[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

The attack on Watson proved that the clues he investigated in the slums were basically of certain value.

Sykes' party originally made a considerable amount of money from selling drug powder, but for the most vicious gangsters, this was not enough.If he hadn't been involved in framing Oliver, he wouldn't have died at all.

Now the old Jew Fagan has been hanged, Sykes died tragically, and his companions were also executed.Holmes and Watson are looking for clues in turn based on the people who bought the drug powder, and they have found some clues.

Mary thought about it, and thought of a party who might know.

She wrote a letter to Charlie Berry--the boy who admired Nancy because of Nancy's death and Sykes' desperation.Not long ago, he took Mary's letter of introduction and went south to Meryton. Now he lives with little Geoffrey, taking care of his mother while working as a day laborer in the nearby countryside.

The reply was written by Mr. Bennet himself on Charley's behalf.

"I don't know what a devil's heel is, but Sykes did sell drug powder," Charlie Berry conveyed the news to Mary through Mr. Bennet's pen. Fagan didn't let him get involved. But because of this, the old Jew sent me to secretly follow Sykes, and the person who sold his drug powder had a fixed trading place with him, which was in a house in the parish of Whitechapel. The address is as follows."

Charlie Berry gave the address in detail.

Then, the young man's conversation changed, and even through Mr. Bennet's calm handwriting, Mary could read the brisk youthful breath between the lines.

"I had a great time in Meryton, Miss Mary, and I really don't know how to thank you and repay you," the boy relayed. Who doesn’t like bright young people? Now I’m still learning to read with the pastor in Meryton. He appreciates me very much, saying that as long as a young man like me works hard, it’s not a problem to have a piece of land of his own when he grows up. "

Then at the end of the letter, as if to prove himself, Charlie Berry signed his name in a serious manner.

Mary looked at the crooked handwriting and laughed out loud.

I didn't expect this young man to be quite narcissistic, but self-confidence is a good thing.Moreover, for providing such useful information, Mary should thank him in return.

Without saying a word, she passed the clues to Holmes and Watson.

The detective and his friends quickly found the house. It was a dilapidated and dirty two-story building standing in the midst of a series of slums. Except that no one had been there for a long time, there was nothing unusual about it.

No one lives here, no one works here, and it looks like it was bought for a secret transaction.Following this clue, Holmes found the buyer, the vicar of Whitechapel, without much effort.

A week ago, the whole case was still stagnant at the progress of losing clues. A week later, almost all the circumstances became clear.

"Are you going too? I don't think the absence of two ladies will prevent Holmes and Mr. Watson from catching the priest, and the Irish workers will help."

In Irene's villa, seeing Mary quickly put on coarse clothes, Ms. Irene Adler said very worriedly: "If it was in the past, I would never stop you, but the Illuminati sent people to attack Watson first." , it's too dangerous."

"Without me, those brats are even more dangerous," Miss Morstan spread her hands, "Especially that idiot Dawson, I'm afraid he will do something outrageous on the spur of the moment."

That's true.

Mary had seen the scene where a group of passionate youths ran to the factory gate to make trouble when Henry was fired from the factory.Among the Irish workers, although Mary Morstan was an unmarried girl, she wandered the streets all the year round and possessed extraordinary insights. It was not surprising that she was the head of the whole group.

And Dawson is Henry's best friend, and he also took the lead in the factory riot last time.

For him to bump into the source of the devil's heel drug powder... Miss Morstan's worry is also justified.

Hearing what she said, Irene couldn't help but look at Mary.

"I have to go too," Mary vowed, "I'll help Miss Morstan!"

"..."

Erin was a little dumbfounded.

But even if Mary didn't say it, Irene could understand why she insisted.

As a part of the tracking incident, if she does not participate in the key pursuit, Mary will inevitably have a gap in information with Mr. Holmes.Who knows what will happen after the priest is caught, once any link is half a step late, there is always the possibility of accidents.

Therefore, since Mary Bennet has been following the situation until now, even if it is just for her safety, it is better to get the information at the first time than not to know anything.

"Be careful," Irene warned, "I'll wait for you here."

"You have to be careful too."

Mary didn't forget that Irene was also involved: "You have got the key clue, Irene, please keep a low profile as much as possible during this time, and don't let the members of the Illuminati follow you."

After finishing speaking, she and Miss Morstan bid farewell to Irene and went straight to the slums.

When they arrived at the appointed place, the two gentlemen had already been waiting there.

In order to deceive others, Sherlock Holmes put on his workman's clothes.What is even more surprising is that not even Dr. Watson is wearing his neat suit jacket.

The thin detective wore a denim jacket and a ochre-colored cotton scarf around his neck like the workmen.The well-dressed doctors on weekdays only wore white shirts with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and there was nothing wrong with it.Although the demeanor and imposing manners of the two men will not change the clothes, but after changing their attire...well, they are handsome in line with the Whitechapel neighborhood.

"You are here!"

Dr. Watson subconsciously wanted to take off his hat as a polite gesture, but when he raised his hand to the top of his head, he realized that he was not wearing a hat.

He smiled helplessly: "Excuse me for being rude, ladies."

Mary pursed her lips: "You haven't waited long, have you?"

Watson: "No, we have just arrived."

Holmes: "Morstan, you go and take the Irish workers to the pastor's residence. After Watson and I enter the door, please take them in as soon as you hear my instructions."

"and many more."

Apparently, Miss Morstan has done more than once to bring someone into the door.When she heard Holmes' words, she raised an objection almost immediately: "I know what the pastor's residence looks like. Although his living room is on the first floor, it's impossible for me to squat around with a group of people scattered in the streets and alleys. We can't hear you shouting."

"That's why Miss Mary Bennet must be present."

Holmes turned his gaze to Mary: "Miss Mary, please wait outside the living room wall when we enter the door."

Mary: "...OK."

So this time she was the only one listening to the corner.

And Dr. Watson didn't seem to be able to see that Mary was depressed, he looked Mary up and down, and seriously commented: "Only Miss Mary is the most suitable size."

Mary: "..."

What's wrong with being short, do you want to eat your food?

Mary was somewhat reconciled to being assigned the task of exposing the wind—you must know that Mr. Holmes never refused Mary's participation in the operation when he tracked down Captain Carter and Colonel Moran.

Of course, Mary didn't raise any objections whether she was willing to return or not.

Since Mr. Holmes is not going to let her follow in the door, it is enough to prove that he thinks there may be danger later.

So when they got near the pastor's house, Mary obediently found a suitable place to listen to the corner.Not only that, she thought for a while, and pulled Dawson over.

Such two plainly dressed young people talking and chatting near the building seemed more natural than her standing alone.

After everything was deployed, Holmes and Watson directly knocked on the priest's door.

When Mary saw Sir Blackwood at Whitechapel, he explained that he had come to see the vicar.So before that, the jazz and the pastor probably knew each other.

The relationship turned around in Mary's mind, and the door opened.

The local vicar was a young man who looked to be about the age of Mary's cousin Collins.He looked suspiciously at Holmes and Watson who were disguised: "Gentlemen, who are you looking for?"

"Reverend Alison?" Holmes asked.

He tuned his pronunciation to blur his own accent, making his way of speaking resemble Cockney without belonging to any dialect.

Pastor Alison nodded: "What's the matter?"

Holmes: "I think you know our reason for coming. In recent days, there should be quite a few people like us who have come to our door in person."

Pastor Alison immediately showed a look of vigilance.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, about to close the door, "you guys go away."

Watson reacted promptly and directly stuck the door with his feet.Holmes also pressed the door of the room, and quickly said: "The medicine sellers have all entered the stone urn, either on the treadmill, or can't get on and off, how can these diners who are useless live? (The medicine powder sellers have all entered. Prison, exile or hanged. What about hallucinogen users without drug powder)”

Mary:?

It was clearly in English, but Mary couldn't understand what Holmes was saying. She looked at Dawson blankly, and the Irish worker lip-synced: slang.

Ok.

That being the case, Mary is not curious.

She didn't understand anyway, but Reverend Allison did.

"Are you diners?" he asked.

"The peddler eats the meat," said Holmes, "and we'll take a few cocks and sparrows to make a profit (Sykes makes a lot of money, we only make a few shillings and pence)"

The implication is: Anyway, Sykes is dead now, those people who can’t even count as servants have no money to make, and your drug powder can’t be sold, why don’t you just give him the medicine directly to replace Sykes Adams' work.

"How to sell it, I don't care." Pastor Alison naturally understood the subtext, and said in a bad mood.

Holmes smiled apologetically.

I am afraid that it is only on such occasions that the normally stern detective can be seen showing a flattering expression. He grabbed his workman's cap and said with a smile: "Everything can be discussed, please discuss it carefully."

Pastor Allison said nothing.

He was still very vigilant, but he didn't close the door forcefully.The pastor hesitated for a long time, and then reluctantly opened a gap for Holmes and Watson: "Come in and talk."

The first level is finally over!

Mary's heart suddenly lifted.

The detective and the doctor walked in, and Mary and Dawson leaned against the window of the living room at the same time, only to hear the pastor's voice coming from the entrance of the house: "Clean your shoes before entering the door."

Holmes muttered: "These are new shoes for me."

Pastor Alison's voice was extremely disgusting: "It seems that we have different definitions of new shoes... Forget it, you can come in barefoot."

When the three of them arrived in the living room, the pastor didn't intend to invite the two guests dressed as poor people to sit down.On the contrary, Mr. Holmes dutifully played the role of a villain's servant, and before the pastor could speak, he said carelessly, "We can smoke, right?"

"Don't...forget it."

Pastor Alison was very helpless: "Wait until I open the window."

Mary:!

Mary and Dawson looked at each other outside the window, then bent over.

The window of the living room was opened directly, and then there was the sound of footsteps, and Mr. Holmes walked to the window.He pretended to glance out of the window unintentionally, and lowered his head.

Their eyes met, and Holmes' gaze collided with Mary, then he looked away as if nothing had happened, and took out his cigarette.

"It's not that I don't want to sell medicine," Pastor Alison said, "do you think I don't want to make money? That idiot Sykes, the Illuminati's money is not enough, and he wants to get involved in some 'big case'. Say yes Kidnapping a child and getting paid for it ended up killing people. Well, he just got the people from Scotland Yard and Sir Blackwood was so mad that he even came to me and said he was going to kill him himself !"

"Blackwood or whitewood," said Holmes with deliberate disdain. "If he is so capable, why should he be afraid of the police?"

"I don't understand even if I tell you."

"Then tell me something we understand," Holmes laughed indifferently. "We all know Sykes' path. You and that Sir Blackwood have a good talk. After the storm is over, consider us. It's better to pave the way again. Okay? To tell you the truth, Pastor, since you expanded the volume of goods for Sykes, we have done the dirty work and the joints with buyers, and Sykes has been lying at home all day long doing nothing."

"not now."

"Then the head office will be fine," said Holmes. "There's no hurry. Don't tell me you want to make money. If you don't fight for it, the money won't fall from the sky."

Pastor Allison said nothing.

She must have been persuaded, Mary deduced from the bottom of her heart.Judging by Pastor Alison's tone, he seemed to have been dissatisfied with Sykes for making a big mess of himself for a long time.That's right, who wouldn't resent a good fortune being cut off?

"Think carefully, Reverend." Holmes put out his cigarette, turned around and said, "You want to make money, and so do I. Isn't that—what's the sound?!"

A clicking sound from the cabinet sounded from the living room.

It was so clear that even Mary could hear it clearly. She felt a sudden in her heart, and almost immediately realized that it was not good.

"—Watson, watch out!"

Before Mary could figure out what the voice was, Holmes had already left the window.

Accompanied by Holmes' warning, there was an exploding gunshot.

Now, without Mary's warning, Dawson knew what to do.

The people in the room fought into a ball, and Dawson stood up straight away: "Miss Mary, go and call someone!" Then without a word, he got up and jumped over the wall into Pastor Alison's living room.

Mary didn't hesitate, turned around and ran to the agreed place, grabbed Miss Morstan: "Quick, the enemy has guns!"

Hearing this, Morstan's expression changed.

She immediately greeted the workers lurking in the streets and alleys, and went straight to Pastor Alison's house.Like Dawson, he climbed over the wall and entered the door as nimbly as Dawson, while the remaining sturdy workers took a little effort to break open the door.

By the time Mary and Miss Morstan entered, Holmes and Watson had subdued Reverend Alison... and the other attacker.

"Finally I'm going to catch you, bastard," Watson covered his face with one hand, and pressed the man in black robe to the ground with the other, "Where are you going?"

Mary subconsciously looked at the feet of the black-robed man, who was indeed wearing a pair of good Oxford shoes.

Unexpectedly, two people were caught.

She looked around and found a tall cabinet in the living room with its door open and knocked down. It seems that when Pastor Allison invited them in, the priest Joel Johnson, who had attacked Watson, was hiding there. in.

That "click" was probably the sound of a pistol being loaded.

"You guys, how dare you bring someone to smash my house," Pastor Alison tried to struggle, "I want to call the police!"

"Call the police?"

Holmes laughed and said, "Pastor Alison, you don't seem to understand the situation. Your companion has already shot at us."

The detective said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.Before Mary came, he might have fought with the enemy. Looking at the dust on his face and body, he probably didn't get any good fruit.

Mary hurried forward and took out her handkerchief: "Wipe your face for now, detective."

Holmes: "Thank you."

While he took the handkerchief, the Irish workers also helped Dr. Watson hold down the attacker.Watson raised his eyes and saw Mary handing over the handkerchief, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "What about me, Miss Mary?"

Mary smiled. "But I only have one veil, doctor."

Watson: "A pair of handkerchiefs doesn't matter, I fight with wounds, much harder than this guy—"

Before the doctor finished speaking, Sherlock Holmes directly pressed the handkerchief to his dusty face.

Watson: "..."

"Ah, I'm sorry," Holmes raised his eyebrows, "I've already used it, why don't you use mine?"

"........."

Dr. John H. Watson pulled out his veil from his pocket expressionlessly: "Thank you, I have it myself."

At this time, the Irish workers had already tied up the two of them firmly. Pastor Alison was still confused and shouted to call the police.The assailant, who was a missionary, was annoyed: "You idiot, who told you to let people into the house, this is Sherlock Holmes and Watson!"

"Varied--"

It seems that Joel Johnson is not the second ambush attack at the pastor's house.

Mary thought of this, and Holmes naturally thought of it long ago.

There was a bright look in his eyes, and then the detective strode up to the black-robed missionary.Under his vigilant gaze, Sherlock Holmes looked down at him for a long time, until the missionary's eyes showed some uneasiness, and then he slowly said: "Another failure, Reverend Johnson, you have almost screwed up everything!" , do you think Blackwood will let you live?"

The priest sneered and said, "What do you know? Holmes, if you were really as smart as the outside rumors say, you would have agreed to Sir Blackwood's invitation long ago."

Holmes said, "I didn't join the Illuminati, but I also know how Blackwood killed Sykes."

Joel Johnson just sneered and didn't answer.

He didn't speak, but the detective was not in a hurry to ask questions.It was only when the sarcasm and complacency of the priest in black disappeared and he began to speculate on Sherlock Holmes' intentions that Holmes looked away.

"The third of next month." He said calmly.

The priest in black shuddered suddenly.

"Now, do you think I know nothing, Reverend Johnson?"

Holmes still had a calm expression on his face, as if what he revealed was not a secret that should belong exclusively to the Illuminati, but something big news that had been announced to the world long ago.

"I don't know that the Illuminati will meet again on the third of next month," he said, "or where your altar is? Or, you think I don't know, every, every meeting of Lord Blackwood , every experiment, every summon, failed?!"

Mary immediately understood that Holmes was deceiving him!

The next meeting on the [-]rd, this is the news that Ms. Irene Adler just got.As for the altar and the experiment, and even the "calling" that Mr. Holmes said, it can also be seen from the purpose of Irene's request for medicine and the notebook left by Henry Deck after his death.It's just... Mary couldn't imagine for the time being how Mr. Holmes deduced that Sir Blackwood's experiment, or the summoning all failed.

However, it was not only Mary who was unexpected, but also the priest in black who was being questioned.

"You, how do you know—"

He was tinged with panic, as if he feared that Holmes had picked up clues in his actions.But members of the Illuminati are by no means idle people, and Priest Johnson immediately calmed down.

The priest looked at Holmes fiercely: "What's the use even if you know?"

Holmes: "An empty triangular frame is carved into the sewer entrance of Blackwood's mansion."

Priest: "You—"

At this point, Reverend Johnson could not calm down any longer.

"Don't go there!"

He roared: "You can't ruin the last meeting, the cultivation of adults is coming to an end, this time, this time Blackwood will definitely succeed!"

——Now, they finally let them know what Sir Blackwood himself was doing!

The author has something to say: Old Fu: Where do you get your share of Mary's handkerchief? ? ? ? ?

Watson: ...

Mary: That's right, where's your share?And you said I'm short?Have you seen this handkerchief, I won’t give it to you if you throw it away :)

Lao Fu:?you wait a moment.