[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective
Chapter 86
Chapter 86
Once the excitement subsides, it is easy to feel tired, and it will feel as if a long time has passed... If it is too boring, it will have the same effect.
Sherlock put down the suitcase and stretched, "I'm finally back. Although I've only been there for a few days, it seems like it's been a long time. It's better to be in London...well..." Sherlock took off his coat and threw it on the chair, and then He took a few days of newspapers and letters to look through, although most of them were social letters... He casually threw all these letters into the fireplace.
Jenny put down the suitcase and checked the room, because Fantine came to clean the doors and windows every day and kept them closed, so there was not much dust.She nodded in satisfaction, and asked habitually, "Fantine, is dinner ready?"
Fantine: "Yes ma'am, I've made stew and hash browns, quick salads, and if that's not enough, pasta and squash."
Jenny: "Sounds good. Let's eat something simple. I don't feel too hungry. I'll wait until Dr. Watson comes back. Is the hot water ready?"
Fantine: "Well... would you like to take a bath now?"
Jenny: "Put me some hot water, I'm so exhausted. Can you bring me another glass of red wine?"
Fantine: "Yes, ma'am."
Jenny was soaking in the bathtub while tasting wine. She was so comfortable that she almost didn't fall asleep. She didn't want to get up until the added hot water became cold and her skin turned white and wrinkled.It was already dark at this time, and there was no candle lit. In the dark, Jenny felt that she should actually lie in bed and have a good sleep immediately, instead of climbing to the first floor to have some dinner.
"Mrs. Hudson, it's time for dinner. Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson have already gone down." Cosette knocked on the door and shouted loudly.
"Okay, Cosette, you come in first." Jenny walked into the living room and said loudly while fastening the belt of her bathrobe.
Cosette came in with a candle and the homework that Jenny had assigned before she left. "Mrs. Hudson, it's time to eat." She put the notebook on the table, "This is homework, I've finished it."
"Finished?" Jenny was a little surprised, because she didn't confirm the time of her return. In fact, she assigned homework for ten days, but she didn't expect Cosette to finish it all.Jenny flipped through it, and found that it was too dark to see clearly, so she put it down again, "Let's look at it tomorrow, I'll change clothes and go down."
Cosette had already started to light the candlestick in Jenny's room with the candle in her hand, but seeing that the fireplace was not lit, she squatted on the ground and lit the fireplace while Jenny was going to change clothes.
It's already quite cold in October. After soaking in warm water for half a day, Jenny feels her nose is a little stuffy... Maybe she's going to catch a cold!She simply tied her hair in a bun, pulled out a large woolen scarf and put it on, and when she was preparing to eat, she ordered Fantine to cook pot ginger soup.
Sherlock felt that the rhythm was simply wrong. He clearly wanted to talk to Jenny about moving the room after dinner... Why was he forced to drink a bowl of wicked ginger soup?Which wizard invented this potion?
"One more bowl." Just as Sherlock was livid and closed his mouth tightly to prevent himself from spitting it out, John wiped his mouth boldly and asked for another bowl.
"Yes, Dr. Watson." Fantine filled another small bowl for John.
"I need this exactly." John touched his injured arm. He didn't know if it was because of the autumn or the cold wind blowing in Pemberley Manor. He felt a little pain in his arm. "Actually, it's not so bad, Holmes, there's honey in it?"
"Shut up!" Sherlock squeezed out two words between his teeth, and the smell of honey is even more strange, okay?
221b has two more patients in the past few days.Jenny had been soaking in the water for too long that day, and she still caught a cold, and John had a sore arm for several days because of the relentless autumn rain, so he simply resigned and recuperated at home for a few days, anyway, his private clinic has been completed, Ready to open anytime.
After lunch, Sherlock went out for a walk in the light rain, and when he came back, he found an extra letter.
"This letter is quite special. It doesn't look like it's from a fishmonger or a customs inspector." John asked lazily while sitting on the easy chair in front of the fireplace.
"I hope it's from an ordinary person, because it usually means more interesting. But this one, it seems like an unwelcome social summons letter." Sherlock quickly checked He touched the envelope, then opened it and browsed through it, "Oh, it seems that I made a mistake, maybe it's an interesting thing."
John: "Not social anymore?" John swayed in his chair.
Sherlock: "No, obviously business." Sherlock handed the letter to John.
John: "From a nobleman's client?"
Sherlock: "One of the highest-ranking nobles in England."
John: "Oh man, congratulations."
John stood up and shook hands with Sherlock solemnly,
"Thank you." Sherlock replied equally solemnly, "But I must say, what I care about is not the other party's status but the case he can provide."
"That's right, anyway, you've seen a lot of nobles." John rolled his eyes, "But this...Lord San Simeon? I seem to see his name in the newspapers a lot recently. Isn't he going to get married? "Maybe it was the word marriage that made Watson pay attention inadvertently.
"Yes, Watson, yes." Sherlock sat down across from John, "Then let's talk about it, you know, I don't read anything but crime news and missing person advertisements. "
When John was reading the letter, Sherlock propped his head up and said with a little finger: "This letter is from Grosvenor House, written with a quill pen. The honorable lord is accidentally on the outside of his right little finger." There's a drop of ink on it."
"He is going to visit at four o'clock, and there is still an hour, enough for us to find some information first." Sherlock jumped up, took a few steps to the door, opened the door and shouted: "Mrs. Hudson, Mrs. Hudson, please give us Bring me two cups of coffee." After speaking, he immediately went to the cabinet again, found a red leather one from a row of reference books, pulled it out, and opened it.
"Lord St. Simon, Lord St. Simeon... Ah, here, Lord Robert Walsingham de Vere St. Simon, second son of the Duke of Balmoral... Oh, medal! Sky blue ground, black center band Three caltrops. Born in 41, now [-], time to marry. Was Under Secretary for the Colonies in the previous government. His father, the Duke, was Foreign Secretary for a while. They Inherited the blood of the Anjou Dynasty, direct descendants, and the matrilineal blood is the Tudor Dynasty. Ha! These are not instructive. I think you should provide some more real information." Sherlock looked up and saw John stared at him dumbfounded... "What's the matter, Watson?"
"Uh...Holmes." John frowned and asked a question completely irrelevant to the case, "Actually, I have always wanted to ask you a question, but if you feel that your privacy is involved, you can not answer me."
"What?" Sherlock was still immersed in the case.
"I can understand that you still call your wife 'Mrs. Hudson' because you were secretly married...but...why do you still...live on the second floor? I thought you'd be moving to the third floor when you got back from Pemberley I went upstairs." If the couple didn't sleep together, would they still be called couples?If John hadn't personally signed the marriage letter between Sherlock and Jenny, he would have almost doubted whether the two were married.
Sherlock paused and explained to John seriously: "Jenny thinks it's better not to move now, lest she infect me with a cold."
John: "..." So that's it, what Sherlock said makes sense...Damn it, Mrs. Hudson has recovered from her cold, okay?Could it be that he made a mistake in his own diagnosis?
But Sherlock obviously didn't want to continue this topic. He flipped through the information in his hand and asked, "Tell me about the information in the newspaper, Watson."
All right.Although John likes to gossip, er, just curious, he is definitely not the kind of person who digs into the privacy of his friends.He flipped through several newspapers in his hand, and read out all the news about "Lord Robert Walsingham de Vere Saint-Simon" from them.
"Thank you, Fantine, this is exactly what I need." John, who was thirsty, picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"You're welcome, Dr. Watson." Fantine put down the teacup, teapot and tea, and put a cup in front of Sherlock.
"Where's Mrs. Hudson? I remember I said coffee?" Sherlock said unhappily.
"There's no more coffee, Mr. Holmes." Fantine said equally displeased. "After you damaged that dress the day before yesterday, Mrs. Hudson spent two nights repairing it. She drank all the coffee."
"Haven't slept for two nights? God, is she resting now? Is she okay?" John asked worriedly.
"Mrs. Hudson delivered the goods early in the morning, and she won't be back until later." Fantine bowed stiffly, and went down with the tray.
John looked at Sherlock reproachfully.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault, I've already apologized." Sherlock said unbearably.
"It's not a matter of apologizing, Holmes. Obviously you don't care enough about her." John said from experience, "You have to be sincere, such as buying a gift or a bouquet of flowers? You know, Mrs. Hudson's illness It's just right, and staying up late like this is not good for her health." John told Sherlock very seriously: "You are not a bachelor now."
"You're right, Watson, you're right." Sherlock said helplessly, "I will seriously consider your suggestion, but that will have to wait for Jenny to come back. Now, let's continue talking about the newspaper in your hand."
"Oh well," continued John. "Last Wednesday, there was a brief announcement that the wedding had taken place. The newlyweds will spend their honeymoon at Lord Buckwater Cottage, near Petersfield. Well... this is the missing bride." All previous reports."
"Before what?" Sherlock asked in surprise.
"Before this lady disappeared." John was actually very surprised when he saw this.
"When did she disappear?"
"At breakfast after the wedding."
"Ha." Sherlock had the usual smile on his face when he saw interesting cases. "Indeed, it's much more interesting than I thought. In fact, it's quite dramatic. Tell us about the details, Watson, the details."
"Well, I have to explain first, the material is actually not very complete." John flipped through the pile of newspapers for a while, and took out one of them, "But an article in yesterday's morning paper was quite detailed, let me Read it to you. The title is: "Strange Incidents at High Society Weddings."
John read the report aloud, and Sherlock stood behind the sofa and listened while thinking.After reading this, John flipped through a few more newspapers and found out all the information he thought was useful.
"It appears to be a very interesting case, and I do not think I should miss it, Watson. Oh, the bell rang, just after four o'clock, and our noble client must have arrived. Watson, Please stay here, because I really want a witness, even if it's just to test my memory." Sherlock quickly threw all the newspapers behind the chair, out of sight, and quickly stood in front of the fireplace Pick up the pipe.Just then Fantine knocked at the door and entered, and brought in a gentleman.
"Good day, Lord St. Simon." Sherlock stepped forward. "This is my friend and colleague, Dr. Watson. Please sit here, near the fire, so that we can talk about this matter. "Sherlock is usually soft on people who bring cases that interest him.
"You can imagine that this is a very painful business for me, Mr. Holmes, and it makes my heart ache. I know, sir, that you have had several delicate cases of this kind, though I reckon the commission A person's social status is not comparable to this case."
Lord San Simeon's tone of voice is very "noble", in fact his appearance and dress also make people feel very "noble".He was very straight and appeared to be quite educated.He has a high nose, pale complexion, and the corners of his mouth are unconsciously pursed. He also has a pair of calm eyes that are born to give orders.
Lord Saint-Simon was quick in manner, but his whole appearance gave an impression quite out of proportion to his age.When he walked, he was a little hunched over, and a little bent at the knees.The same was true of the hair, which, when he took off his high rolled-brimmed hat, was gray around his head and sparse on top.As for his attire, it was refined to the point of pomp: high collar, black frock coat, white waistcoat, yellow gloves, patent leather shoes, and light-colored leggings.He walked into the room slowly, looking from left to right, dangling the chain on the gold-rimmed glasses in his right hand.
"However, the client's social status is declining." Sherlock said kindly.
"I'm sorry, please say it again." Lord San Simeon's eyes widened.
"My client for this type of case last time was a king." Sherlock replied as if casually.
"What? I didn't expect, which king?" Lord San Simeon couldn't help asking.
"King of Scandinavia." Sherlock put the pipe back on the fireplace.
"What! Is his wife missing too?" Lord San Simeon seemed impatient to find an ally.
"Sorry," said Sherlock kindly, "I will keep the affairs of my other clients as secret as I have promised to keep yours."
John didn't say a word, quietly watching Sherlock pretend.Don't ask who is Jing Jing.
Once the excitement subsides, it is easy to feel tired, and it will feel as if a long time has passed... If it is too boring, it will have the same effect.
Sherlock put down the suitcase and stretched, "I'm finally back. Although I've only been there for a few days, it seems like it's been a long time. It's better to be in London...well..." Sherlock took off his coat and threw it on the chair, and then He took a few days of newspapers and letters to look through, although most of them were social letters... He casually threw all these letters into the fireplace.
Jenny put down the suitcase and checked the room, because Fantine came to clean the doors and windows every day and kept them closed, so there was not much dust.She nodded in satisfaction, and asked habitually, "Fantine, is dinner ready?"
Fantine: "Yes ma'am, I've made stew and hash browns, quick salads, and if that's not enough, pasta and squash."
Jenny: "Sounds good. Let's eat something simple. I don't feel too hungry. I'll wait until Dr. Watson comes back. Is the hot water ready?"
Fantine: "Well... would you like to take a bath now?"
Jenny: "Put me some hot water, I'm so exhausted. Can you bring me another glass of red wine?"
Fantine: "Yes, ma'am."
Jenny was soaking in the bathtub while tasting wine. She was so comfortable that she almost didn't fall asleep. She didn't want to get up until the added hot water became cold and her skin turned white and wrinkled.It was already dark at this time, and there was no candle lit. In the dark, Jenny felt that she should actually lie in bed and have a good sleep immediately, instead of climbing to the first floor to have some dinner.
"Mrs. Hudson, it's time for dinner. Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson have already gone down." Cosette knocked on the door and shouted loudly.
"Okay, Cosette, you come in first." Jenny walked into the living room and said loudly while fastening the belt of her bathrobe.
Cosette came in with a candle and the homework that Jenny had assigned before she left. "Mrs. Hudson, it's time to eat." She put the notebook on the table, "This is homework, I've finished it."
"Finished?" Jenny was a little surprised, because she didn't confirm the time of her return. In fact, she assigned homework for ten days, but she didn't expect Cosette to finish it all.Jenny flipped through it, and found that it was too dark to see clearly, so she put it down again, "Let's look at it tomorrow, I'll change clothes and go down."
Cosette had already started to light the candlestick in Jenny's room with the candle in her hand, but seeing that the fireplace was not lit, she squatted on the ground and lit the fireplace while Jenny was going to change clothes.
It's already quite cold in October. After soaking in warm water for half a day, Jenny feels her nose is a little stuffy... Maybe she's going to catch a cold!She simply tied her hair in a bun, pulled out a large woolen scarf and put it on, and when she was preparing to eat, she ordered Fantine to cook pot ginger soup.
Sherlock felt that the rhythm was simply wrong. He clearly wanted to talk to Jenny about moving the room after dinner... Why was he forced to drink a bowl of wicked ginger soup?Which wizard invented this potion?
"One more bowl." Just as Sherlock was livid and closed his mouth tightly to prevent himself from spitting it out, John wiped his mouth boldly and asked for another bowl.
"Yes, Dr. Watson." Fantine filled another small bowl for John.
"I need this exactly." John touched his injured arm. He didn't know if it was because of the autumn or the cold wind blowing in Pemberley Manor. He felt a little pain in his arm. "Actually, it's not so bad, Holmes, there's honey in it?"
"Shut up!" Sherlock squeezed out two words between his teeth, and the smell of honey is even more strange, okay?
221b has two more patients in the past few days.Jenny had been soaking in the water for too long that day, and she still caught a cold, and John had a sore arm for several days because of the relentless autumn rain, so he simply resigned and recuperated at home for a few days, anyway, his private clinic has been completed, Ready to open anytime.
After lunch, Sherlock went out for a walk in the light rain, and when he came back, he found an extra letter.
"This letter is quite special. It doesn't look like it's from a fishmonger or a customs inspector." John asked lazily while sitting on the easy chair in front of the fireplace.
"I hope it's from an ordinary person, because it usually means more interesting. But this one, it seems like an unwelcome social summons letter." Sherlock quickly checked He touched the envelope, then opened it and browsed through it, "Oh, it seems that I made a mistake, maybe it's an interesting thing."
John: "Not social anymore?" John swayed in his chair.
Sherlock: "No, obviously business." Sherlock handed the letter to John.
John: "From a nobleman's client?"
Sherlock: "One of the highest-ranking nobles in England."
John: "Oh man, congratulations."
John stood up and shook hands with Sherlock solemnly,
"Thank you." Sherlock replied equally solemnly, "But I must say, what I care about is not the other party's status but the case he can provide."
"That's right, anyway, you've seen a lot of nobles." John rolled his eyes, "But this...Lord San Simeon? I seem to see his name in the newspapers a lot recently. Isn't he going to get married? "Maybe it was the word marriage that made Watson pay attention inadvertently.
"Yes, Watson, yes." Sherlock sat down across from John, "Then let's talk about it, you know, I don't read anything but crime news and missing person advertisements. "
When John was reading the letter, Sherlock propped his head up and said with a little finger: "This letter is from Grosvenor House, written with a quill pen. The honorable lord is accidentally on the outside of his right little finger." There's a drop of ink on it."
"He is going to visit at four o'clock, and there is still an hour, enough for us to find some information first." Sherlock jumped up, took a few steps to the door, opened the door and shouted: "Mrs. Hudson, Mrs. Hudson, please give us Bring me two cups of coffee." After speaking, he immediately went to the cabinet again, found a red leather one from a row of reference books, pulled it out, and opened it.
"Lord St. Simon, Lord St. Simeon... Ah, here, Lord Robert Walsingham de Vere St. Simon, second son of the Duke of Balmoral... Oh, medal! Sky blue ground, black center band Three caltrops. Born in 41, now [-], time to marry. Was Under Secretary for the Colonies in the previous government. His father, the Duke, was Foreign Secretary for a while. They Inherited the blood of the Anjou Dynasty, direct descendants, and the matrilineal blood is the Tudor Dynasty. Ha! These are not instructive. I think you should provide some more real information." Sherlock looked up and saw John stared at him dumbfounded... "What's the matter, Watson?"
"Uh...Holmes." John frowned and asked a question completely irrelevant to the case, "Actually, I have always wanted to ask you a question, but if you feel that your privacy is involved, you can not answer me."
"What?" Sherlock was still immersed in the case.
"I can understand that you still call your wife 'Mrs. Hudson' because you were secretly married...but...why do you still...live on the second floor? I thought you'd be moving to the third floor when you got back from Pemberley I went upstairs." If the couple didn't sleep together, would they still be called couples?If John hadn't personally signed the marriage letter between Sherlock and Jenny, he would have almost doubted whether the two were married.
Sherlock paused and explained to John seriously: "Jenny thinks it's better not to move now, lest she infect me with a cold."
John: "..." So that's it, what Sherlock said makes sense...Damn it, Mrs. Hudson has recovered from her cold, okay?Could it be that he made a mistake in his own diagnosis?
But Sherlock obviously didn't want to continue this topic. He flipped through the information in his hand and asked, "Tell me about the information in the newspaper, Watson."
All right.Although John likes to gossip, er, just curious, he is definitely not the kind of person who digs into the privacy of his friends.He flipped through several newspapers in his hand, and read out all the news about "Lord Robert Walsingham de Vere Saint-Simon" from them.
"Thank you, Fantine, this is exactly what I need." John, who was thirsty, picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"You're welcome, Dr. Watson." Fantine put down the teacup, teapot and tea, and put a cup in front of Sherlock.
"Where's Mrs. Hudson? I remember I said coffee?" Sherlock said unhappily.
"There's no more coffee, Mr. Holmes." Fantine said equally displeased. "After you damaged that dress the day before yesterday, Mrs. Hudson spent two nights repairing it. She drank all the coffee."
"Haven't slept for two nights? God, is she resting now? Is she okay?" John asked worriedly.
"Mrs. Hudson delivered the goods early in the morning, and she won't be back until later." Fantine bowed stiffly, and went down with the tray.
John looked at Sherlock reproachfully.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault, I've already apologized." Sherlock said unbearably.
"It's not a matter of apologizing, Holmes. Obviously you don't care enough about her." John said from experience, "You have to be sincere, such as buying a gift or a bouquet of flowers? You know, Mrs. Hudson's illness It's just right, and staying up late like this is not good for her health." John told Sherlock very seriously: "You are not a bachelor now."
"You're right, Watson, you're right." Sherlock said helplessly, "I will seriously consider your suggestion, but that will have to wait for Jenny to come back. Now, let's continue talking about the newspaper in your hand."
"Oh well," continued John. "Last Wednesday, there was a brief announcement that the wedding had taken place. The newlyweds will spend their honeymoon at Lord Buckwater Cottage, near Petersfield. Well... this is the missing bride." All previous reports."
"Before what?" Sherlock asked in surprise.
"Before this lady disappeared." John was actually very surprised when he saw this.
"When did she disappear?"
"At breakfast after the wedding."
"Ha." Sherlock had the usual smile on his face when he saw interesting cases. "Indeed, it's much more interesting than I thought. In fact, it's quite dramatic. Tell us about the details, Watson, the details."
"Well, I have to explain first, the material is actually not very complete." John flipped through the pile of newspapers for a while, and took out one of them, "But an article in yesterday's morning paper was quite detailed, let me Read it to you. The title is: "Strange Incidents at High Society Weddings."
John read the report aloud, and Sherlock stood behind the sofa and listened while thinking.After reading this, John flipped through a few more newspapers and found out all the information he thought was useful.
"It appears to be a very interesting case, and I do not think I should miss it, Watson. Oh, the bell rang, just after four o'clock, and our noble client must have arrived. Watson, Please stay here, because I really want a witness, even if it's just to test my memory." Sherlock quickly threw all the newspapers behind the chair, out of sight, and quickly stood in front of the fireplace Pick up the pipe.Just then Fantine knocked at the door and entered, and brought in a gentleman.
"Good day, Lord St. Simon." Sherlock stepped forward. "This is my friend and colleague, Dr. Watson. Please sit here, near the fire, so that we can talk about this matter. "Sherlock is usually soft on people who bring cases that interest him.
"You can imagine that this is a very painful business for me, Mr. Holmes, and it makes my heart ache. I know, sir, that you have had several delicate cases of this kind, though I reckon the commission A person's social status is not comparable to this case."
Lord San Simeon's tone of voice is very "noble", in fact his appearance and dress also make people feel very "noble".He was very straight and appeared to be quite educated.He has a high nose, pale complexion, and the corners of his mouth are unconsciously pursed. He also has a pair of calm eyes that are born to give orders.
Lord Saint-Simon was quick in manner, but his whole appearance gave an impression quite out of proportion to his age.When he walked, he was a little hunched over, and a little bent at the knees.The same was true of the hair, which, when he took off his high rolled-brimmed hat, was gray around his head and sparse on top.As for his attire, it was refined to the point of pomp: high collar, black frock coat, white waistcoat, yellow gloves, patent leather shoes, and light-colored leggings.He walked into the room slowly, looking from left to right, dangling the chain on the gold-rimmed glasses in his right hand.
"However, the client's social status is declining." Sherlock said kindly.
"I'm sorry, please say it again." Lord San Simeon's eyes widened.
"My client for this type of case last time was a king." Sherlock replied as if casually.
"What? I didn't expect, which king?" Lord San Simeon couldn't help asking.
"King of Scandinavia." Sherlock put the pipe back on the fireplace.
"What! Is his wife missing too?" Lord San Simeon seemed impatient to find an ally.
"Sorry," said Sherlock kindly, "I will keep the affairs of my other clients as secret as I have promised to keep yours."
John didn't say a word, quietly watching Sherlock pretend.Don't ask who is Jing Jing.
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