[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 33

Before leaving the next day, Sherlock handed over the card with the address to Jenny so that she could send a telegram if something happened.And Jenny handed the basket full of food to Sherlock, Sherlock took it and suddenly sank his hand, he shook it, such a basket was heavier than his luggage, and it was heavier on one side. light.

Sherlock: So heavy, uh...do you treat us as foodies?

Sherlock: "I don't think it's necessary to bring so many..."

Jenny: "Of course you do. You'll have to take the train for a day! And I've prepared a basket for three of you. When you get there, please be sure to send the basket back to me."

Before Sherlock could speak, John had already agreed: "Okay, Mrs. Hudson, thank you for helping us prepare food so early." Then Sherlock shut up.

Along the way, John kept looking at the basket secretly from time to time, wondering what was there~~

But Sherlock kept pretending that he didn't notice, and he deliberately ignored John's hesitancy to speak. Anyway, he would never open the basket before dinner time, and he definitely didn't want to say what was in it.

Passmore was very curious when he saw Sherlock carrying such a basket with a wrong style, but he concealed it very well.

When it was time for lunch, John couldn't wait to rub his hands and picked up the basket, "Oh, it's quite heavy, Holmes, I'm really looking forward to it." Then, John opened the basket, "Wow, surprise."

Passmore stretched his neck to look over, and it turned out that the whole basket was full.

From Passmore's perspective, there are four neat stacks of sandwiches on the right, taking up almost a third of the entire basket.Each sandwich is cut into triangles, about the size of three or five bites, and each two are put together to form a square.

The side of the sandwich is separated by a cloth, and the center is full of dessert.A dozen or so finger biscuits are placed vertically in a small grid made of cloth. In the small grid next to it is a stack of biscuits with raisins, and in the larger grid next to it are three small square cakes. Not big, but very tall, just filling the rest of the row.

Then came another long grid, and the things inside were wrapped in paper again.John flipped open the covered paper, and inside were small pieces of fried food, probably fried chicken or fried fish or something.

Then the one on the far left turned out to be a tea set, which was obviously specially customized.

The teapot is a rectangular silver-plated pot, not delicately made, only about three or four cups of tea.The pot is engraved with simple decorative patterns, only the handle is spiral, which is for non-slip.But the whole pot body is made very light and thin, and it is just at the same height as the basket.The lid of the pot was placed upside down. John picked up the lid and found a strange little thing inside.

"What's this for?" John picked up this little thing that looked like a half note on a stave, which looked like a filter with a cover?

"Obviously, it's for tea." Sherlock, who had been leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and replied.

"Oh, what an interesting idea." Passmore also thought of it, not only interesting, but also very practical.

John nodded in agreement, put the "half note" filter back into the pot, and then turned the lid over, there was a small gap on the lid, just allowing the small hook on the top of the "half note" to stick out and hang on the pot back.

"Mrs. Hudson has always been very ingenious," John admired.Sherlock closed his eyes and smiled in agreement.

There are three cups placed towards the spout of the teapot. It can be seen that there should have been four cups, but now two are stacked together, and the other is side by side with the other two, with several paper bags placed on it.

The cup handle is also different from ordinary teacups. It is not in the shape of curved ears, but like a small flat backing plate with a small round hole in the middle, in which a small fork and a small teacup are inserted. spoon.

Next to the teacup were three small saucers.

John picked up a paper bag, feeling that it should be tea, and one bag must be a one-time measurement.

Mrs. Hudson is so thoughtful, John thought, and then he saw a little card pressed under the tea bag, he picked it up, and there was a line of small writing on it.John pursed his lips and smiled secretly, and then said: "Mr. Passmore, it's tea, can you help me get hot water? Holmes, choose a sandwich. I see that the top one is your favorite fish sandwich."

"No." Sherlock said still with his eyes closed, "I don't need food right now."

"Oh~~" John smiled slyly, and he held the small card in front of Sherlock, "But Mrs. Hudson asked me to supervise what you must eat. Mr. Passmore, what kind of sandwich do you like? Mrs. Hudson always likes to make several flavors." Sherlock's habit of not liking food when working on a case caused John, a doctor, a headache every time, and he was glad that there was one more person supervising it now.

Sherlock opened his eyes and took the card, which read: "Please supervise Mr. Holmes to eat at least one sandwich or one cake during meals."

Sherlock secretly rolled his eyes, thinking that Jenny was really meddling, but now that she was far away from the scene of the incident, eating a little food would not have much effect.So he also reached out and took one, the fish one, which was exactly the taste he liked.

There are two sealed glass tubes inserted along the gap in the handle of the pot, about the thickness of three fingers. John twisted one with his fingers, and it was filled with milk, so the other tube was naturally sugar.

"Oh, my God." Passmore couldn't help exclaiming, this Mrs. Hudson is too well prepared, right?Even eating at home is nothing more than that.Maybe it's not as rich as the things in this basket, Passmore thought depressingly.

If someone passed by this box at this time, they would be surprised to see that the three big men sitting inside were having a tea party.Beside them was a basket full of food, and two of them held a small teacup or saucer in one hand, and a sandwich or a small fork in the other.

Jenny made three kinds of sandwiches. She didn't make a sandwich in the usual sense today, with only two slices of bread sandwiching a piece of meat, but a modern sandwich: toast, raw vegetable leaves, croquettes , sliced ​​cheese or cheese rice, tomato sauce or jam, and layer them in many layers.

"Wow." After taking a bite, Passmore quickly ate the sandwich in his hand with his eyes wide open, and then reached out to take another one. "It's really different. It was, um, meatloaf just now? This one seems to be pickled fish." The meat is first marinated and then fried, with refreshing vegetable leaves and sweet and sour jam... As a single who often drifts at sea Dog, Passmore felt a little jealous of these two in front of him.

"That... Mrs. Hudson is just your landlord? What about her husband?" Passmore didn't quite know why he asked this question.

Sherlock immediately glanced at Passmore vigilantly, and said, "Mrs. Hudson's husband died in prison three years ago, and her only asset is probably this house, if that's what you want to ask. She's not right for you."

Passmore felt particularly embarrassed.

John waved and whispered to Passmore, "Holmes doesn't like us talking about Mrs. Hudson."

Passmore nodded, as if suddenly realized, he felt as if he understood something, "Sorry, Mr. Holmes, I didn't know that Mrs. Hudson was your fiancée."

Sherlock felt that this was too inexplicable, "She is not."

Passmore: "Uh, sorry, I don't know..."

Sherlock: It always feels like we're not talking about the same thing.

John: "Pfft."

John: "Mr. Passmore, you know, it's not there yet, um, you understand?"

Passmore hurriedly said: "I understand, I completely understand." Then he quickly stuffed the remaining sandwiches into his mouth.

John: It's so funny, Mr. Passmore seems to really think that Holmes and Mrs. Hudson are a couple.

Passmore: It seems that Mr. Holmes hasn't caught up with Mrs. Hudson. It's embarrassing for me to say that... qaq

Sherlock: Did your brains go to your stomach along with the sandwich?

Jenny received a reply letter from Pemberley Manor the next day. She thought Darcy would send a telegram, but she did not expect him to write a reply letter.

In the letter, Darcy expressed his welcome to Jenny. At the same time, he told Jenny that there was no direct train from London to Pemberley Manor. She could choose to take the train to a station farther away from Pemberley Manor. Depart from London, arrive at 02:30 in the afternoon, and then take a carriage for about two hours to Pemberley Manor.Or choose another train to take a detour to a station closer to Pemberley Manor, depart from London at 45:[-] pm, arrive at [-]:[-] pm, and then take a carriage for about [-] minutes to arrive at Pemberley Manor.But it would be better to wait two days longer, so that Darcy himself would be free to come to London, and go with them to Pemberley Park.

Jenny was quite speechless after reading the letter, I really can't tell... Mr. Darcy's character is really... To put it nicely, he is considerate, and to put it badly, he is machismo, and his essence is to look down on women Ability.And Miss Elizabeth Bennet's thinking is quite independent, I really can't see that he is the type she would choose, love is amazing~

Jenny: Am I mentally handicapped?

Although Darcy "suggested" so much, Jenny still chose the train in the afternoon-the two-hour carriage ride is a terrible pace-and she refused the company of Mr. Darcy, she felt that she was taking Fantine A threesome with Cosette was fine.

Jenny wrote a reply letter to reject Mr. Darcy's kindness, and asked Fantine to buy the next day's train ticket while sending the letter.