[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 27

It didn't take more than 10 minutes for Sherlock to come to a conclusion.

"As I said, he committed suicide. A gambler, obviously, he has not paid his gambling debts... We have all investigated, he owes a certain amount of money to a man named Jack, and he is obviously not paid, and then... ...We all saw it." Gregson spread his hands.

"Obviously not." Sherlock resumed his gentlemanly manner, as if the person crawling on the ground with a magnifying glass just now was not him.

Grayson looked left and right: "What?"

"Not suicide, obviously, Gregson." Sherlock said impatiently, "You almost destroyed all the clues in this house, but luckily I still found a few."

"Clue?" Grayson repeated, as if he didn't understand what Sherlock was talking about...in fact he did.

"I said, not suicide. Look at the stool under his feet, Gregson, and don't repeat me like a fool. That's what I said. Footprints, finger prints, blood... look at that stool." Sherlock Say it quickly.

Grayson: "Stool?"

Sherlock glanced at Gregson, who realized he was repeating Sherlock's words.

"Okay, stool, what's the problem? A hanged person always needs a stool." Gregson thought there was nothing wrong.

Sherlock sighed, feeling that talking to Gregson had taken all his patience. "That stool has no drag marks, which means it fell on the place where the tree originally stood. Now, help it up."

Grayson looked at Sherlock suspiciously for two seconds, and called a policeman to set the fallen stool back to its original position...

"Ah oh."

"Uh……"

"Well Well."

They all saw that after the stool was erected, it was a little far away from the deceased's feet... er, in fact, even if the deceased was concerned about his feet, he couldn't stand on the stool and hang his head into the noose.

"...how did you find out?" Grayson asked in surprise.

"Just look at the height of the stool, Gregson, and don't ask such stupid questions. It's because you're so blind to what's in front of you that one-third of Scotland Yard's cases go unsolved every year." Summer Locke stood by the window and looked out of the window. It was unfortunate that the Thames was in front of him. "We're not here for this guy." Sherlock turned to Grayson and said, "We're looking for his creditor, Jack, but I have reason to believe he's been killed by the Lantern Keeper." And threw it into the Thames...now the killer is dead too, just bad luck."

Grayson ordered his men to put the body down and asked John to act as a forensic doctor.After checking, John said that the lamp keeper was actually strangled to death. There were two marks on his neck, and the time of death was between 08:30 and [-]:[-] last night.

"So, what's going on? Holmes?" Grayson still didn't understand.

"You've really lowered the IQ of Scotland Yard, Graylinson." Sherlock muttered to himself, then turned to explain: "Apparently, at some casino, Danny the Lampkeeper owes Jack a fortune." The money, but he couldn't pay it back, so when Jack came to collect the debt, he was killed... This was at least three days ago. The murder weapon was the tin pot in the cabinet. I noticed that there was a big dent on it, And there's blood. Jack must have struggled, so he hit more than once."

Gregson immediately asked his subordinates to take out the pot. As Sherlock said, there was an irregular dent on it, and there was a faint red color in an inconspicuous place.

"After Jack fell, the cufflinks on his sleeve fell under the cabinet, this is it." Sherlock took out a cufflink wrapped in a handkerchief. "It's one of Jack's very proud trophies. He always wears it, but now it's under Danny's cupboard. What does that mean? And there, those coals are scattered in the corner where they should have been worn in a In the bag, when I came here just now, I noticed a few fresh marks next to the house. I think the stones that were originally on the ground must have been put into the bag with the corpse. The only thing that needs to be done... is thrown into the river. "

Sherlock didn't hand the cufflinks to Gregson, but put them away himself. "Okay, it seems that my task is over." After finishing speaking, he greeted John and prepared to leave.

"Wait, Holmes." Grayson quickly stopped Sherlock, "So, what about the lamp keeper? You just said he was murdered." If possible, he didn't want to ask Sherlock for advice, it's not a slap in the face What?

But Sherlock didn't intend to care about it, he was satisfied with getting the case and solving the case. "Isn't that obvious? Stretch marks, the stool, oh yes, and under the bed, I just found a little piece of soot, and it's still there... there should have been more, but the rest should have been Your man stomped it off, and that ash didn't smell like the smoke on Danny, and Danny used a pipe, and that ash was a cigarette. So there was a second guy there, and that guy, after hanging Danny up Sitting on the bed and smoking a cigarette. The man you are looking for is a veteran from the Indian battlefield. He is very strong, tall, likes strong tobacco, and is a bit rough. Do you have any questions, Gray Sen?"

"There's one more," Grayson asked. "Why would he kill a lampkeeper?"

Sherlock's expression immediately became serious, "I think there must be some things that they didn't want to risk to be seen by the lighthouse light yesterday, and entered London. You must have received the report, since eight o'clock last night, the lighthouse The lights never came on again." After speaking, he left quickly without waiting for any reaction from Gregson.

John, who was left behind, had to apologize slightly to Grayson, and then left.

On the carriage back, Sherlock didn't speak, he looked at the street outside silently and thought.

John couldn't help asking Sherlock: "What are you thinking, Holmes?"

Sherlock didn't look back, "Watson, in this glamorous man-made metropolis we live in, there are actually many criminal activities. They are extremely vicious, and they will even kill innocent people for a bigger crime. , I don't mean the lampkeeper today. I can feel that they are gradually forming a criminal network, and there is something hidden under it. My wish in this life is to bring them all to justice, even if I am alone and willing to give it a try.”

John was silent for a while, then said, "Please don't forget me, if I can do anything."

Sherlock turned his head sharply and looked at John for a while, as if he was making sure of something, then he said with a smile: "Of course, my good doctor, I will not forget you."

John held out his hand, and Sherlock readily took it.

After a while, John asked: "Holmes, you just said that those people killed the lampkeeper in order to bring something from the Thames. What do you think it is?"

"I can't think of one," said Sherlock. "I could look into it, but I doubt we'll know until the day it's used."

For several days after that, Sherlock was running around for this matter. He left early and returned late, dressed as various people and inquired around the Thames.Jenny's glasses came in handy, and one of her set of airtight glasses now belonged entirely to Sherlock.Sherlock can always find it at the kitchen door every time he goes out, it contains coffee with sugar or black tea with milk.Sherlock can use it to quench his thirst, or to warm his hands, or to refresh himself.

Sherlock's whereabouts were so uncertain that when John walked out of the room one morning and saw Sherlock sitting in the living room having a leisurely breakfast, he shouted in surprise: "Holmes!"

"Hello, Watson." Sherlock was sitting at the table, cutting bread and spreading jam.

"It's rare that you're here." John quickly sat down next to Sherlock, "How's the matter?"

Sherlock's hand paused, "I'm afraid it's bad news."

"Oh..." John comforted, "That at least means it hasn't been used yet, whatever it is...you'll have a chance to know later."

"That's the only way to go." Sherlock was very indifferent, not at all looking like he had been working in vain for more than half a month.He made it difficult for John to ask any more questions.

But John has other things he wants to say to Sherlock: "Holmes, I have already written a story about the incident last time and sent it to the newspaper, that is, the lamp keeper... Anyway, you were not invited by Scotland Yard, no ?"

"Oh~" Sherlock gave John a playful look, "I think Gregson will be very upset."

"Ahaha, who cares? Besides, it's not confirmed that my story will be published." John said in a good mood.

At this moment Fantine came up.

"Gentlemen, your letters and telegrams." Fantine put all the letters on the table, and then asked John: "Doctor Watson, do you want me to send you a breakfast?"

"Okay, thanks." John flipped through the letters, and found what he was looking for. "Look, Holmes, look." He waved an envelope and couldn't hold back his joy. He couldn't wait to get the paper knife, so he tore open the envelope.Then he was so happy that he handed the sample newspaper and the envelope to Sherlock: "Hahahaha, the reply from the newspaper office, my story has been published. Oh, look, there is still one crown and two shillings... I didn't expect This story is worth so much!"

"Really? Congratulations, that's great. Watson." Sherlock couldn't help laughing when he thought of Gregson's face when he saw the newspaper.

While joking, Sherlock opened his own telegram and read out: "I will arrive at your place at 9 am on the [-]th, please be sure to wait for my arrival, this concerns the reputation of a family and the future of several ladies . Fitzwilliam Darcy."

After hearing Sherlock finish reading, John asked, "Who is this Mr. Darcy? It sounds familiar to you? And why do I think this name sounds familiar?"

Sherlock: "Their family is quite famous in Derbyshire. Mr. Darcy of Pemberley Manor is said to have an annual income of [-] pounds. When his father passed away a few years ago, I happened to pass by there and helped him a little. "

John: "So it is. It's unfortunate that we have to go out in this weather."

The weather today is really bad. It has been raining lightly since the early morning, and now it is raining heavily.It was supposed to be dawn at this time, but now even though they drew the curtains, it still looked gray outside, and the cold moisture came in through the gap in the window, and then was blocked by the warm fire.

At this moment, John heard someone ringing the doorbell downstairs. The other party was obviously very anxious. He kept ringing the bell, so that John could hear Fantine calling repeatedly on the second floor: "Come here." But he was very anxious. Fantine's exclamation was soon heard: "Who are you... oh my God, who are you? You, you..."

A man said something in a low voice, but John couldn't hear clearly, and he looked at Sherlock in surprise.Sherlock also seemed a little surprised.