[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

Holmes looked at Miss Morstan: "You have a case."

Upon hearing this, Dr. Watson immediately became nervous: "Could it be the remnants of the Illuminati who are here to make trouble?"

Miss Morstan shook her head, and then took out the six pearls from the bag.

She relayed the situation to Holmes, and after the explanation, Holmes said thoughtfully: "You mentioned an anonymous letter."

"Here." Miss Morstan handed the letter to Holmes without saying a word.

After the detective took the letter, he didn't read it immediately. He first pinched the edge of the paper carefully, and then moved closer to the paper and sniffed it carefully: "Indian paper, interesting."

After confirming this, he carefully read the contents of the letter.While Holmes was researching the clues, Dr. Watson's focus was more pragmatic: "These six pearls should be worth a lot. How much do you think they are worth, Miss Mary?"

Mary doesn't know anything about jewelry.Not to mention that the daughter of a squire is no more knowledgeable than a retired military doctor, Mary herself has no interest in these luxuries: "I heard that the price of pearls fluctuates greatly."

Miss Morstan was a little relieved when she heard the words: "In other words, they may not be worth much."

Hearing this, Holmes reluctantly looked up from the letter and gave the pearl on the table a few glances.

He looked at it for a moment, and then said: "Mary is right. The price of a pearl depends on its origin, size and condition. Depending on the details, the price is also very different."

"How expensive are the six pearls that Miss Morstan received?" asked Watson.

"Not very expensive," said Holmes.

Miss Morstan let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had lifted some heavy burden.

"It's only about a thousand pounds." The detective added lightly.

Miss Morstan: "..."

Mary: "..."

What do you mean by "just" about a thousand pounds? !Co-authoring six pearls is comparable to Mary's dowry!

Are Victorian pearls so expensive?Given that Mary was not familiar with jewels of the era - nor of modern jewellery - Holmes's estimate was of course impossible to ascertain.

A thousand pounds!

Not only Mary was shocked, Miss Morstan and Dr. Watson were equally shocked.By this time, Holmes had finished reading the letter.

The detective stood up abruptly, sweeping away the boredom just now.He didn't care how much Miss Morstan's six pearls were worth. Holmes was more excited that there was finally a mystery for him to study.

"what!"

Holmes laughed and concluded with great interest: "You must meet the letter writer, Morstan!"

"That's why I've come," said Miss Morstan. "Can you identify the writer, sir?"

"The letter writer has used a camouflaged handwriting," concluded Holmes, "but at the end of several vowels, the letter writer still reveals his real handwriting. It can be seen that it is a man of high education, but this It doesn't explain anything."

As he spoke, the detective glanced at Mary: "Mary can use a typewriter to write letters, and the letter writer can also ask someone to write them for you. Therefore, the information that can be read from the handwriting is nothing but the letter paper he uses. This is an Indian Locally made earthen paper is extremely expensive. This is enough to prove that the person who invited Miss Morstan is from a wealthy family and must have been to India, or has a deep understanding of India."

"Does Miss Morstan know anyone who has been to India?" asked Watson.

Miss Morstan frowned.

"My father was an officer stationed in India," she said, "but I never met him."

As early as when Mary and Miss Morstan first met, she told about her life experience, but because of the change of Miss Morstan's identity, Mary didn't think much about it.

From this point of view, after a long circle, he came back again.

"Could it be your father," Watson guessed, "or your father's comrades?"

"What is it specifically, just go to the appointment tomorrow." Holmes said.

Watson picked up the letter and glanced at it, then grasped the important point: "The letter says that Miss Morstan is only allowed to bring two escorts, but there are three of us."

"You can go with Mary," said Holmes. "I will follow you."

This is another disguise.

Mary had no problem with this, for Holmes had disguised himself several times since he had known him.On the contrary, Watson raised an objection in surprise: "If you need to change the location after the meeting, you won't be able to catch up with the carriage, Holmes."

The detective raised his eyebrows, and without answering Watson, he opened the window and shouted, "Wiggins!"

His words fell to the ground, and within 5 minutes, there was suddenly the sound of crackling footsteps downstairs, and the sound of chattering and playing.Immediately afterwards, a dozen boys with shabby clothes and dirty faces squeezed in, filling the entire living room.Orphans and newsboys living on the streets.

The first boy raised his hand with special air when he saw Holmes, and all the waifs fell silent.The boy in the lead imitated the appearance of an officer, saluted the detective with great air, and said loudly: "Wiggins is reporting to you with the Baker Street irregulars, sir!"

Mary and Watson were stunned.

Although it is natural for detectives to have their own informants, but not long after Holmes moved to Baker Street, while he was busy illuminating the case, he even quietly recruited street children on the street, making them Be your own informant? !

"You can come in alone next time," said Holmes. "You can take the lead in completing the task, otherwise Mrs. Hudson will be very angry with so many people crowded into my room after a long time."

After finishing speaking, he took out a few shillings from his pocket and put them in Wiggins' hand, and announced the location agreed with Miss Morstan in the letter: "This is your transportation expenses, I need your help, Wait till tomorrow night to help me track down whoever met Miss Morstan."

"And you, sir?"

"If there is any situation," Holmes did not answer, but pointed to Mary, "report to Miss Mary."

"Miss Mary?!" Wiggins exclaimed in surprise.

"Miss Mary!!"

To Mary's surprise, after Holmes introduced himself to the little irregular army, the little boys who squeezed into the room immediately forgot their "rules", and surrounded Mary one by one, chattering Speak up.

"You are Miss Mary, you helped Nancy!"

"And the factory workers by the Thames, I heard!"

"Blackwood is such a person, I really hate it!"

Mary was bewildered by the boys' sudden enthusiasm, and she looked bewilderedly at Morstan and Watson, then at the children with bright eyes, and finally turned her head to look at the detective by the window.

Sherlock Holmes leaned against the window, put his hands in his pockets, and met Mary's eyes with a barely noticeable smile.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it: "Children on the street can be said to be the first-hand sources of information. Who would be wary of a street child begging? And the newsboy is the first person to know important news every day. Sitting in the office Our Baker Street irregulars knew of your exploits long before the gentleman reading the papers learned of Blackwood's arrest."

Mary was almost ashamed of being praised: "This flatters me too much."

Holmes hooked the corner of his mouth: "Children are the best at distinguishing between good and evil, Mary, there is no need to belittle yourself."

Then the detective told Wiggins a few more details, and after everything was arranged, he asked Watson to send the two ladies out.

Before they got into the carriage, Serena Wiggins still surrounded Mary with a few waifs.The coachman who didn't know the situation had to drive away loudly: "Go to the side and beg, boys!"

"It's all right," Mary stopped, "they're my friends."

The word "friend" made the boys "wow" one after another, and they became more enthusiastic, chattering and trying to say something to Mary.

The messy speech came out all at once, and Mary couldn't hear anything at all. She said dumbfoundedly: "Come one by one, or send Serena Wiggins to speak as a representative."

After receiving the order, Wiggins immediately shouted energetically, "Thank you, Miss Mary! I told them before that the women that Mr. Holmes admires must be kind and intelligent. Wiggins' deduction is never wrong!"

"Thank you for your recognition too," Mary replied with a smile, "I don't even know how to repay you."

"What are you doing to repay me?"

Wiggins rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "We help Mr. Holmes, and you help Mr. Holmes, so..."

"So when will you marry Mr. Holmes!"

Before Wiggins could speak euphemistically, the boy behind couldn't help shouting: "Dr. Watson misses Miss Morstan every day, we all know that. Holmes never talks about Miss Mary, but he is better than anyone else." Concerned about you! During the few days when your accident happened, he was near Serpentine Street and never left!"

Mary: "..."

Miss Morstan: "..."

All right, it saves the need to ask why even street street children know about this.

but……

"Is what you say true?" Mary asked.

"Well," said Wiggins, casting a sharp look at the boy behind him, as if accusing him of slipping the tongue, "Mr. Holmes has no intention of telling anyone that Miss Mary was seen by our friends in Serpentine Street. Anyway. ...Just like what this brat said, Mr. really cares about you. I have known him for many years, and it is the first time I have seen him care so much about a lady. So you should think about him, miss."

"You want me to be with him?"

"Of course," said Wiggins matter-of-factly. "Mr. Holmes is so clever and has a sense of justice. Although he has many faults, his advantages are even greater. You should consider him."

"Ah."

Mary nodded seriously: "Holmes didn't ask you to keep a secret. You don't have to worry that he will blame you, and neither will I."

Wiggins relaxed and smiled: "You are so kind, Miss Mary!"

"In return, I can also tell you a secret, and you don't need to keep it secret."

Mary said mysteriously, then leaned down and leaned into Wiggins' ear and said, "I love him too."

Wiggins' expression suddenly lit up.

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