In Mary's memory, the treasure from India did not belong to anyone, and the priceless jewels eventually fell into the Thames River. What Holmes got was not just an empty box.So she wasn't in a hurry, but Wiggins wasn't.The street boy dragged Mary almost all the way, insisting that she rush to the scene as soon as possible.

When they came to the pier of the Thames, a small group of policemen was loaded, and the launch of Holmes and Watson had just arrived on the shore.

Waiting at the pier together were Miss Morstan and Fred representing Scrooge.

Sherlock Holmes stepped off the boat with almost pompous steps, followed by Dr. Watson, and finally Inspector Lestrade who carried the suspect off the boat, and a box in his arms that was carefully held in his arms, for fear that he would be caught. Wrong little cop.

"Be careful," Holmes urged calmly while standing on the shore. "There are nearly 150 million pounds of treasure in it. If you accidentally fall into the water, no one will be able to get it back."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't say it, but when he said 150 million pounds, the little policeman holding the box even broke out in a cold sweat.

Inspector Lestrade reluctantly handed over the suspect to the little policeman, took the box himself, and handed it to Miss Morstan and Fred: "When we caught this guy, he was going to take the contents of the box Throw it in the river—rather throw it away than return it to its owner, and he'll be punished by the law."

"What returns to its original owner?!"

Upon hearing this, the caught suspect immediately struggled: "The treasure is mine! It is mine, but that bastard Sholto stole my things. I would rather sink them into the river than I leave it to you!"

Miss Morstan, who took the box, was taken aback: "You said the dead Major Sholto stole the treasure?"

Suspect: "That's natural."

Miss Morstan looked at Holmes: "Is he the murderer of the Sholto parents, sir?"

"Naturally," Holmes nodded. "Of the four signatures on the letter, only one belongs to an Englishman. So I think that the gentleman with the broken leg is the one whose surname is Small."

At this point, Mary noticed that Small, who was pinned to the ground, had a wooden prosthetic leg.

but……

"You said that Major Sholto stole the treasure," Mary said, "this is different from what we heard."

"It must be Sholto's son who is telling the truth," Small said angrily, "You are hired by him!"

"We're here to help Miss Morstan."

"It has nothing to do with the Sholto family," said Dr. Watson.

"Mostan?"

Unexpectedly, the one-legged man who was still struggling showed a surprised expression when he heard the surname: "Is it Arthur Morstan's daughter?"

"I'm."

Miss Morstan immediately said, "You know my father?"

Small: "..."

He immediately stopped talking.

When Inspector Lestrade saw this, he knew there must be something inside.He sighed, and grabbed Small from the ground: "Since you said we were deceived, explain the matter clearly."

Perhaps because he didn't expect Lestrade to be so easy-going, Small stared at him warily for a while, and finally looked away, looking at Miss Morstan: "Your father is a good man, miss. I was imprisoned at the time Among them, I used a pearl necklace worth a thousand pounds to promise him that we would share the treasure equally, and his first reaction was, this can be your dowry."

Miss Morstan's expression suddenly became very sad.

She took a deep breath and tried her best to maintain a calm expression: "How did he die?"

Small snorted coldly, and then explained in a rather regretful tone: "I also found out what happened after I came to London. After Major Sholto returned to London, he took the treasure alone. Your father went to find him Asked for what he deserved, but his heart has not been very good, and he died of illness during the quarrel."

Miss Morstan: "..."

Miss Morstan's expression became very pale for a moment, and Watson hurried forward, trying to hold her hand or support her to prevent Miss Morstan from falling unconscious after being hit.

But she held herself together.The red-haired Irish girl shook her head, and even managed to give Watson a smile: "I'm fine."

Mary was so distressed that she could hardly speak.

Miss Morstan in the original book, even though her parents died, she still finished her studies and worked as a housekeeper in a rich and kind family.Although it is not a rich life, it is also self-sufficient, which is better than living in a slum.

In reality, Miss Morstan is an Irish worker. She wanders the streets and lives a very difficult life.Not long ago, because of the Illuminati, two friends died in the hands of Blackwood.

Parents die, best friends leave, what are these things?

What worries Mary even more is that if the plot of "The Sign of Four" happens as planned, what will happen after marrying Watson? Within a few years of the marriage between Watson and Miss Morstan in "The Detective Sherlock Holmes", Miss Morstan died.After her death Watson moved back to Baker Street again.

Sir Conan Doyle did not write much about Miss Morstan. When Mary read this part of the plot, she was more happy than sad because the pair of Sherlock Holmes and Watson finally got together again.

But now Miss Morstan was her friend, the first friendly person Mary Bennet knew in London.She appeared earlier than Watson. Mary liked Miss Morstan very much. Should she just watch her die?

For a moment Mary's mood was indescribably heavy.

Miss Morstan didn't know what Mary was thinking, she looked at Small: "You said that the treasure was stolen by Major Sholto, what's going on?"

After hearing Miss Morstan's question, Small made the whole story public.

It turns out that the treasure originally belonged to Small and the other three Indian aborigines mentioned in the letter.By chance, Small got acquainted with three other accomplices, and the four joined forces to obtain the treasure.But it didn't take long for the matter to be revealed, and they were arrested, and it was Major Sholto who was in charge of guarding the prison.

Small offers Major Sholto a share of the treasure on the condition that they be released.At that time, Morstan and Scrooge, officers who were also stationed in India, had agreed to share the treasure equally, but they did not expect that Major Sholto found the treasure alone, and returned to London first, never to return.

Time passed, Officer Morstan died in an accident, and Scrooge was injured and discharged.And Small finally managed to escape, vowing to avenge Major Sholto and take back his treasure.

"But no matter what," Small sighed, "at that time it was agreed to divide the treasure equally, and Sholto broke the contract first, but Morstan and Scrooge did not."

Hearing this, Fred, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "You said that this treasure should belong to the private property of the local earth king."

Small: "Are you...?"

Fred: "I'm Scrooge's nephew."

As soon as Small heard this, he knew that none of the people present were enemies, and the last bit of resentment disappeared from his face.He sighed again and again, and finally replied: "Yes, it belongs to the private property of the local king. But those rich landowners bully others and exploit Indian natives. They are not good things."

Holmes sneered: "Stealing something from a villain is not considered stealing?"

Small took it for granted: "Haven't you heard the story of Robin Hood, detective?"

Robin Hood didn't grab the property of the rich to get rich for himself.Mary couldn't help laughing, this Small is also very powerful, he took revenge and imagined himself as a grand robber who robbed the rich and gave to the poor, the key is that he didn't see you distribute the property to the local Indian residents?

"You arrested me, I admit it." Small didn't care how others laughed at him, "The two young people present are also descendants of witnesses. You can share the treasure equally, but you must not give it to Sholto's descendants. people."

"I don't want the money." Morstan said suddenly.

Her voice is not light or heavy, but it has a lot of weight.After Miss Morstan's words fell to the ground, everyone turned to her in shock.

Watson showed an unbelievable expression: "Don't want this money? Your property is not fifty pounds, miss, it is half a million."

Miss Morstan: "I know."

The Irish girl's expression calmed down completely. She looked at Fred, saw that he had no objection, and opened the box directly.

The moment the lid was lifted, a dazzling array of jewels and diamonds fell into view.Mary was almost dazzled by those glittering brilliance, but Miss Morstan's expression was extremely indifferent, as if she was holding a whole box of stones instead of some precious possessions.

"You said that these properties come from the local kings of India, and the wealth of those kings is also obtained by squeezing and exploiting the indigenous people," Miss Morstan said, "then this is ill-gotten wealth to me. Every gram is covered with the blood and tears of local residents. I have been working in London factories since I was a teenager, and I have been exploited more than you can imagine. If I took this money, I and the squeeze workers- What's the difference between capitalists who squeeze us?"

After finishing speaking, Miss Morstan stuffed the box into Fred's arms: "Small gave the string of pearls to my father. Since it belongs to my father, I can keep it. But I don't want these. Sk Lu Qi thought the money belonged to him and asked him to take it all."

Fred was stuffed with treasures, and the handsome young man looked blank. He looked at Miss Morstan in shock, and then at the treasure in his arms.

After a long silence, the young man came back to his senses.

He raised the box: "Didn't Small want to throw it into the river at first?"

Small: "Of course! I thought you were from Sholto, and these treasures cannot fall into the hands of Sholto's descendants!"

Fred: "I see."

After finishing speaking, the tall and handsome young man exerted all his strength, and under the exclamation of countless people, he threw the treasure box into the Thames River.

"With other people's hard-earned money," Fred felt relieved, "let it sink to the bottom of the river, and I'm afraid my uncle will displease God with it."

"you--"

At this time, even Small, who intended to sink the treasure to the bottom of the river, didn't realize it for a while: "You, you... Scrooge is still alive, and you make such a decision, aren't you afraid that he will kill you? !"

Fred smiled wryly: "At least this proves that I really didn't get close to my uncle just for the £50."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Miss Morstan.

No, not just Fred, everyone looked at Miss Morstan.

The wind by the river blew Morstan's gorgeous red hair, and the plainly dressed Irish girl curled her lips. She nodded solemnly, as if she had dropped some hot potato, and she was relieved like Fred .

"It's best," she said, "at least I have my father's legacy, and I have his love."

After her words fell to the ground, John H. Watson knelt down on one knee almost immediately, and the doctor resolutely took Miss Morstan's hand before everyone could react.

"Miss Mary Morstan," he began sincerely, "now, I implore you, to consider again my request, which is to marry me."

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