[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 40

God suddenly had a few days of downpours for no reason, and even Sherlock, who had always complained that there was no case, began to "gumble" and honestly conduct experiments at home.Only John, who was sad, had to go to work in the hospital in heavy rain every day, and then came back soaked and frozen.

It was still very cold in London in February, and Jenny burned the fire vigorously every day. Although some expenses were increased, her health was always more important.And even though it was raining every day, Jenny was in a good mood because Aunt Jun left, didn't take new orders, and made delicious food every day.

The chicken soup last time was very well received. Fantine took advantage of the rain when Mrs. Porter next door and the maid went to the market in a carriage and went to the market to do a lot of shopping.The happiest was not Jenny nor Sherlock or John, but Cosette.Jenny didn't realize that Cosette was still a little fox, but she liked to eat yogi so much. She simply cooked two yogurts into soup and one into roasted yoyo, and then cut half of it for Cosette, little girl. I was so happy that I couldn't find the north.

Jenny used the largest pot and cooked a whole pot of chicken stock.It is better to be alone than to be happy together, and Jenny asked Fantine to send some soup to the next door to share with the other four tenants-Mr. Black's cheers at night could be heard across the wall.

It is really comforting to drink a bowl of hot chicken soup on such a cold day. Jenny makes hot desserts these days.Red wine boiled meatballs, almond milk soup, sweet potato balls with peanut milk, double skin milk, milk stewed eggs... There are several desserts that Jenny only remembers but has never made. She tried them all and the response was not bad.John thinks that Jenny's craftsmanship has evolved to a new level, and Sherlock very implicitly said that Jenny usually spends too much time on embroidery (Jenny: ...).

Cosette: I don't talk, I just eat~

After enjoying the holiday brought by heavy rain for three days, the sky suddenly cleared up again.The sun violently dispersed the rain clouds and fog, and quickly dried the roof. If it weren't for the mud on the street, it was almost impossible to imagine that it was still pouring rain not long ago.

Jenny and Fantine quickly set up a shelf outside the window, and let the quilt out in the sun, where they met Mrs. Potter and her maid, who were doing the same thing.The two hostesses greeted each other across a wall, and quickly got into the work of drying the quilts.

After drying their own and Fantine Cosette's quilts, the women headed towards the second floor.

Sherlock was looking at the microscope intently when he heard two familiar knocks on the door. "Come in." Sherlock said without raising his head, and then he seemed to hear the landlady's request, probably to clean up the room, and Sherlock waved his hand casually.

After a flurry of ping-pong bangs, a series of footsteps rushed into the room, Sherlock straightened up with drooping eyelids, and turned ninety degrees from the posture of sitting on the stool.Soon, Jenny and Fantine came out holding a quilt and a mattress, followed by Cosette holding a pillow.

Sherlock felt offended, well, he might have made an inappropriate opinion just now, but...he didn't think it was something that needed special explanation, such as invading his private territory or something.

The ladies didn't notice Sherlock's dark face, they were busy drying out the quilt and mattress, and then moved two chairs to a place where the sun could be exposed to the sun, and put pillows on them.

"Did we bother you, Mr. Holmes?" Jenny found that Sherlock was no longer immersed in the microscope. "It's rare that the sun is so good. It will be very comfortable to dry the quilt at night."

"It will smell like the sun~" Cosette said with a smile.Jenny flirted with the little girl in a good mood, and hurriedly took out John's quilt, mattress and pillow to dry.

Sherlock: "..." He found it difficult to utter accusations, and he found that he was actually not as angry as he imagined for Jenny's invasion of his private space.

"Well... I must say, thank you, Mrs. Hudson, you are very thoughtful." Sherlock said dryly.

Jenny: "You're welcome~"

Sherlock sat alone at his lab bench thinking, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table.He knew early on that he was not a person who was particularly sensitive to feelings, whether it was to others or to himself.He knows how to "should" respond to an occasion, but sometimes it's not a "must", and many times he doesn't care what others think of him.It's just that for a consulting detective, it is very important to control one's emotions. From his experience, emotions often affect judgment, so...

...well... what was he thinking about Mrs. Hudson now?How could he allow her to intrude on his private territory without being particularly offended?

Sherlock: I still feel a little uncomfortable, although it is really comfortable to sleep at night... But these are two different things, and I must be compensated. =a=

Before Sherlock could reach a conclusion, he was once again given by Jenny...

"Once again," thought Sherlock when he opened the door roughly to see Jenny standing in front of him after being woken by a knock at the door early in the morning.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so early, Mr. Holmes, but I think you have a visitor - a lady from out of town, very emotional, I asked her to wait on the first floor, do you need to let her come up now?" Jenny scattered Hair, dressed in pajamas, wrapped in her usual large scarf at home, looking unhappy.

"Keep her waiting for 15 minutes." Sherlock said precisely, and then he added, "We'll go down." After saying that, he rudely closed the door in front of Jenny.

Sherlock opened the door 5 minutes later, dressed neatly. Of course, Jenny had left. He knocked on John's door symbolically, and then pulled it open.

John always disliked locking doors.

"Watson, wake up, Watson." Sherlock shook John and quickly woke him up.

"God, is there a fire? It's only... a quarter past seven." John picked up the watch by the bed to check the time.

"I'm sorry for waking you up, Watson," said Sherlock, raising his eyebrows, "but it's what you and I deserved this morning when Mrs. Hudson was first woken by a knock at the door, and then she took revenge. Come to wake me up, now I'm here to wake you up."

"So, what's the matter?" John sat up resignedly, and Sherlock has this kind of ability to force you to do what he says.

"No, a client. It seems that a young lady came, quite agitated, and insisted on seeing me. Now she's waiting in the living room. You see, if some young lady is so early in the morning Wandering about the great city of London, even waking people out of bed in their sleep, I think it must be an urgent matter, they have to consult with someone. If it will be an interesting case, then , I’m sure you want to know something from the beginning. I think you should be woken up anyway and given you this chance.” Although he stayed in the bedroom all the time, Sherlock still listened to Jenny’s words as usual. A lot has been inferred.

"My God, then I really can't miss this." John came to his senses at once, and working with Sherlock on the case was his greatest pleasure.

It took a few minutes to take care of himself, and Sherlock was already waiting there when John walked into the living room. They went to the first floor together and saw a strange lady sitting in front of the window-sitting in that kind of place is not counted at this time. Wisely, it wasn't too warm yet—she was dressed in black and heavily veiled, and stood up as Sherlock and John entered the room.

Also on their feet was Jenny, who had been huddled in front of the fireplace.The fire had just started, and Jenny was wearing fur slippers with her bare feet, her hair was tied back with a ribbon, and she was still wearing pajamas and a scarf.

"Good morning, madam," said Sherlock cheerfully. "My name is Sherlock Holmes. This is my dear friend and companion, Dr. Watson. In his presence you can talk as well as I do, without having to Concerns. Ah, Mrs. Hudson Thank you, very thoughtful, I am glad to see the fireplace is burning. Please sit near the fire, I see you shaking, Mrs. Hudson, can we have a cup of coffee ?"

"I'm not your housekeeper, Mr. Holmes." Jenny gave up her seat lazily. She wrapped her scarf and walked to the kitchen. Although she only got up half an hour earlier than usual, Jenny's biological clock was always very punctual. She also desperately needs a cup of coffee right now.

"I don't shiver because I feel cold." The young lady whispered, and she changed the seat according to Sherlock's request, and Sherlock sat on the chair that Jenny was sitting on just now, and John sat on it consciously. onto another stool.

"Fear and fear, Mr. Holmes," said the young lady, raising her veil.She was pale and despondent, with frightened eyes like those of a chased animal.Her figure and appearance looked like she was about 30 years old, but her hair was prematurely aged and mixed with a few strands of silver, and her expression was sluggish and haggard.

Sherlock quickly and unabashedly looked the lady up and down. "I suppose you should have faith in me, since you have come to me by train after a long drive over rough dirt roads in a one-horse carriage. At least you can only trust me."

The corner of John's mouth twitched at Sherlock's arrogant tone, but luckily their guest didn't notice it.

"How do you know?" The lady was taken aback and looked at Sherlock in fear.

"There's no mystery in it, my dear lady." Sherlock began to get a little impatient, and he felt that there seemed to be a little more boring dialogue. "On the left arm of your coat, there are at least seven splashes of mud. These are all fresh. No vehicle other than a carriage will throw mud like this, and you are the only one sitting in the driver's seat. The mud splashes on the left side."

"My name is Helen Stoner..." The lady began to tell her strange story from the beginning.

Jenny sat in the kitchen, listening to Sherlock's triumphant reasoning outside, and then Miss Stoner could finally tell her story a little calmly: her family, mother, father, new marriage from India, stepfather , the death of the mother, the twin sister... and then the sudden change of the stepfather, the bizarre death of the twin sister before marriage two years ago.

Miss Stoner still remembers the whistle which seemed strange to both of them, and the words her sister cried out when she died: "Oh, Helen! My God! It's that tape! That speckled tape! "Both of these impressed her deeply.

Sherlock interrupted Miss Stoner, and asked some details in detail, including some that she hadn't noticed.Then he motioned for Miss Stoner to continue.

Jenny: India, the whistle... Do you always feel that it has something to do with a certain special occupation in a certain country?

"...Two days ago, repairs began to the west wing of the house, and I had to move into the room where my sister died. Last night, lying in bed with my eyes open, I recalled what happened to her horribly , In this silent night, I suddenly heard the soft whistle that once foreshadowed her death." Miss Stoner shuddered, "Just imagine, how frightened I was! I jumped up , and lit the lamp, but saw nothing in the room. But I was too frightened to go to bed again. I dressed, and at daylight I came out quietly, and in the The Crown Inn hired a one-horse coach, and drove to Leatherhead, and thence came to you, with the sole purpose of visiting you and advising you."

Miss Stoner seemed to recall something again, and her face gradually turned pale, and John couldn't help but want to comfort her.

"It's smart of you to do it, but have you said all that?" Sherlock asked casually.

Miss Stoner paused, "Of course, yes."

"Really? But in my opinion, you haven't said everything. You are protecting your stepfather." Sherlock suddenly leaned forward, grabbed Miss Stoner's sleeve and pulled it up. There were five little black and blue welts, the mark of four fingers and a thumb.

Even John couldn't help but gasp now.

Miss Stoner, blushing and covering her injured wrist, said: "He is a man of physical strength, and he may not know how strong he is."

Jenny felt that it was time for her to appear on the stage, and she walked out with the brewed coffee and small cakes. "Hope I didn't bother you, but... the coffee is ready." Jenny pretended not to see Miss Stoner's wrist.

"No, of course not." John was grateful for Jenny's appearance, and he helped Jenny pass the coffee to Miss Stoner. "Have something to drink, miss, it'll warm you up." Although she was warm enough sitting in front of the fire.

"I hope you won't introduce the taste. Drinking coffee without breakfast is bad for your health, so I added a little butter." Jenny handed a cup of coffee to Sherlock, who unconsciously took it and stirred it.But he kept looking at the fire, and his thoughts drifted away.