"The Widow" Bertha

Overnight, the beautiful, decent and noble Mrs. Ward became the wife of a traitor.

She must have not slept well, and her face, which was always dignified and decent, showed a bit of helplessness. I am afraid that she has never been so embarrassed even when assisting Sir Ward in the busiest work, let alone in public, even in Scotland. In front of the field gate, I couldn't help but make a move.

After leaving Mr. Lancaster's manor, Mrs. Ward returned home in a daze. She couldn't figure out why things turned out like this, and she couldn't believe that her husband, the project she helped him approve, would be crowned Charged with premeditated murder, even treason.

And the next day, just after she arrived at Scotland Yard for questioning, Mrs. Ward understood everything after listening to the police narration.

It was her.

It turned out that she had inadvertently leaked everything and told all things to that Bertha Marple.

Mrs. Ward's wrist was tightly grasped by the foreign girl in front of her. She did not expect the other party to have such strength, and after several struggles, she could not break free from Miss Marple's shackles.

But Mrs. Ward couldn't care less, her anger had already overwhelmed her reason.

She thought that she had made a rare friend, although the other party was not of high background, but she was quite insightful.Mrs. Ward even gave Miss Marple a donation of £[-], hoping to contribute to the forthcoming women's magazine.

In private, Mrs. Ward often fantasizes about whether the two hundred pounds can be used in the key points, whether it can provide enough help for the hard-working ladies.

It's just that Mrs. Ward never expected that the illusory desire and longing in her heart would lead to disaster.

What should we do in the future?Mrs. Ward did not know.

All she knew was that the culprit was right in front of her eyes, but Mrs. Ward had nothing to do. This hateful woman was even appreciated and respected by the police.

"I didn't expect," Mrs. Ward took a deep breath, and said harshly, "I trust you so much, but I actually lured wolves into the house, provoking a wolf like you to murder my family!"

The accusation fell to the ground, but only a chuckle from the other party.

Bertha raised her dull golden eyes, still holding Mrs. Ward's wrist firmly.

"your family?"

She asked calmly: "Ma'am, have you ever thought about how many families your husband has destroyed? Sir James Ward's family is precious, so is the family of the common people in the Whitechapel District worthless?" ?”

"you--"

"Forty-three," said Bertha. "That's the number of deaths that the Inspector said could be determined from the laboratory log records. I don't know how many people can't be determined. Mrs. Ward, you are accusing me of destroying your family." Before that, you should calculate how many other families your husband has ruined."

Bertha's voice was hoarse, but she spoke quickly and clearly.The words she quickly refuted made Mrs. Ward stunned immediately, and the lady was speechless. In the end, tears rolled down her cheeks before the words.

These two lines of tears made Bertha show a somewhat unbearable expression.

And the change in her expression also caught Mrs. Ward's eyes.

"You actually pity me."

Mrs. Ward whispered, with incredible emotions mixed in her distressed voice: "Why do you sympathize with me?"

Bertha: "..."

The dignified and sad lady and the gorgeous but expressionless interracial girl form a stark contrast under the gloomy London sky.After giving up emptiness and arrogance, an insurmountable horizontal gap was formed between the two.

They are not from the same world.

"You'll feel guilty too," Mrs. Ward burst out laughing as she wept, "Okay, okay, that's great! Remember your own words, Marple, when you say it so grandly, you actually mean to Listen to yourself. The families of the 43 victims are families, so isn’t my family a family?”

"It's best for you to feel guilty. I don't care about justice or injustice. You will always remember that when you pursued the so-called truth, you also destroyed other people's lives."

After speaking, Mrs. Ward finally withdrew her wrist.

She didn't do any offensive work anymore, the decent noble lady let the tears fall uncontrollably, but turned and left with a smile.

Bertha watched her disappear into the carriage without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

"Bertha...?"

In the end, Jane couldn't hold back, and softly comforted: "Are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Bertha withdrew her gaze and shook her head calmly: "Let's go, Sherlock want to go together?"

Holmes stared at her impeccable face for a long time, and then suddenly said out of nowhere: "No wonder."

Bertha: "What?"

Holmes: "What, please go ahead, I will visit South Bank Street later."

No wonder this lady was able to go with Mike.

……

Back at No. 23 South Bank Street, and getting out of the carriage, Miss Jane Eyre all worried, "Bertha, are you really okay?"

Bertha looked up in astonishment: "What?"

Jane: "The thing about Mrs. Ward..."

She smiled indifferently: "It's okay."

If Bertha was so easily hurt by others, she would not be able to be a reporter, nor would she be able to decide to burn the manor immediately after time travel.

No matter how ugly the lady's accusation is, it must be respectable. In the past, when Bertha picked up the news, when people pointed their noses at the matriarchal family and scolded the matriarchal family three times, didn't they resign with a glass heart.

If I had to say it, her guilt came from the fact that she was destined not to be friends with Mrs. Ward, such a smart and transparent lady, no one wanted to hurt her.

But it was Bertha who ruined her family?Obviously her own husband.

So after getting off the carriage, Bertha no longer cared what Mrs. Ward had said, and she cared more about Sherlock Holmes going to Scotland Yard to steal evidence.

The carriages of the two ladies rattled, but they were a step behind Holmes.

After the three entered and sat down, Bertha asked the maid Minnie to pour tea for her, and then asked, "What did you bring back? Tea or coffee?"

"No, thank you."

Holmes didn't have the leisurely mood to drink tea with others, and the young detective didn't even sit down, and simply stood in front of Bertha and Jane and explained directly: "I think Thomas Thames has tied Sykes back to Dr. Long. I'm telling you, ma'am. After seeing my forged mural, Dr. Long has been in a bad state of mind."

Bertha: "I would venture to assume that you have had useful information before this."

Holmes: "I got it, but it's not enough."

"how to say?"

"The drug created by Dr. Long can nominally be used on the front line of the war, with the purpose of adding a ray of life to soldiers who are seriously injured and dying. But when I questioned the cost of the drug, it is impossible to use it for ordinary soldiers on the front line, other researchers in the laboratory said The truth. The use of these drugs is related to the animals in the secret room."

Animals in the Chamber of Secrets?

Bertha just listened to Thomas and Holmes relay the scene, not knowing exactly what happened.Hearing this, she paused slightly after taking the teacup from Minnie, and then asked, "What happened to the animals in the secret room?"

Holmes: "I don't know."

Bertha: "..."

Okay, even you don't know, it seems that this matter is indeed endless.

"Strictly speaking, the experimental animals that Thomas Thames and I saw should be the result of stitching, but... because I didn't get in touch with the experimental body for the first time, I didn't find any traces of stitching just by looking at it with the naked eye. .”

"Then?"

"And that's it."

Only then did Sherlock Holmes take out the physical evidence stolen earlier.

He was straightforward, but tore a few pieces of paper. Even if Inspector Lestrade checked carefully afterwards, he might not be able to find that someone had torn it deliberately later.

Bertha took the paper and saw the familiar symbol at a glance.

"This is it," Jane said in surprise, "Colonel Dent's cufflinks and Sir Ward's letter from home all have this symbol engraved on them."

"This symbol has two meanings in an ancient civilization that has lost its name, one of which is 'light'."

"What about the other kind?"

"It's a reference to some kind of creature."

Light and living things?

Even Bertha couldn't help being confused after hearing such meaning.

"So far, I haven't found out why a symbol can represent light and a certain kind of creature, but judging from the research log of Dr. The creatures with the same word come from outer space and are high-level creatures, which will eventually guide the creatures on the earth into a more noble form of life."

"This……"

Even in the 21st century, Bertha has never heard of any country that has discovered alien creatures in the true sense.Therefore, these studies made her sound extremely absurd, and she could only infer from Sherlock Holmes' thinking: "In other words, the animals in the secret room are in a state after being influenced by this symbol, that is, this creature?"

"At least in theory, but I don't think they have captured this 'creature'," Holmes concluded. "The medicine is nothing more than to prolong the life of the experimental animals. The animals in the secret room are all lingering, and they can't live long."

When these words fell to the ground, Miss Jane Eyre showed an unbelievable expression, and she asked softly, "Mr. Holmes, do you believe their research?"

"It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not," Holmes replied calmly, "It's just that this symbol represents the Society for Truth, which proves that the huge organization is directly related to this research. The online launch is nothing more than the beginning.”

"And you, Mrs. Thames, you and my brother have eradicated the influence of the Truth Society in London, and you will inevitably face fierce revenge in the future. Are you ready?"

What Sherlock Holmes said was close to questioning, but Bertha only curled the corners of her lips.

"Not yet," she said with a smile, "but close."

Holmes understood: "Thomas Thames?"

Bertha: "Of course."

The Irish, dressed in the skin of a Londoner, have been waiting for this moment for an unknown amount of time.

Sitting in his apartment, Thomas Thames pondered for a while, then stood up and walked to the narrow bedroom.He just partitioned the master bedroom a while ago, because the eldest sister has reached puberty and should have her own space.

Thomas opened the drawer beside the bed, and the firearm that reflected the cold light was placed on top.

He finally had a chance to avenge Connor Thames.