[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 7

The two boys happily returned to the waif's camp with the food, told Wiggins what Jenny had said, and reported all the work they had done for the landlady this afternoon.The delicious food is very popular among children, especially the sandwiches with ham and lettuce, and of course the small cakes are also very delicious, oh, and the two sausages, each child gets a small bite, and the baked potatoes are also delicious. Very fragrant...

...Well, since it is Mr. Holmes who wants a coat-hanger, it is of course not a problem, let alone a penny.Wiggins knew that the street where the furniture was sold was quite far from Baker Street, and the landlady appointed an older boy, who definitely wanted to walk back. Wiggins told an 11-year-old boy to go to 221b Baker Street tomorrow.

Sure enough, the landlady was going to walk back and forth. The boy and the landlady went to pick out a strong clothes hanger. On the way back, the landlady turned to another street to buy a large bag of salt, spices and seeds, and then turned to another street. One street to buy two pieces of cloth and lace, and then a bottle of wine, before returning to Baker Street.

The boy was exhausted and paralyzed. He never thought that going to the street with a woman would be such a tiring task, especially when he carried a coat hanger and carried two pieces of cloth, but the landlady also carried a lot of things, she looked full of energy ...Sure enough, the landlord is a terrifying creature.

Seeing the boy sitting on the stairs panting like a puppy, Jenny felt a little amused. She brought a glass of honey water and a piece of bread thickly coated with peanut butter, and handed it to the boy.The boy froze for a moment, wiped his hands on his clothes, and was not polite. He took the bread and started to eat it. After eating the bread, he gulped water.

"Thank you." The boy wiped his mouth with his sleeve and returned the cup to Jenny.

Jenny gave him a penny, "This is the agreed payment."

The boy took the money generously and carefully stuffed it into his pocket, "Thank you, ma'am." He touched his head with his hands and left.

Jenny went back into the house, arranged the hangers, and wiped them clean.

Mr. Holmes is not here today. Did he really go to work?Jenny was surprised for a while and then let go. The sun is rare today and she is very busy.

Jenny took all the dishes washed by the two little boys yesterday to her room. She built an iron shelf outside the window of the room on the third floor, and planned to put flower pots to dry things. It happened to be used today. To dry vegetables.

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson." The young lady next door was also about to take out a blanket to dry, and she greeted Jenny with a smile.

"Hello, Mrs. Potter, the weather is really nice today, isn't it?" Jenny carefully spread the beans and cabbage on the board, while taking the time to chat with Mrs. Potter.

"Actually, you can call me Lily." Mrs. Porter is a young and optimistic lady, and her husband, James Porter, is also a lively boy, the son of a squire, and now works in the government.Both of them are easy-going people, and Jenny fell in love with them the first time they met, and agreed to rent the third floor of 221a to the couple who had been married for only two years.

"You can call me by my name, too. My name is Jenny." Jenny smiled at Mrs. Potter.

"Of course, Jenny, what are you going to do with these dishes?" Mrs. Potter immediately asked curiously.

"These? They are used as dried vegetables. In winter, you just need to soak them in water. But I am going to marinate some of them, and they can also be made into sauerkraut. You know, winter food sometimes makes people feel unpalatable." .” Jenny laid out another board and placed the sliced ​​radish strips on it.

"My God, I can still do this. You are really capable. I wish I could do this too. I'm always tired of potatoes and cabbage in winter." Mrs. Potter pouted like a girl complain.

"It's actually very simple. You just need to wash the vegetables and dry them in the sun. Just be careful when storing them so they don't get moldy. Like beans, they can be rolled up after drying and don't take up much space." Jenny thought After thinking about it, he said: "If you are also going to dry vegetables, I can lend you the basement to store them, we can share them, but I put some jars there, I hope you don't mind the smell, it doesn't smell very good, haha .”

"Of course not, you are so kind Mrs. Hudson, oh... I don't know how to thank you, you also allowed us to remodel the kitchen in the house..." Mrs. Porter said embarrassedly.

"It's nothing." Jenny said quickly, "After all, I can't serve meals on time, and it will save me trouble if you can solve it yourself."

Although Jenny said so, Mrs. Potter was not a fool. "Ah, by the way, Mrs. Hudson, if you have time in the afternoon, you can come to my place for tea. The muffins I make are pretty good." Mrs. Porter invited.

Jenny hesitated for a while, and decided to refuse: "Uh... sorry Lily, look, the sun is so rare today..." She pointed to the vegetables on the board, "There is still a lot of work to do. "

"Oh, that's right, there are many opportunities to drink tea, but the beautiful sunshine waits for no one." Mrs. Potter naturally accepted Jenny's reason.

Across a wall, the two chatted for a while and then separated. Mrs. Potter was right, the beautiful sunshine waited for no one, and they still had a lot of work to do.

Jenny didn't notice until dinner that Sherlock hadn't come back.Jenny regretfully put the leftover cold goose back into the cupboard. If she was alone, she only needed the leftover sandwiches at noon.

After eating the sandwich with hot milk, Jenny returned to the room on the third floor. She sat in front of the dresser, put a few drops of olive oil on her hand, and rubbed it slowly until the olive oil was completely absorbed.After finishing the daily hand care work, Jenny picked up a pen and drew a draft on paper.

At around nine o'clock, Jenny heard someone ringing the doorbell, accompanied by Sherlock's call, "Mrs. Hudson, open the door."She put down her pen helplessly, put on a scarf and went down to open the door.

"Mr. Holmes, where is your key... Oh, where have you been?"

Sherlock's trouser legs were covered in mud, as were his shoes. "Just went for a walk by the river." Sherlock rubbed the soles of his shoes vigorously on the small rug at the door, turned around and took off his coat and hung it on a new hanger. Only then did Jenny realize that there was a lot of mud behind him.

"You look like you rolled in the mud." Jenny said bluntly, she saw that Sherlock's fingers were covered with tape, so she asked, "What's wrong with your hands?".

"Some experiments, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock looked a little excited. He stepped briskly up the stairs and said, "Is there any food, Mrs. Hudson? I'm hungry."

"Yes..." Before Jenny finished speaking, Sherlock had already run upstairs, and soon the sound of a violin came from upstairs.

She didn't even know that he still had a violin, and he played it pretty well.Jenny shook her head and was about to go into the kitchen to make something to eat when the doorbell rang again.

Who will it be at this time?Jenny opened the peephole on the door and looked out. There were two people standing at the door, the one behind was a policeman, and the short man in front seemed to be his boss, well dressed and with a sharp face.

Jenny opened the door and said, "Hello, gentlemen, what can I do?"

"Hi, ma'am, I'm Sheriff Lestrade, and he's Anderson. We're here to find Holmes. Is he there?" Mr. Sheriff touched the brim of his hat.

"Yes, he is here." Apparently everyone heard the sound of the violin upstairs, and Jenny smiled and said, "What can you do with Mr. Holmes?"

"Mrs. Hudson, please let the sheriff come up." Sherlock stopped temporarily, shouted loudly, and then continued to play.

"Okay." Jenny took two steps back and let the two at the door come in, "I'm going to prepare tea..." Before she finished speaking, Sergeant Lestrade's stomach suddenly let out two "gurgles" The sound, he suddenly became embarrassed.

"I'm going to prepare some food for Mr. Holmes. He didn't have dinner, so can I prepare one for you?" Jenny asked naturally.

"Thank you very much." The sheriff was not hypocritical.

"Then this..." Jenny looked at the policeman behind her.

"Huh? Oh, I don't need it, I've already eaten it." Anderson said.

Let the gentlemen go upstairs while Jenny goes to the kitchen to make something to eat.There are macaroni points. Jenny originally planned to make breakfast tomorrow morning. The seasoning, eggs and ham are all ready-made. Jenny plans to make fried macaroni points.Turning on two stoves, Jenny was frying rice and hot soup, and it was ready soon.She filled two plates of rice noodles, and finally cut two slices of cold goose and put them on top of the rice noodles, planning to send this up first, and then come down later to serve the soup.

The atmosphere is a bit weird.Jenny came upstairs with a tray, but saw three men: Sherlock was standing in front of the window smoking a pipe, Sergeant Lestrade was standing in front of the fireplace smoking a pipe, and Policeman Anderson was standing at the door...with eyes in the air.None of the three looked at each other.

"The macaroni is fried separately. Can someone help me tidy up the coffee table?" Jenny asked.

"Ah, let me do it." Anderson immediately stepped forward to clear the table.

"Why is there someone else's share?" Sherlock stood still and said dissatisfied.

"Come and eat, it won't taste good when it's cold." Jenny handed a plate to Sheriff Lestrade, and then stuffed another plate to Sherlock. "There's still soup, I'll serve it."

Jenny packed the soup in two bowls, took out the last apple and cut it in half, and put them in two small dishes. 2 minutes later, Jenny returned to Sherlock's room... She froze for a moment.

Sheriff Lestrade stood in front of the fireplace with a blank expression, his plate was brightly placed on the coffee table.Sherlock stuffed the last bit of macaroni into his mouth without haste.Anderson continued to stand at the door and let go.

Is it really okay to eat so fast?Jenny thought to herself. "I've brought soup," said Jenny, standing in the doorway.

"Let me come." Anderson graciously took out a bowl of soup and half an apple from her tray, and walked over to Sergeant Lestrade.Jenny brought another bowl of soup and half an apple to Sherlock.

"Half an apple. Oh, why do I have to share an apple with Lestrade?" Sherlock curled his lips in disgust, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth and said.

"Thank you for the treat, Mrs. Hudson, it was delicious," Inspector Lestrade said to Jenny.

It felt even weirder. These two people were talking to themselves, making her wonder who to talk to.Jenny decided to retreat, she smiled at Sheriff Lestrade, put away the dishes and went downstairs.

In less than a minute, Lestrade and Anderson also came down.

"Farewell, Mrs. Hudson." The two said goodbye to Jenny and left.