Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Kelsey quickly steadied the horse, and suddenly there was a high-pitched cry from the rear carriage.

Hearing that people can cry, it's not a big problem, but she still asked, "Ma'am, are you okay?"

Across the car curtain, there was no response, only constant sobbing.

At this time, Old York, the coachman, hurried over and thanked Kelsey repeatedly. "Sir, thank you so much. How do I call it? I..."

Old York knew he had grossly failed his duty today.Fortunately, the two cars did not collide, otherwise I really don't know what to do?

Even if they didn't hit each other, it is absolutely impossible to expect the frightened Carlo to forgive him now.

"You're welcome, I just don't want everyone to get hurt."

Kelsey didn't introduce herself, she just did it, she couldn't watch the carriage crash into the crowd.Then he got off the horse, made sure that the coachman was all right, and immediately returned the reins. "I'll take a step first."

Kelsey immediately turned back to the side of the road, picked up the cake box on the small stone pier, and hurriedly ran in the direction of the escaped carriage.

When the two cars almost collided, the driver's face was terrified and painful, which made her a little concerned.It's just that he pretended to be a fat guy, and the layers of clothes he wore caused troubles to the tracking speed.

Here, Kelsey just left on the front foot.

Bentley rushed to where the carriage was, and got a better look through the crowd. "My God, what a family carriage! How are you, old York?"

Caroline heard her brother's voice, opened the curtain and got out of the carriage after a while.

Her eyes were red, but the tears had dried from her face.He smoothed out the messy clothes and straightened the soft hat on his head. "Brother, I'm not hurt."

Darcy also came to the car.When the accident happened just now, he and Bentley were on the diagonally opposite street, and it was too late to stop it.

At that moment, he looked around, but he couldn't see the bearded man who stepped forward.

"Mr. Darcy."

When Carlo saw Darcy, his heart suddenly felt sour.In order to meet, she was almost seriously injured, but she was relieved to see Darcy. "Fortunately, you are here, it is extremely safe here."

"Thank me? Not at all."

Darcy shook his head, the thanks came inexplicably. "I did nothing. Miss Bingley should be grateful to the young man. Where is he?"

Caroline held her breath in her chest, what she wanted most was to see Darcy, how could she have time to think about where the others were. "Old York has already thanked the other party. Oh, I want my brother to give me more cash."

Gift money?

Darcy blinked slightly, and Caroline's tone sounded more like a bounty. "I don't think human life can be measured by money."

Carlo Lin's pretty face fluctuated from red to white, and when she experienced danger for the first time, she couldn't even hear a word of comfort from Darcy.

"Caroline, you are tired, get in the car and rest."

Bentley felt awkward listening to Darcy, and smiled at Darcy, "Old York said that the bearded young man had just left and chased after the car that caused the accident. Today's incident is too bad, and the accident of that car must be held accountable. I want to Go to Scotland Yard and call the police."

The two discussed for a while, and Scotland Yard came.

Lestrade took Carter and ran all the way, tracking to Kings Street.There is a lot of noise here, and after inquiring, I knew that an accident had happened.

"Leave a way. The police handle the case."

Lestrade walked towards the scene of the incident, and met Darcy again by some surprise.Last time at Bar A, the two had a face-to-face meeting, but they didn't even say a word of introduction.The reason couldn't be simpler, the two are not the same kind of people.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Scotland Yard is tracking a robbery robbery. Can you provide any clues about what happened just now?"

Half an hour ago, at ten past three in the afternoon, a robbery occurred on Lavender Street.

Inside Benjamin's boutique hat shop, cash was looted.

According to the customer who reported the crime, he found the owner's son Bill tied up in a corner after he entered the store, and he is still unconscious.The whereabouts of the owner, Benjamin, are unknown and he is suspected of being hijacked.Passers-by saw a carriage leaving the hat shop not long ago.

After Scotland Yard received the report, patrol officers quickly launched a hunt.

It was determined that a carriage escaped from Lavender Street at high speed and followed the traces to Kings Street.There was almost a car accident at the T-junction, and the robbers continued to flee.

Lestrade looked at Caroline. He roughly listened to the crowd's discussion. This lady might have seen the robbers.

"Rooters? Are you saying that the carriage just now was driven by robbers?"

Caroline took a deep breath, and immediately recovered her usual arrogance. "I didn't see anything in the carriage. Perhaps, you should ask that bearded man, who ran into the robber with his horse."

Caroline glanced at Darcy secretly, and blurted out the unbearable depression in her heart when she thought of his ungratefulness.

"In the sudden chaos just now, the beard jumped out just right, and he was so fat that he got on the horse nimbly. I must be able to see clearly."

Lestrade paused his recording hand, and exchanged glances with Carter.

'Carter, why does this woman's tone sound like she's saying she's an accomplice instead of thanking her savior?Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe her? '

Carter blinked, 'Don't doubt it, Inspector.I can tell you without Mr. Bennet being there to confirm that you guessed it. '

Who likes being thought a fool?

Lestrade automatically ruled out the scene of being completely suppressed by the devil, and showed Caroline undisguised sarcasm.

His dislike of rich people is not unreasonable. Most rich people look down on those who are not as rich as them. Wanting to be respected is more like a ridiculous joke.

What is the story of a hero saving the beauty, the premise is that the beauty who is saved must think that the person who saved him is a hero.

Caroline probably didn't think about how much risk she would take to act bravely, but took what the bearded person did for granted. It was the middle and lower class people who deserved to pay for her.

In contrast, the devil, though heinous, unexpectedly treats everyone the same.

"Miss, please describe what happened objectively."

Lestrade raised his jaw and motioned Caroline to look around, "Although you are the person involved, there are so many witnesses. Do you understand?"

Carter lowered his head and suppressed a smile.The inspector's action was arrogant enough, almost like Mr. Bennet.

"Caroline! Are you sure you weren't hurt?"

Bingley snorted and rarely stared at his sister seriously, reminding her not to forget the reputation of the Bingley family.

Caroline pursed her lips, and looked at Darcy with a slight frown.

She raised her hand to cover her forehead, and shook her body, "Sorry, I'm a little dizzy, and I really can't remember what happened just now. The detective should find someone else to ask about the situation."

"Okay. If there is a problem, you should see a doctor earlier."

Lestrade's suggestion was sincere enough, as if sincerely looking forward to Caroline's recovery.I didn't bother to waste any more time, so I turned to Old York, the coachman, and others to ask about the situation.

Unfortunately, there were many witnesses present, and no one could accurately describe the appearance of the driver who caused the accident.

Some said he was wearing a straw hat, others that he was wearing a bowler hat.Some said he was wearing a crisp coat, others that he was wearing yellowed overalls.

In short, the sudden danger prevented everyone from taking a closer look. The escaping carriage made a sharp turn at the T-junction and drove away in the longitudinal direction south.

Similarly, people can't describe the rescuer clearly.

I only remember that he has a beard, is a little fat, and wears a hat, and I can't say anything else.No one but Old York saw the bearded man running after the wagon.

If you can't find useful clues, continue to trace along the way.

Lestrade and Carter chased in the direction of the wagon that caused the accident, and within half an hour, they met another team of policemen head-on.

"Oh! Lestrade, you can breathe a sigh of relief."

Gregson pointed to the intersection of Chris Street, "There is a carriage parked there. I checked along the way, and it came from the direction of Kings Street. But please allow blessings and misfortunes, and there is another bad news. There is only one person who is tied up, he passed out, he should not be the robber you are looking for."

The getaway carriage was found, but the robbers all ran away.

Lestrade was furious, "This is the first time I've heard of a robbery near Euston Station in broad daylight!"

"Why should you sigh. People who live longer may encounter some surprises."

Gregson made no secret of adding fuel to the fire, "This is your next case, and I won't get involved. Good luck, my Detective L."

"Inspector L, a rising star in the police circle, made great contributions to the capture of Jason the Ripper. He guarded the safety of London, and he vowed to be incompatible with evil criminals."

Reports like this have frequently appeared in newspapers these days.Although Inspector L was not named as Lestrade, no one in Scotland Yard knew who.Yas Kamiski was indeed arrested by Lestrade.

When Lestrade heard "Inspector L" being called, he couldn't swallow or vomit.

I thought that Kelsey's original words - if he didn't provide a foothold, let the newspapers publicize the Scotland Yard detective's defiantness; on the contrary, if he actively cooperates, he will make him famous in London when he catches the Ripper. This is just a joke threat.

More than half a month has passed since Jas Kamiski was brought to justice, and London has remained calm.

It never occurred to Lestrade that Kelsey would keep his promise.

Saying that he is unhappy now may be deceiving himself; but he cannot help but be angry, because most of the credit does not belong to him, but if he really wants to refute, he can't find a flaw.

He could only pinch his nose to recognize it.Continue to do what should be done and handle the cases that should be handled.

'Ah Choo—'

Kelsey sneezed as soon as he entered the house.The nose doesn't smell the irritating smell. Is there really a false legend that if someone keeps talking about you, you will sneeze.

It's not believable.

Otherwise, she would have nothing to do all day and just sneeze, because there will never be fewer people who talk about her in the world.

"In this day and age, the air quality in London is unbelievable."

Kelsey found a reasonable explanation. He ran too fast and his body needed to continue exercising.

Before, she was keenly aware of the abnormality of the driver of the carriage that caused the accident, so she followed the carriage and chased him all the way.

Apparently a man's two legs can't run as fast as a horse's four legs, so she was late.Some people came from Scotland Yard and took control of the scene where the wagon was abandoned, but the robbers had long since disappeared.

Since there were police detectives to investigate, Kelsey didn't stay longer.The person who committed the crime could not be found for a while, and as a bearded Andy, it was not suitable for him to actively ask about the case.

Scotland Yard should also have a certain ability. They cannot invite foreign aid every time, otherwise they will have to observe three seconds of silence.

Now, three seconds of silence for the chocolate cake.

After several bumps, it has become a mess, unable to present a perfect afternoon tea.

Even so, Kelsey still made a pot of milk tea.

Afternoon on the balcony, milk tea and chocolate cake, reading the suspenseful story of the new issue of "Chocolate Cake".All other issues are put aside.

**

East of England, Yorkshire

Croft Manor, tea time.

Mycroft sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying his favorite chocolate cake.

At this time, he didn't want to know why his dear brother didn't like sweets at all, and why he chose "Chocolate Cake" as his pseudonym, and what was his intention behind it.

On the opposite side, Sherlock was reading the thin booklet he had just bought, which had "Devil's Pleasure" on the cover.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows slightly, "Sherlock, you finally picked the right book. It's more exciting than 'Chocolate Cake', dare you admit it? "