[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 87

As soon as Jenny came back, she heard Lestrade talking upstairs. She covered her head and went into the kitchen, threw her wet coat on the chair, sat down on the chair in front of the fireplace, and put her hand in front of the stove. . "Fantine, Fantine," she cried, "get me a cup of ginger tea." First a cold, and then some "relative" came, and Jenny's ginger tea never stopped.

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson. Here comes the tea." Fantine brought over a cup quickly. "Would you like another cup, Mrs. Hudson? Oh, my God, your hands are so cold, let me turn the fire on." Make it bigger."

Jenny blew the tea to the right temperature, and poured it boldly into her mouth. She felt much more comfortable and her whole body was much warmer. "Have a warmer cup, Fantine, and bring me some pine nut candy." She sighed comfortably, "I'll go and change my clothes."

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson." Fantine took Jenny's coat to dry.

Jenny was about to go upstairs when she saw Lestrade come down angrily. He was completely soaked and stuffed a soaked and faded white dress into a black canvas bag.

"Sheriff Lestrade?" Jenny stood on the stairs, "God, aren't you cold?"

"Mrs. Hudson." Lestrade tried to make his gloomy face look better, "good day, I want to..."

"Have a cup of ginger tea, Sergeant Lestrade, to prevent a cold." Jenny looked at Lestrade disapprovingly, "It won't take you long."

Lestrade only hesitated for two seconds, "Okay, let's have a drink, this damn weather."

Jenny brought Lestrade not only a cup of tea, but also some pastries. "A new case?" Jenny asked.

"Oh, yes," said Lestrade briefly.

"So you think the lady has suffered? My God, that's too bad." Jenny poured herself a cup of hot tea.

"I really think so, but...someone seems to disagree." Lestrade said gloomily.Lestrade was also a little confused about his own psychology. He felt that he didn't believe in Sherlock Holmes's deductive method, but the facts always proved him wrong, which made him very unwilling...Obviously he was It's the sheriff, why can't he always deal with a wild detective.

After drinking a cup of hot tea, Lestrade felt much better.

"Fontine... Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, why are you still here? Aren't you very busy?" Sherlock put his head in, glanced at the table, and his expression immediately sank.

"There's always time for a cup of tea." Lestrade stood up and picked up the canvas bag on the ground. "Thank you for the tea, Mrs. Hudson."

"You're welcome, Mr. Sheriff." Jenny nodded, watching Lestrade leave, then looked at Sherlock who was still standing at the door: "Are you going out, Mr. Holmes?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock didn't seem to be in a hurry again, he walked in and sat down, "I originally wanted to tell you that I don't have to cook dinner with Watson tonight, and I planned to buy some from outside."

"Oh..." Jenny raised her eyebrows in surprise, "What about now?"

"Now I realize there's no point in abusing my stomach for someone else's sake. But I need dinner for five... hope it's a little bit good? After all that gentleman paid such a fortune to find his wife ...Maybe the result is not what he wants." Sherlock took out a money bag and handed it to Jenny.

Jenny opened it, and inside was a small bag of royal roses.

Jenny: "?"

Sherlock's eyes were a little uncomfortable for a moment, but he quickly said as if nothing happened: "I remember someone said that even a boring case should not be completely rejected as long as it is paid."

Jenny: "..."

Jenny: Family support is family support. Why are you beating around the bush like this?

Jenny: "I'm just saying now that I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time. What if I can't make it, my husband?"

Sherlock: "It's okay, we're not in a hurry, um...before nine o'clock, can you, ma'am?"

Jenny: "Yes, yes...but I'm only going to buy ingredients now, and I'm worried that there will be nothing good."

Sherlock: "Just do your best, of course we will eat whatever you do."

Jenny: "Isn't there a lord? Doesn't that include him?"

Sherlock: "Whatever, he's not a big deal among my clients. Don't take it too seriously, dear Jenny."

Jenny nodded in satisfaction.

Sherlock: Although I don't know why, it seems that my wife is very satisfied... I have to write down what I just said that made her happy.

Jenny opened the purse, "I have to give you a task, my husband, I'm afraid we need a few bottles of good wine tonight, but I'm not very good at it, so I'll leave it to you."

Sherlock counted out a few gold coins, "Of course, ma'am, I think these are enough."

Jenny: "I also made some 'juice drinks' this year, so I can try them next time." It's just a low-alcohol drink. It shouldn't be considered alcohol... right?

Sherlock: "Yes, next time." After reminiscing about the ones he drank last year, he looked forward to it.

Jenny put away her purse and looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock: "?"

Jenny: "Well... Sherlock, that's it. I've made new sheets and pillows... When are you going to move to the third floor?"

Sherlock: "Anything is fine...how about tomorrow, I'll clean it up tomorrow morning...well...what do you think?"

Jenny: "OK."

The two sat face to face for a while, Sherlock stood up, and Jenny also stood up.

"I think I'll have to go out for a while, ma'am," said Sherlock.

"How about a private name, Sherlock?" Jenny felt that the two of them were not called well.

"Jenny." Sherlock was kind, and he leaned over and kissed Jenny's temple... He had seen John kiss Merry like this.

After Sherlock went out, Jenny covered her face, secretly amused: It's not the first time she's married, it's like she's falling in love for the first time... What's this all about?However, Sherlock's performance seemed to be the first time, which made Jenny balance a lot.

John upstairs didn't know what happened downstairs, and he wondered why dinner was so late today, but the refreshment appeased his stomach...

At about eight o'clock, Jenny and Fantine took the prepared dinner to the second floor.

"Huh? Are you eating upstairs today?" John asked strangely.

"Sherlock said we have guests today." Jenny asked Fantine to arrange the dishes while tidying up the room.

"Really?" John rubbed his belly, it was really torture to see but not to eat, but today Jenny made delicious food.

Jenny was lucky today. She happened to meet a hunter who came to sell wild game. Autumn is when the game is fat. She bought two wild ducks, one pheasant, two quails, one rabbit and a whole wild boar leg. .But Jenny only made two ducks and two quails tonight, and she thinks dinner for five people is actually enough.

Game meat is not as oily as domestic ones, and the meat is very strong. If it is overcooked, it will look too old to bite, but if it is not enough time, it will not taste good.Jenny took a lot of work.

Considering the tastes of Sherlock and John, Jenny made pepper salted duck (guest? what guest? who cares).Stir-fry the pepper and salt together first, take out the pan when there is fragrance, cool thoroughly, and crush.Soak the processed duck in water for an hour, dry it, pat the breast of the loose duck with a knife, then mix well with pepper salt, ginger and green onion, wipe the duck all over, put the remaining pepper salt into the belly of the duck, and put it in a basin Marinate for a while.

At this time, the steamer comes in handy. The duck is steamed in the steamer for one and a half hours and then taken out. After removing the ginger and spring onion, the duck is cut and placed on a plate, and the steamed duck soup is poured on it.Originally, it could be done without cutting, but Jenny thought it would be more tasty.

The practice of quail is relatively complicated, but fortunately there is enough time.

Also need to soak for an hour to remove blood.Without broth, Jenny can only cook the quail with water and seasoning, and then brush it with sauce while it is hot and marinate for a while.When the oil pan here is slowly heated until it is seven minutes hot, put the quail down, and fry it until the color changes, then take it out.Then came Jenny's exclusive recipe. She continued to heat up the oil, then put the quail down again and fried it for the second time, until it was golden brown, then took it out to filter the oil and put it on a plate.

It's definitely not enough for five people to eat. Jenny also made a big beef pie as the main course.

Because the main meals are almost all meat, Jenny made black tea double skin milk for dessert.First add milk and black tea to honey, pour into a pot and boil.While the milk is cooling, in another bowl, beat the egg whites until foamy.Make a small slit on the side of the cooled milk skin, and pour the milk into a large bowl, leaving the milk skin in the original bowl.Stir the milk, egg white, and honey in the bowl well, and then pour it back into the original bowl, the milk skin left at the bottom of the bowl will float and cover the mixture.

After boiling the water on high heat, put the bowl into the pot and steam for 10 minutes.After the double skin milk cooled, Jenny poured orange jam and crushed peanuts on top, which was both light and greasy.

"Do I have to wait for Holmes to come back before I can start eating?" John rubbed his hands and walked around the table.

"I'm afraid so." Jenny spread her hands. "For this meal, Fantine and I will have pies for dinner down below... Actually, I made two pies. Would you like some, Dr. Watson?"

"Uh, forget it, I'll wait for Holmes." John was too embarrassed to snatch Jenny's dinner, not to mention he didn't have nothing to eat.

Jenny hadn't set it up yet, when a young man came downstairs with a small case of good wine, claiming to have paid for it.

Although he had just eaten a piece of cake, John felt his stomach beating like a drum.Fortunately, Sherlock came back soon, his expression was serious, but his eyes were shining, and John knew that the result would be as he thought.

"Are there any guests? Mrs. Hudson said there are five servings..." John actually wanted to say, "Can we eat?"

"Oh, yes, I wonder why the guests haven't arrived yet... Oh, I seem to hear footsteps." Sherlock stretched out his hands to warm himself, and said unhurriedly.

Lord San Simeon walked in without much politeness, his expression was very disturbed.

"It seems that my messenger has arrived at your place." Sherlock said with certainty.

"Yes, I admit that I was extremely shocked by the contents of the letter. Do you have sufficient evidence to prove your words?" The temperature at night was actually not high, but Lord San Simeon still wiped his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"The most sufficient basis." Since Sherlock dared to say that, of course he had already established the facts.

Lord St. Simeon sank back into his chair, and murmured, with his hand on his forehead, "What would the Duke say if he heard that any member of his family had been so humiliated?"

"It was purely a misunderstanding, and I don't think it's a humiliation." Sherlock sat down, "I don't see anyone to blame, although the lady's way of handling this matter was a bit abrupt...but in There is no mother at such critical moments, and no one to advise. You must forgive the poor girl, who is in a position that no one has ever experienced."

"I can never forgive her, I was shamefully played with, and I am really very angry." Lord San Simeon knocked on the table with his fingers, shouting angrily.

"I seem to hear the doorbell ring," said Sherlock, "and footsteps on the landing. If I can't persuade you, Lord St. Competent." He opened the door and let in a lady and a gentleman. "Allow me to introduce you, this is Mr and Mrs Francis Highmoreton. I think you have met this lady."

Jenny felt that the guests tonight were quite special. First, there was a gentleman with an aristocratic face, and then there were young people who looked like husband and wife one by one: the man had a resolute face, and the woman had an uneasy face.

They talked upstairs for a while, and within an hour, the aristocratic gentleman was furious, although he tried his best to hide it, came downstairs and left... Obviously he didn't eat. ==

Soon after that, the young couple also came downstairs... They didn't eat either. ==

"Why are we so busy this afternoon?" Jenny asked Fantine, "They didn't eat at all, it was a waste... Well, I don't think Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson can eat so much. What do you think? Shall we go and take some back, Fantine? I think it will be enough to save them both a pie and a duck, and the two quails for our supper."

"Uh..." Fantine hesitated, "It seems... not very good."

"There's nothing wrong with it. They can't finish it anyway. Don't waste it, Fantine. Go upstairs and collect it."

Fantine: "..." Is it me again?

Jenny: "...well, I'll go by myself."

"Well, Watson, if you, after all the hassle of courting and marriage, find that in an instant your wife and your fortune are gone, you will not be very generous. I think we look upon St. Simon's Your lord might as well be more lenient, and thank goodness that we don't end up in the same place one day."

As soon as Jenny walked to the door, she heard Sherlock talking loudly inside. She knocked on the door and walked in. The two men fell silent when they saw her.

Jenny pretended not to hear Sherlock's words just now, "Gentlemen, I don't think so much food is needed for dinner since all the guests have left, otherwise it would be too wasteful, so I decided..." The untouched plate, "I'll take these two ducks. I think two quails and a beef pie are enough for two men."

When Jenny went downstairs with the plate, she heard John complaining: "Oh, Holmes, look at what you said, it's all right now... I should have started eating as soon as I knew it."

"Shut up, Watson, it's not my fault at all, I didn't say anything at all. If you don't like this..."

"Hey, that quail is mine!"