[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Newman Hospital in the West End is one of the best private hospitals in London, and it is also the most popular private hospital for wealthy people in London.The greening construction of the hospital is excellent. There is not only a small garden, but also an artificial lake in the garden. The beautiful environment makes the patients feel comfortable. The interior of the hospital is no different from that of ordinary private hospitals. The pure white layout is clean and tidy, and the air is There is a faint smell of disinfectant, but not pungent.

When Sherlock and Winsty arrived, Fiona Morrison was still being rescued, and her husband Sean was waiting outside the door with an anxious expression on his face.

"I am Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard," Sherlock took out a police ID card from his coat pocket, which he slipped from Lestrade when he went out, "she is my assistant, Vince Tee."

Winsty knew that Mr. Holmes was going to pull her to act together again.

"Hello, officer. What's the matter?"

"We are here for the murder case at the Grand Theater. I have a few questions to ask you. It's not convenient here. Since your wife is already undergoing surgery, the ward should be vacant. Let's go to the ward to ask questions." Sherlock There was an indisputable majesty in his tone.

Sean showed embarrassment: "But my wife is still being rescued."

"Rescue only requires the doctors to be busy, and waiting here won't do anything."

Sean looked at Inspector "Lestrade" in front of him. His eyes were serious and firm, and his words were sharp. Although what he said was true, there was a bit of inhuman indifference in his words.

"Sir, we are also thinking about you," Winsty showed a civil servant's official smile, her attitude was much gentler than Sherlock's, but she expressed the same purpose, "If you wait for your wife to be rescued before asking, Wouldn't it disturb your time together?"

Sean thought about it and thought it made sense, so he followed Sherlock and Winsty to the ward.

In addition to a hospital bed, there is a bed for family members in the ward. It is cleaned every day, and the lighting is good. There is a row of green plants on the window sill, and a table is leaning against the window sill. There is a stack of paper and a pen on the table. The top of the paper is marked "Newman's Private Hospital", which is hospital paper.

Into the ward, the question has not been asked

After coming out, Sean introduced the situation first: "I've been staying in the hospital for the past few days, and I haven't been to the theater. I don't know Elizabeth very well. I definitely didn't kill her."

His tone was urgent and fast.

With his hands in his bags, Sherlock circled the room, stopping at the table.

"Don't worry, sir. We didn't say that you murdered Elizabeth Lancenot. You had an alibi at the time of the murder. We came here to ask you a few questions. Why should you be in such a hurry?"

Sean sat on the accompanying bed, clutching the eaves of the bed: "You guys ask."

Sherlock's gaze remained on the stack of papers on the table, and Wensty, who was on the side, saw Sean's nervous expression.

Sean: "Sir, what's wrong with the paper?"

He wanted to get up, poked his head and looked in Sherlock's direction.

Sherlock frowned.

"Oh, I forgot to bring my notebook when I was leaving, so let's record it on this first." Knowing that Sherlock must have found the clue on the paper, and he didn't want Sean to know, he pretended to be a clueless person. Recorder with notebook.

Wensty walked up to Sherlock, exchanged glances with Sherlock, and told him that this side can be handled by her, and if he doesn't ask any more questions, Sean should be suspicious.

Sherlock finally gave Wensty a trusting look.

"Be more careful next time, there are not blank papers everywhere." He said in a tone of admonishing his subordinates.

"Understood, I will pay attention next time."

Sean sat back down again.

Sherlock: "Are you ready? If you are, our inquiry will begin."

"I'm ready."

"What position do you hold in the Morrison Company?"

"I'm the director of the Morrison Theater Company," Sean said, "but I didn't participate in the arrangement of "Macbeth" this time. You also know that Shakespeare's plays are enough to be classics if they are staged, and I have directed this. I have played many times, and this famous drama has lost its appeal to me, so I have been staying with my wife in the hospital for the past few days."

Every word Sean tried to prove that he was not suspected of murder.

"Then does your wife know about your relationship with Elizabeth Lancenot?" Sherlock threw a big bomb.

Sean, who had just calmed down a bit, panicked again, and couldn't even speak clearly: "What's the relationship? We have nothing to do... Elizabeth and I are just ordinary colleagues."

Wensty shook her head silently in her heart, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk relationship.

"The two of you use the same shampoo. Of course, this is not enough to prove that she is your lover. I can give more proofs. You don't have to rush to refute. There is a faint ring mark on your right middle finger , just a little bit above your wedding ring. This ring is definitely not from your wife. If it was from your wife, you don’t need to take it off. There is also a ring at the same position on Elizabeth Lancenot’s finger There are traces of the ring, and I found this ring among her relics, with S and E engraved on the inner circle of the ring, which are your and her initials - Shawn and Elizabeth."

Sherlock took Elizabeth's ring out of his pocket and threw it into Sean's hand.

"Does your wife know that Elizabeth is your lover?"

"I don't know yet."

"You won't let her know, will you? After all, you got everything from your wife."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"The staff in the theater said that you were originally the director of the play "Macbeth", but you had a big fight with Elizabeth Lancenot a few days before the rehearsal, and they thought you two had a creative disagreement, But in fact, Elizabeth is dissatisfied with your frequent trips to the hospital to take care of your sick wife, which caused you to ignore her and want to disclose the relationship between the two of you, right?"

"You're right at all, but does my quarrel with Elizabeth mean that I killed Elizabeth Lancenot?"

"No one said that Elizabeth Lancenot died at your hands. You really don't need to emphasize this every time. I read your resume. Ten years ago, you were just a Morrison troupe. An ordinary college student with an internship opportunity suddenly became the director of the famous play "Macbeth", why?"

"Of course it's because of my talent." Sean's face flushed red, and the hand that was clutching the edge of the bed was too hard, trembling slightly.

Sherlock didn't speak, and the attentive Wensty didn't respond.

Sean: "I'm the best student in drama school..."

Sherlock: "Really?"

"Of course, I get a scholarship every year..."

"None of them are first class."

"With my talent, I won the favor of the Morrison Troupe, and entered the troupe as an intern..."

"With my relationship with the school leaders, I was favored by the Morrison Troupe and entered the troupe as an intern."

"Who told you all this?" Sean became annoyed.

"The costume designer of the troupe."

The last time Lisa, the dressmaker of the Morrison Troupe, was interrogated, she told a story that happened in the troupe ten years ago. The heroine who played Lady Macbeth was changed overnight, and the original director also changed. Turned into intern Sean.

Sean didn't get a single good word from Lisa's mouth.

"It really is that woman!" Sean gritted his teeth angrily. Lisa never paid attention to him, and never even looked at him.

As Sean said, Shakespeare's plays would become classics if copied on the stage. The Morrison Theater Company has always been famous all over the country, and they are excellent in actors, props, costumes and stage sets. Sean's body is no different from pie in the sky.

But why did such a good opportunity fall to his head?

Winsty, who has been sitting at the desk pretending to record, has already got the answer.

"I have one last question." Sherlock took out two shredded notes, N and Y, from his pocket. "Have you ever seen such a note?"

"there has never been."

"Thank you for your cooperation, my question is over."

Sean's face was very ugly, and he didn't feel relaxed because the interrogation was over. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Today, he suffered the biggest insult in this room in ten years.

Sean only felt that the room was full of contempt. He didn't want to stay for a second longer and let his talent and personality be insulted more, so he strode out.

At the moment Sean went out, looking at his back, Winsty remembered the line in "Macbeth": what begins with injustice must be strengthened with crime.

Wensty handed the paper to Sherlock, and the white paper was already filled with words.

"Any more questions about Fiona Morrison?" Wensty asked.

A story from ten years ago emerges on this blank paper.

"no need."

The answer to the mystery has been revealed, but there is no joy on his face.

Sherlock suddenly grabbed Winsty's arm and led her out.

"We've got to hurry up," Sherlock said.

Two hurried people appeared in the corridor of Newman's private hospital, looking very reckless.

Passing a corner, Wensty bumped into an oncoming doctor. The moment the two collided, Wensty smelled a strange fragrance, and she felt dizzy for a while.

"Excuse me."

"Excuse me."

The two apologized to each other at the same time.

When the doctor wanted to ask if Wensty was injured, he only saw two swaying figures of a man and a woman in the bright sunlight.

At his foot dropped a small silver mirror.

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