[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

Mary and Morstan follow Inspector Lestrade to Scotland Yard.

Miss Morstan and other Irish workers had met Sherlock Holmes a few years ago. As detective informants, several hot-blooded young people also had conflicts with factory owners. Inspector Lestrade not only knew Dawson, and he was fairly familiar with him.

"It's just a formality," so Lestrade didn't really ask Miss Morstan to face Dawson's body. "You don't need to go in, just go through the formalities with the police."

Miss Morstan knew that Inspector Lestrade was kind, but she still shook her head: "At least let me see him...for the last time, Inspector."

Inspector Lestrade showed a bit of unbearable expression on his face.

The middle-aged detective of Scotland Yard had never seen such a scene, but seeing Miss Morstan's firm expression and slightly flushed eyes, he wiped his face in embarrassment.

"Damn bastard," he swore, "God had no eyes and let him run away."

The inspector said, patted Miss Morstan's shoulder in relief, and said solemnly: "Listen to me, Morstan, it's not too late to see him again at the funeral, I have seen too many similar scenes, Now is not the time."

Hearing this, the strength on Miss Morstan's face finally burst.

She bit her lip and seemed to be holding back tears: "I see, thank you, Inspector."

Lestrade cursed in frustration and complained: "Why do I have to do this? Don't thank me, Morstan, the important thing is to catch Blackwood. And you, Miss Mary, are you still there?" Want to see Wickham?"

"Yes."

Mary was sorry to see Miss Morstan's mournful look.Therefore, Inspector Lestrade made it clear that he was changing the subject, and she responded following the Inspector's train of thought: "I am a little curious, Inspector, Wickham is not a suspect, why are you detaining him?"

"No one has detained him," Inspector Lestrade rolled his eyes, "he refused to leave. He shouted that the police station should protect the safety of citizens. He is on Blackwood's death list, and Blackwood will come to his door." , he can't go home—with all due respect, when we found him on the altar, the Illuminati treated this guy like a sacrificial sheep. Wood looked back for the door."

Mary: "..."

Being able to annoy Inspector Lestrade at the first acquaintance, it seems that Wickham has indeed been frightened a lot, and even his ability to be lovable for survival is gone.

"I do go to see him," nodded Mary. "Where is Wickham now?"

"In the interrogation room," Inspector Lestrade responded, "I'll take you there."

When Mary walked to the interrogation room, before entering the door, she heard Wickham euphemistically pointing out that the food at Scotland Yard was poor in his usual polite tone.

Without waiting for the police officer in charge of guarding him to answer, Inspector Lestrade pushed the door directly: "I am the one in charge, tell me if you have anything to say."

"Inspector Lestrade—my Christ Jesus!"

When seeing Mary walk into the interrogation room, Wickham's originally polite smile froze on his face.He stood up in horror, tripping over a chair leg didn't stop him from staggering back to the edge of the wall.Wickham pointed at Mary and said tremblingly, "You, you're not dead yet?!"

Mary twitched her lips sarcastically.

She really wanted to return the words to Wickham exactly.Under the conspiracy of the Illuminati, so many victims were directly or indirectly killed in the whole case. In Mary's eyes, except for Sykes, they are all innocents—Nancy, Henry, and Dawson, which one is not kind? And a sincere person?

Why were they the ones who died, but not the liar and gambler who pointed at Mary and shouted in fear?

"Why," said Mary, looking coldly at Wickham, "may you escape from Blackwood's clutches, and no one else, Wickham?"

"That's—no, it's not."

Wickham's knees were shaking with tension.He cautiously looked at Mary for a while, looked at her healthy face, and looked at her shadow on the ground, and then said cautiously: "You, you are not a ghost, but a real living person?"

Inspector Lestrade sneered.

Mary: "...Inspector, please leave me alone with Mr. Wickham."

Wickham: "No, no, Inspector! I suspect that Mary Bennet was brainwashed by Blackwood, she must have come to kill me. Don't, Inspector!! Please don't go!"

When Lestrade walked out of the interrogation room, Wickham's voice changed suddenly.

But the detective didn't intend to pay attention to him at all, there was a loud bang, and only Wickham and Mary were left in the interrogation room.He yelled in fear, and then watched Mary pull out the chair slowly and sat down in great fear, without any intention of attacking him.

After confirming the safety, Wickham slowly relaxed a little bit, and smiled apologetically, "Miss Mary, I have no grievances with you, you shouldn't hurt me, right? You know, I almost became your sister—"

He still has the face to mention? !What a brazen spirit!

Mary's face immediately darkened: "If you dare to say that word, I will cut off your tongue."

Wickham immediately shut up.

Obviously both Mary and Wickham were victims in the underground prison, but Wickham's attitude obviously did not regard Mary as the same kind.

I don't know if he was really frightened, or if the members of the Illuminati said something at the altar. In short, when Wickham looked at Mary, he could no longer maintain the hypocrisy of the handsome and handsome gentleman in the past, but seemed to be treating something attached to him. Monsters in people.

"You, what do you want?" Wickham said stumblingly.

This timid look really bored Mary.

"You are right," said Mary, calmly. "I have nothing against you, but my sister Lydia and Miss Georgiana Darcy."

Fishing in troubled waters in various places, Wickham, who has tricked countless girls by relying on his pretty face, can't hear Mary's subtext.When her words fell, Wickham nodded desperately: "I know, I know, I did something wrong. You are Lydia's sister, so naturally you have to think about her. I will compensate you!"

"Are you rich?"

Mary sneered a few times: "Apologize to Miss Georgiana and Lydia first, and then talk about other things. Our family does not care about your little money."

Wickham: "And Georgiana? But I..."

Presumably he couldn't easily return to Pemberley Manor.Mary didn't force it either: "Then write a letter to apologize. It must be sincere, and you can't shirk responsibility, and you can't ask for forgiveness."

"no problem."

Wickham readily agreed to Mary, not just an apology.It's not a problem for a cheeky liar like Wickham: "I'll write a letter and apologize to Miss Lydia myself."

"Besides Lydia, and Mr Darcy."

"..."

When Darcy was mentioned, Wickham's expression changed subtly.

Although Wickham slandered Darcy everywhere, when his life was threatened, Darcy still paid for Wickham's father's face to help him repay the debt - nominally lent to Wickham, but Given his character, Mr. Darcy had no intention of repaying the money at all.

"I don't care what you do. It has to be legal, of course," said Mary. "You've got to give Darcy back the money."

"I can't come up with so much money for the time being," Wickham said hastily.

"Not at the moment, but always in the future."

Mary was indifferent: "You are still smart, Wickham, and lucky enough. I really hope you die in prison, why not you but Dawson? Are you comparable to a finger of Dawson?"

"No, no," agreed Wickham, "I'm absolutely no match. For the money I—"

"Since you're smart and lucky, it's no problem to make money legally," Mary interrupted him again. "It's better to pay it back than to lose your life, isn't it?"

Wickham whimpered.

Mary understood, and Wickham took her for a monster rather than a person.That being the case, Mary didn't bother to clarify.It was far better to scare Wickham than to keep haunting his own family with the cheek.

"Not only that."

So she hooked the corners of her mouth and raised a standard "Mary Bennet" smirk: "You can no longer appear in front of my family. No matter where the Miss Bennet and their husbands go, You have to stay away, otherwise..."

"No, otherwise?"

"Mr. Holmes and I have thoroughly studied the beliefs of the Illuminati," Mary laughed. "Have you seen those bugs, Wickham, what do you think?"

Wickham's face turned extremely pale in an instant.

His reaction had given Mary an affirmative answer.Wickham rushed to the table almost eagerly, and leaned forward: "Well, what about those bugs? I knew there were ghosts! Oh my god, those guys made me eat a lot of bugs. When I think of it, It's disgusting!"

Wickham retched a few times before continuing: "Miss Mary, please help me!"

Just know that.

Because the potion would make the "sacrifice" go mad and die, Wickham was not given the potion because of the sacrificial effect, but was directly stuffed with worms.

I'm afraid this is also an important reason why he walked out of the underground altar alive.

But Mr. Holmes has established that the worm and the fungus in the worm are not poisonous.In other words, Wickham just ate a full stomach of protein and fungus.In addition to the possibility of stomach pain and diarrhea due to unhygienic conditions, at most it was severely frightened.

It's abominable.

Mary wished he had died so that Dawson could live.

But things had happened, and even if she hated Wickham, it wouldn't help.In the whole case, Wickham was also a victim who was inexplicably involved. Even if Mary hated him so much that she wanted to spurn him, she couldn't deny the fact that he didn't do anything.

It's just that she doesn't want to see him anymore.

"I won't save you," Mary said contemptuously, "not only that, once I see you with my sisters and family again... I'll let those worms crawl out of your stomach!"

"Don't, don't, don't!"

Wickham retreated to the corner of the room again in shock.

He looked at Mary in great horror: "I'll go. I'll go after I apologize. Should I go to the North Head Office? Please don't."

"It's your acquaintance."

After getting the answer she wanted, Mary stood up calmly: "I hope this meeting between us will be a farewell, Mr. Wickham."

And she believed that Wickham himself wished so more than herself.

Leaving the interrogation room, Miss Morstan was discussing something with Inspector Lestrade after completing the formalities of claiming the corpse. Both of them looked unhappy.

"What's the matter?" Mary asked, stepping forward.

"I'm worried that Blackwood will retaliate against you," Inspector Lestrade said frankly. "It's not just a door-to-door attack, Miss Mary. The enemy is in the dark, and most members of the Illuminati have the right to be rich and do whatever they want with their eyes closed." It is easy to move the relationship, stop us from investigating, or slander and insult you."

——However, I am afraid that even Inspector Lestrade himself did not expect that Blackwood's revenge came so quickly.

On the second day after Mary returned to Irene's residence from Scotland Yard, Irene, who got the newspaper from the newsboy, almost broke into Mary's bedroom directly.

She handed the newspaper to Mary with a look of shock on her face, and when she saw "Philip Luther" on the headline, Mary realized that it was not good.

"Philip Luther was a Woman!"The real identity of the author of the suspense is an unmarried country gentleman lady. "

Blackwood even directly used his relationship to announce the true identity of Philip Luther.