewhere.Usually, Sherlock didn't expect that he would be so unaccustomed to this kind of quietness. Obviously, before moving to 221b, he had been living in this kind of quietness.

After sitting for a while, Sherlock looked at the time. He thought it had been a long time, but in fact it wasn't long. He got up and went downstairs, ready to pour himself a glass of wine and bring some hot water up.He opened the door with a candlestick, but kicked something. When he looked down, it turned out to be a box.

It feels like a box for clothes, with a note on it.Sherlock picked up the box, and the note simply said: "To Mr. Holmes." Sherlock smiled, and he recognized whose handwriting it was.Not going downstairs anymore, Sherlock went straight back to the room and opened the box.

Inside are two shirts.

Sherlock suddenly thought of something, and his face turned black. He took out the shirt without trying it on, and he knew that the two clothes must fit perfectly.

It was after twelve o'clock that John Jenney, Fantine, and Cosette came back.Cosette had already fallen asleep, and they said goodbye downstairs quickly. John walked up to the second floor lightly, opened the door and entered.

"There's no curfew tonight." A voice suddenly sounded, startling John. He looked towards the fireplace and saw that Sherlock hadn't slept either, but was sitting on the chair in front of the fireplace with his feet on the step stool. Come on, with a pipe in his mouth, but the pipe has long since been put out.

The experiment has also ended, the instruments have all quieted down, and the alcohol lamp has been extinguished.

"Oh, Holmes, you startled me. I thought you were asleep." John lit a candle.

"It's too loud outside, I can't sleep." Sherlock took down his pipe and cracked the ashes on the floor, then he stood up and gave a big stretch. "Ah, it seems that the fireworks are over, and I can sleep well. Good night, Watson."

"Good night, Holmes."

After that, Sherlock's experiments seemed to intensify, until everyone could hardly bear it, and Fantine finally brought Sherlock a guest.

"Mr. Holmes, a lady is looking for you." Fantine stood at the door on the second floor, followed by a crying old woman.

"Let her in." Sherlock said loudly while carefully mixing the liquids in the two test tubes in his hand into an Erlenmeyer flask.When the mixture began to emit purple smoke, he quickly plugged a rubber tube and let the smoke flow from the tube into another large test tube.

After finishing all this, Sherlock picked up the towel that was put aside to wipe his hands, and then turned to look at his guests.

The guest had been sobbing since he entered the door, which made Sherlock very impatient.He already got a lot of information with just a few glances.

Judging from her clothes, she should live in the slums of the East End.Life has not been cornered, is it because there is a son with means?He is not very tall, so if he is not a thug, is he cheating or cheating?As the saying goes, if you walk too much at night, you will encounter ghosts, and apparently he encountered one.Been missing for at least five days.

After the analysis, the old woman hadn't finished crying yet.Sherlock felt he had run out of patience.

"With your permission, ma'am." Sherlock stood up and said sternly, "could you give the seat to my other guests instead of crying about it?"

The old woman seemed taken aback by Sherlock, but at least she realized where she was.She took out a cloth, woke up her nose vigorously (Sherlock found it almost unbearable), wiped her eyes with the corner of her clothes, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Excuse me, sir, I am so sorry, I Little Jack, he, he's gone, he hasn't come home for seven days, which has never happened before. He just said to collect the money, but he never came back."

Seeing that the old woman was about to start crying again, Sherlock interrupted her, "Then let's start from the beginning. When did he leave the house, what clothes did he wear? You said he was going to collect money? From whom? Why? ?”

Confused by Sherlock's string of questions, the old woman shook her head, trying to clear herself up.After that, under Sherlock's patience, the old woman finally made the truth clear.

Turns out she had a son named Jack, and like the rest of the freebies, he gambled for a living.But he still has a bit of a brain, and he bribes the croupier with a little money every time, so that he can win a little money.Firstly, he is not stingy, and secondly, he only wins a little every time, so the croupiers who receive the money often turn a blind eye.Sometimes he also lends money to others and earns a small interest on it.

This time Jack went to collect the bill, but his mother didn't know who he lent the money to, only that he lent it in the underground boxing ring.

Sherlock felt that this case was a bit boring. Presumably this Jack went to some casino after getting the money, but he was also a little tired of the experiment, and he could do some activities by the way, so he accepted the case.

Dressed up as a porter, Sherlock felt that something was a little strange after running several casinos that Jack frequented and getting the news that "he hasn't shown up for many days".After inquiring about several people who owed Jack money, Sherlock determined that the last person who saw Jack was Danny, who was guarding the lighthouse on the Thames.

After investigating here, Sherlock decided to go back first, and then went to find that Danny with John the next day.

John came home from get off work and found that Sherlock had gone out rarely, but left him a mess in the room.

"Mrs. Hudson, do you know where Holmes has gone?" John asked loudly at the foot of the stairs.

"I don't know." Jenny wiped her hands and walked to the stairs, "He's been out for a long time, but a client came to him before, probably because of a case."

"What? He didn't wait for me." John felt very disappointed.

"Oh, Dr. Watson, you were still in the hospital at that time." Jenny comforted him.

Just as he was talking, someone outside knocked on the door with a "dong dong dong".Jenny walked over and opened the door.

"Hello, ma'am." A man in a patched jacket, a dirty scarf, and leggings raised his hat.With his stooped back and thick knuckles, he had red hair and a scraggly beard, and he looked very rude.His voice was so loud that John walked down involuntarily.

"What's the matter?" Jenny asked.

"Who are you looking for?" John stood behind Jenny protectively.

"I'm looking for a Mr. Holmes." The man's eyes were very fierce, which made John a little worried.

But Jenny didn't seem to be worried about the identity of the other party at all. She stepped aside and said, "Please come in." This invitation made John nervous, but he didn't show it.

The man walked in slowly, as if he was not used to this middle-class environment. He walked with his legs spread apart, as if he was carrying goods on the dock.

Jenny, closing the door behind the man, burst into loud laughter.John looked at her inexplicably, completely confused about what she was laughing at.

John: "Mrs. Hudson?"

Jenny suppressed a smile and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Dr. Watson, I just think Mr. Holmes's style is too sharp."

John turned his head in surprise: "What? Holmes?" John found that the stiff but menacing man had straightened up, showing his familiar eyes—now he looked more like him.

"Oh, Watson, Watson, I didn't expect that the one who recognized me first was not you in the same room as me, but... Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock hung his hat on the railing of the stairs and took it off again. Under the scarf, also hung on the armrest.He looked utterly queer now.

"The case!" Watson shouted excitedly, "What did you find out in your investigation?"

"It's nothing interesting, and it's not an interesting case." Sherlock took the hat, scarf and coat for makeup, and said as they walked upstairs with John: "But Watson, I hope you can go with me tomorrow place, are you free?"

John: "When?"

Sherlock: "Well, tomorrow morning."

John: "Okay, of course, there are not many patients tomorrow, I just go there in the morning."

Sherlock: "Very well, Watson, very well."

During dinner, Sherlock asked a question, which he once asked Jenny: "Mrs. Hudson, how did you find out it was me? I think I dressed very cleverly."

Jenny smiled and replied: "Mr. Holmes, you can think that this is a woman's intuition. You see, women are always stronger than men in some ways."

Sherlock: "..." Judging from my male intuition, you must have lied to me.

The next day, Sherlock and John went to the clinic first, and there were not many people who came to see the doctor, probably because it was just after the New Year, but there was still a patient waiting, and he had made an appointment in advance.

It was past ten o'clock after seeing the patient, and John felt sorry for making Sherlock wait so long, but Sherlock said it was nothing.

After confirming that there were no patients today, John and Sherlock went to the lighthouse where Danny worked and lived. If there was time, they could go back for lunch.However, there, they met an unexpected person.

"Why are you here? I don't remember anyone inviting you?" Sergeant Grayson looked at the two arrogantly and asked.

"Don't worry, Grayson, I didn't come here at the invitation of the police, nor did I come because of the murdered lampkeeper named Danny in the house." Sherlock turned sideways and quickly looked around.

"Why..." Grayson turned his head and realized that he couldn't actually see the inside from here. He turned his head and looked at Sherlock vigilantly, "We don't need the participation of non-professionals." His words made John feel Very angry.

"Really, Gregson?" Sherlock glanced at Gregson, who felt like a rabbit being watched by a falcon. "I thought you'd figured out how unwise it would be to confront me, Grayson. Of course you can think you got the job on your own, but I really appreciate Scotland Yard's integrity." I'm glad that she is a fair, just and intelligent sheriff." Sherlock turned on the poisonous tongue mode, "I also regret that you don't need me in the future."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock turned and prepared to leave without hesitation.It occurred to him that Mrs. Hudson had a point in saying she didn't like Grayson, though he didn't think Lestrade would be any better.

"No, wait." Hearing such an obvious threat, Grayson panicked for a moment.He has always looked down on some unofficial people, thinking that they are just like flies, destroying the scene everywhere, stealing the people's attention, and making Scotland look ugly... But Holmes is definitely not among them.Grayson's little sanity reminded him of how he had been promoted.

"Okay, but you only have 10 minutes." Gregson stepped aside.

A mocking smile flashed across Sherlock's face, with his back turned to Grayson, before he turned quickly and walked into the room.

"Wait, who are you?" Gregson stopped John who wanted to go in with Sherlock.

"My friend and assistant, Dr. Watson, let him in, Gregson," Sherlock called from across the room.

Grayson held out his hand, "We need a doctor." Grayson was much more friendly to John, who had a "right job."

"I hope I can help." John also extended his hand and shook it.

Walking into the lampkeeper's hut, the shape of the lampkeeper hanging from the roof beams gives people a visual impact, but John is also a soldier who came down from the Afghan battlefield, so he calmed down after being frightened.At first glance, the lamp keeper committed suicide, and there was no sign of intrusion in the room. A heavy stool was kicked over at the lamp keeper's feet.There was a strange smell mixed with the stench of the Thames in the room, which made people want to vomit.

The police who had already arrived at the scene did not put the lamp keeper down, and John did not dare to let the body be put down without Sherlock's signal.It seems that under Sherlock's many years of training, the Scotland Yard police have a little bit of common sense, but this still does not satisfy Sherlock.

John saw his roommate as strong as a hound and as agile as a fawn, running around the room with his long legs wrapped in trousers.From the door to the bed, from the table to the window... He also took out a portable magnifying glass to measure several places on the floor inch by inch, and drove the policemen in the room from here to there.John and Grayson were standing together near the door, just watching Sherlock move around the room completely erratically, completely... totally confused about what he was doing... =a=

John: God bless Holmes' clothes.