[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 42

After getting off the train, Sherlock and Jenny hired a carriage and drove towards their destination. The coachman probably regarded them as invited architects, and Sherlock talked a lot along the way.And their client, Miss Stoner, was already anxiously and impatiently waiting for them at the door. As soon as they stepped up the steps, she rushed forward to greet them, and Jenny noticed a relaxed look on her face.

"I've been anxiously looking forward to your arrival. Dr. Roylott has gone to town, and he won't be back until the evening." Miss Stoner said this, which obviously made her very happy, poor woman.

"This is James White, my assistant." Sherlock briefly introduced Jenny, and then quickly turned to Miss Stoner, "I think we already know Dr. Roy Lott." He put Stoner Let me tell you what happened after the lady left.

Miss Stoner's face paled suddenly. "My God!" she exclaimed, "so, he's been following me, what should I do?"

"I think so. Fortunately, you came back safely." Jenny comforted. Miss Stoner did not suspect that Jenny was disguised as a man.

"That's because he hasn't come back yet... What should I do now?" Miss Stoner asked again in panic.

"Pretend not to know. Tonight, you must lock the door and keep him out. If he gets violent, we'll take you to your aunt's house in Harrow. Now, we must hurry, so please take Let's go to the rooms that need to be checked." Sherlock led the way into the house, followed by Miss Stoner and Jenny.

Sherlock walked around the perimeter of the house before pointing out that the outer walls didn't really need repairs.Miss Stoner thought so too, believing it was just an excuse and that her stepfather needed to let her live in her dead sister's room.Sherlock agreed with this statement, so he examined the room carefully.

"The blinds are locked, they cannot be opened and there is no gap, and there is no problem with the lock on the door." After checking the entrance to the room, Sherlock scratched his chin, somewhat puzzled, "My reasoning Maybe I need to look elsewhere." Sherlock moved a stool in the middle of the room, then sat on it and looked around, from top to bottom, left to right, Jenny believed every Every detail is already in his mind.

"There's something wrong," said Sherlock to himself, and he asked Miss Stoner, pointing to a thick bell-draw cord: "This thing is newer than the rest, and it looks like the two Installed for three years, where does it lead to?"

"The housekeeper's room." Miss Stoner replied with wide-eyed eyes.

"Do you use it often?"

"No, actually we don't need this, we are used to getting what we want by ourselves."

Sherlock jumped up from the stool, took a magnifying glass to look around the rope, and then grabbed the rope and pulled hard...no sound.

"It's just an ornament?" Jenny stood a little far away and looked at the other end of the rope, "There is no wiring on it, it seems to be hanging on a hook of a vent. Wait, the direction of the vent is strange... Is it leading to the next door?"

"Who lives next door?" Sherlock asked immediately.

"It's him, Dr. Roylott," said Miss Stoner.

"My God, is he a pervert who likes to peep?" Jenny blurted out, and Sherlock and Miss Stoner looked at her at the same time, "Uh...sorry."

"Such a small hole can't see the situation here." Sherlock said angrily, he turned to Miss Stoner, "I need to go to the next door to have a look."

"But I don't have a key." Miss Stoner frowned. "He always locks his room."

That wasn't a problem, Sherlock had a set of gadgets that easily cleared that door.The furnishings in the room are very simple, only a safe by the wall is slightly conspicuous.Sherlock walked around slowly, checking everything.

"What's in here?" Sherlock knocked on the safe.

"Some business papers from my stepfather," said Miss Stoner, standing in the middle of the room wringing her hands.

"Really? Have you seen it?"

"Only once, but that was a few years ago."

"You really don't have anything else? Like a cat?"

"how can that be?"

"Then..." Sherlock gestured to his feet, and Miss Stoner and Jenny both saw that there was a small milk dish at his feet.

"No, we only have a cheetah and a baboon (weird pets)," Miss Stoner said.

Sherlock: "Obviously not for them, not enough."

Jenny: "Such a small cabinet can't hold a leopard or a baboon, can it?"

Sherlock turned around again and found something else interesting - a small whip with a knot in it, which made it curl up in a circle.

"What do you think, Mr. White?" Sherlock turned to Jenny.

Looks like some kind of sex toy...

"Uh... I can't see, you better not ask my opinion." Jenny felt that Sherlock must have noticed her thoughts, his eyes were like X-rays... Wait, X-rays?what is that?

"You always surprise me, Mr. White." Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't ask any more.

Jenny: ...I obviously didn't say anything...==

Sherlock then ignored Jenny and Miss Stoner, walked back and forth on the grass alone, thinking alone.Miss Stoner had no choice but to invite Jenny to another room to rest and drink tea. Jenny also casually learned about some of Dr. Roylott's living habits and interpersonal relationships, and finally found that he was indeed an annoying guy.

Soon Sherlock made a decision. He asked Miss Stoner to find an excuse to stay in the room and avoid her stepfather. After Dr. Roylott turned off the light to go to bed at night, she put a lamp on the windowsill as a Mark, and then quietly went back to the previous room to stay for one night, while Sherlock and Jenny entered Miss Stoner's current room through the window to see what her stepfather was going to do.

"But how are you sure that he will act tonight?" Jenny asked curiously.

"Of course he will, after Miss Stoner's visit to me." Sherlock thought the question was stupid.

"..." Well, it's kind of stupid, but you don't have to say it with your eyes.

There is a Crown Hotel on the small slope opposite the Stock Moran Manor. Sherlock went to book a room. From the window, he could just see the gate of the Stock Moran Manor and the window of Miss Stoner's current room.

……

Jenny: "Wait, why did you only book one room?"

Sherlock: "Is there a problem?"

Fuck, it’s a big problem, you’re a man, I’m a woman, a man and a widow stay in the same room for one night, are you trying to keep me from getting married or not getting married or not getting married? In fact, this is still a trivial matter. Do I need my reputation, do I want it, do I want it? I'm going to fuck you, do you realize that although I'm disguised as a man, my gender is still female, female, female! (Important words must be said three times!)

Jenny: "...No..." Not really, but...

"Why...why do we need to book a room?" Jenny asked with a headache.Sherlock gave her a strange look: "Didn't you notice it? Mr. White, you can just see the room in Stock Moran Manor from here."

Jenny: no...i mean...forget it orz

"It's still early, we can have some dinner first, I hope the dinner here is good, maybe we have to wait for three or four hours." Sherlock took out a pocket watch and checked the time.

"Compared to dinner, I think I need to rest for an hour or two. I'm really tired, Mr. Holmes." Jenny unceremoniously drove Sherlock out of the bedroom. She was already exhausted and didn't take a nap. good. "Wake me up at that time, Mr. Holmes. I want to sleep for a while, alone."

Sherlock felt that Mrs. Hudson was indeed an unreasonable woman at the moment, why should she emphasize being alone?Does she still want to invite him... Wait, what the hell is sleeping together?

Sherlock rubbed his nose, thinking he should go to dinner.

Two hours later, Jenny walked out of the room on time, feeling happy after she had slept enough.

"I didn't miss anything, Mr. Holmes?" Jenny rubbed her belly, feeling a little hungry.

"Except for dinner, I don't think you missed anything, Mr. White." Sherlock sat by the window of the living room and stared at the candlelight on the windowsill of a room in the opposite manor.He took two puffs of his cigarette, and turned his head to show Jenny to look at the table.

"Oh, that's great, I'm just hungry. Have you eaten, Mr. Holmes?" Jenny was very happy to see the dinner on the table. Although it was already cold, she couldn't force everything to go well when she wanted to go out.

"I don't like to eat when I'm working on a case. It's enough to maintain the necessary body consumption. Too much food will make the brain dull." Sherlock looked at Jenny with piercing eyes, and Jenny felt that if he looked at it like this...she would also Won't stop eating~ What are you looking at, don't you have dinner?

"I think so too. You really can't count too much on this kind of hotel's dinner, as long as you don't feel hungry, alas, it's better to cook it yourself~" Jenny threw a piece of cold steak into her mouth in distaste.

Sherlock looked away boredly.