[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 3

This store is quite big. In addition to the storefront, there is a small warehouse next to it. There are also three rooms upstairs. One is locked, one is closed, and the other is open. Jenny walked to the door of the open room.

In the room was a white dress dress made of multi-layered Owen tulle. This kind of fabric was light but very textured. Of course, the price was very expensive. Even a handkerchief with Owen tulle was a luxury for most people.The owner of this dress is obviously not ordinary rich.

The young man was squatting on the ground with his back to Jenny, and the round-faced woman was standing far away holding a little boy by the shoulder.The woman's face was pale, and the little boy's face was full of tears and runny nose. He was so frightened by his mother that he could only sob softly, and he was still tightly holding a piece of sticky candy that had melted in his hand.

With an idea in mind, Jenny asked softly, "Hi sir, can I ask what happened? Maybe I can help you."

"Can you help me?" The young man turned his head, his face was bloodless, it seemed that this skirt was very important to him. "How can you help me?" he said mechanically.

Jenny stepped forward, and sure enough, she saw several small pieces of black and yellow broken sugar sticking to the skirt, and two of them were quite high, so they couldn't be ignored at all.

Although the largest one is no bigger than a small fingernail, it is very conspicuous. Even if it is removed, the skirt will definitely be torn. Madame would wear patched skirts.

Jenny squatted down to take a look, and felt that her own skills were not a problem, and this was a good opportunity.

"I can help you embroider something here to cover it, but I need some things, thread, needle, bow."

The young man's eyes burst into a strong light, but immediately dimmed, "You? Can you help me? But..."

"Anyway, you have no other choice, right? The price of this dress is not cheap." Jenny made up the knife leisurely.

"Tom..." the round-faced woman called out to her husband uneasily.

The young man's eyes changed for a long time, and he gritted his teeth, "Okay, please help me..."

"Mrs Harver."

"Mrs. Haver, please let me repair this skirt. As long as you can repair it, I will agree to whatever reward you want." The young man is also a man of courage, why is my husband like that when he is also called Tom? Woolen cloth?Jenny thought leisurely.

"I need peach-colored silk thread, try to get a few more, and white silk thread and bright yellow silk thread. Needles 10 and 7, small bows, razor blades, scissors, and a cushion flakes on the knees and oil on the hands."

The young man was very active and got everything ready right away.Jenny sat on a small stool, compared the colors first, picked out the five available threads, put the bow on the skirt, and then spread the skirt on her knees.

The time had come to witness the miracle, and Tom had not been a tailor for ten years, but even from his apprenticeship, he had never seen such a miraculous hand.I saw that impoverished woman firstly spread the oil on her hands and rubbed it vigorously to let the skin absorb it, then she twisted the white silk thread, and she did not know how to divide such a thin thread into pieces. Two, and then one for two.Now the white silk thread was so thin that it was almost invisible, and only then did she thread the thread on the thinnest needle and insert it on the leather.

Jenny carefully scraped off the candy with a razor, being careful not to pull the silk yarn next to it.She held up the silk yarn and looked at the light, found the warp and weft threads, and then sealed the warp and weft threads where the silk yarn was torn with white silk thread, so as not to let it have a chance to continue to break.

Jenny flew the needle, sewed a cobweb shape with thick white thread on the hole, then replaced a needle, and embroidered a flower along the edge of the hole with two kinds of pink and bright yellow silk threads on the "spider web". The blooming peach blossoms embroidered it firmly on the damaged edge.Finally, the skirt was turned over again, and the initial "spider web" was carefully cut off.

From Jenny's point of view, this peach blossom is not delicate enough, it is completely used to fill holes, but in the eyes of Tom Tailor and his wife, it is already a miracle.

"How?" Jenny took down the bow, lowered the skirt, and showed Tom and his wife.

"My God." Tom dared not touch it.This lifelike peach blossom is delicate and charming against the backdrop of a layer of juan gauze below, as if it has just fallen from the tree. "It's so..." Tom couldn't think of any words to describe it, and his wife stood by and covered her mouth, unable to make a sound.

"It seems to be okay." Seeing the appearance of the two couples, Jenny felt a little proud.She repeated the action just now, and repaired all the places where the sugar stuck.Finally arranged the skirt as it was before, and Jenny stood up, "Okay."

This skirt is completely different now. The monotonous white skirt just now, now from the left waist down, pieces of peach blossoms are slowly falling down, making the whole skirt look playful and elegant while being dignified.

"If possible, you could make a pink belt with a little fringe on the left side," Jenny suggested.

"Perfect, it's so perfect." Tom twirled around the skirt twice in excitement, and then drove his wife and son who fell asleep after the trouble out of the room, and locked the door himself.

"Don't know how to thank you, Mrs Harver," said Tom, rubbing his hands.

"I hope the Viscountess won't mind my craftsmanship." Jenny said modestly.

"No, no, no, I don't think she will. This is the most beautiful dress I have ever seen, and she will never be picky." Tom's excited voice was high, and then he immediately realized his faux pas and laughed Twice, "Mrs. Harver, you are so kind, you helped me and saved my life. I don't know how to thank you? Well, the cloth you picked just now will be given to you for free, and there are twenty pounds... Please don't be too little." Tom rubbed his hands with a blushing face, and he felt that he had taken advantage of it, and that dress might get him two hundred pounds.

Naturally, Jenny would not refuse if she had money, but she only got [-] pounds for embroidering a few flowers, and she only had more than five pounds after saving for a year.

"Actually, I wanted to buy a dozen plain handkerchiefs and some silk thread. You know, my family is not well off, so I wanted to embroider some handkerchiefs for sale." Jenny smiled "embarrassed".

"Is that so? That's great. Why don't you sell the handkerchief here? This time, I will treat the handkerchief and silk thread as a gift from you, just to express my gratitude." Tom said quickly.

"You are really a kind person." Jenny said with satisfaction.

With cloth and other rewards, Jenny bought a few more necessities before returning to her dimly lit little house.Sure enough, Tom was gone, and there was a strange smell in the house, but Jenny was in a relaxed mood: she could use the knowledge and skills of both Shangguan Pearl and Kuxia Naoko skillfully, so she decided, whether it was Which one is her, and having these memories must be arranged by God, and she just needs to make good use of them to live the life she wants.

After hiding the things, Jenny tidied up the room and put away the wine bottles that Tom brought back yesterday and put them in the kitchen: These can be sold for money, which is why Jenny can save money this year.

Jenny flipped through the room lightly. She had already flipped through Tom's clothes. He didn't have anything with him, so those deeds and land deeds must still be at home.

Tom is not very good at hiding things, and Jenny quickly found all the documents in a box, and even some of Tom's little secrets.As for the lock on the box, Jenny didn't think it was a problem at all, but she remembered the key that Tom hung around his neck.

Jenny felt that she was lucky today.She didn't take these things, but put them back in the box as they were.Now is not the time.

Before it was dark, Jenny boiled two large buckets of boiling water, washed her whole body thoroughly, put on the underwear that was still clean, and washed all the clothes with the remaining hot water. I didn't sit down to rest until it was dark.

Before Jenny dried her hair, she heard an urgent knock on the door, and she remembered that she seemed to have made an appointment with a Mr. Detective this morning.She had to go and open the door.

Sure enough, it was the Mr. Detective. He was still dressed in the same clothes that Jenny saw him during the day, and he got in before Jenny opened the door completely.

Jenny closed the door, feeling that the gentleman was standing in the shadows and staring at her, but she was not in a hurry, first lit a small lamp on the burning stove, then poured two bowls of hot water on the table— —She only had one cup, so she just used a bowl for water—then cut the bread into two slices.

"Do you want to eat?" Jenny asked with a smile. Without waiting for the man to answer, she sat down and broke the bread into her mouth bit by bit.

After Jenny swallowed the first bite of bread, the man slowly came over and sat opposite Jenny, and also broke a piece of bread and put it in his mouth.After only one bite, the man stopped, and he looked at Jenny, who was still chewing slowly, as if what she was eating was not some black bread that was too thick to swallow, but just shipped from Italy Like caviar.The man finally chewed slowly like Jenny.

After eating the bread and drinking hot water (to wash the bread down her throat), Jenny asked, "Speaking of which, I still don't know your name."

The man cleared his throat: "Holmes, Sherlock Holmes."

Jenny nodded, still smiling and said: "Hello, Mr. Holmes, my name is Jenny Hudson, you can call me Mrs. Hudson."

Sherlock Holmes nodded in the same way, and did not have any doubts about "why the husband's name is Harper but he calls himself Mrs. Hudson".

A man and a woman sitting face to face in this dim hut at this moment don't know what kind of fate they will have in the days to come.