[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

Inducing Captain Carter to take the bait is also a trick.

He had been tasked with destroying the contract, and had had several quarrels with Mr. Hamp about it, and he understood that Mr. Hamp was anxious because he had screwed up everything.

It would make sense, too, if Mr. Hamp tried to make amends, took the initiative to explain the situation to Mr. Bingley, and demanded the return of the unsigned contract.

Mr. Hamp, who was instructed by the detective, set the time for a secret meeting with Captain Carter after the factory closed the next day.

When the workers left and before Captain Carter arrived, Mary came to the factory in Mr. Bingley's carriage.She walked into the gate of the factory, but she didn't see the detective on the left or right. After thinking for a while, she walked around the factory building.

Then Mary found Mr. Sherlock Holmes in a corner behind the factory.

The detective wore a black overcoat with a jacket and tie of the same color buttoned neatly.Only compared with his decent attire, Holmes' actions are particularly "ungentlemanly".

He was leaning against the window of the factory, with his hat in his hand and his cane under his armpit. His tall and thin body was hidden in the corner, staring motionlessly at every move inside the factory.

Mr. Holmes has a dignified appearance, and his cold expression in the past always has a hint of aggressiveness.These characters put on a posture of listening to the corner, and their concentrated appearance looks particularly childish.

It's kind of cute.

Knowing that Holmes doesn't care about anything once he enters the detective mode, Mary still couldn't help laughing out loud at this scene.

Holmes didn't lift his head when he heard the commotion. He just put his finger to his mouth in a gesture of silence.

"Your footsteps are too loud," he said bluntly. "When Captain Carter arrives, he will definitely find your presence."

"I'll keep an eye out."

As Mary said, she hurriedly suppressed her smile, and walked cautiously to Mr. Holmes: "Do you need me to do anything, sir?"

Holmes: "Wait."

That was what it meant for Mary to wait outside the factory with him for Captain Carter to come.

The night was getting darker and darker. Mary looked up at the gray night sky in London, guessing that Captain Carter planned to come after it was completely dark.

It can only be said that it is fortunate that Mr. Bingley guaranteed, otherwise Mary would never have come here alone at night.

A single lady in the Victorian period could go to a friend's house at night, go to a party, or go to the opera house with her companions.But like this, without any company, going out alone with men in private—if it got out, Mary Bennet's reputation would be ruined.

Fortunately, Mr. Bingley insisted on keeping his promise.

He agreed to let Mary participate in the investigation of the case, even if he took risks, he was willing to bear the responsibility for her personal safety.

Charles Bingley, who is honest and sincere by nature, took the initiative to help Mary lie in front of the Gardners, saying that Mary was only invited by editor-in-chief Fred Hall and his wife tonight to have dinner at the editor-in-chief's house.

Mr. Bingley didn't even tell Jane about it!He just sent out his own carriage and asked the driver to find a place to hide after delivering it to Mary, and then take her home after the matter was over.

It is also the case that Mary has the opportunity to follow Holmes and wait for Captain Carter to take the bait.

——Sure enough, it was right to match up my sister and brother-in-law!

Mary weighed her toes as she thought.

"What's in the factory?" she asked.

"..."

At last Holmes looked from the window to Mary.

Mary is short and thin.The walls of the factory are tall, and the windows are erected nearly half a meter higher than the house, a full five and a half feet from the ground.

For a thin and tall detective, standing in a corner can give him a level view of the inside of the factory.As for Mary——she weighed her feet again to see what was going on indoors, and she had to hold onto the window sill to keep her sight parallel.

The always confident Mr. Holmes sighed upon seeing this.

"Hold on."

He walked out of the shadows rather helplessly.

The detective strode across the open space of the factory, searched around a few times, brought an empty wooden box from a corner, and put it at Mary's feet.

"That's it," he stretched out his right hand to Mary, "step on it."

Mary blinked, and raised her head following Mr. Holmes' bony palm.

They met each other, his sharp light-colored eyes were deep and dark in the dim light, but that was not intimidating, and Mr. Holmes' calm and confident aura seemed less aggressive in the silent night.

He was staring at Mary, seeing that she didn't respond, the detective raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"No, nothing!"

She withdrew her gaze and raised the corners of her mouth.

Mary felt that she was about to be spoiled by the male god, and she was almost used to the successive special treatment.

So Mary held out her hand generously.Her fingertips were placed in the detective's palm, and the man curled his knuckles and held her hand.

As the skin touched and the temperature spread, Mr. Holmes jumped onto the wooden box with a little force.

"I think it's all right."

He withdrew his hand: "At least you can see what's going on in the room."

The touch of fingers still lingered in Mary's senses, and she felt her face was still a little hot, but she was finally able to restrain her excitement.

Mary curled her fingers: "Thank you, sir."

The location Holmes chose was also good. It was backlit and had a corner of the wall as a cover. They could clearly see everything in the room, but it was difficult for people in the room to notice anyone here.

Therefore, Mary stepped on the wooden box to observe secretly without being noticed.

"Why isn't Captain Carter here?" Mary murmured in a low voice. "Although Mr. Bingley is covering me, if I come home too late, my uncle and aunt will still be worried."

Holmes glanced at Mary.

"So," he began dryly, "your plan for financial independence is to become a writer."

Mary froze.

Is Mr. Holmes planning to chat with himself about family affairs?Sherlock Holmes actually cared about other people's daily life?

Since he had already voluntarily pointed out this matter before, the topic of "financial independence" was once again opened up between the two. Mary was surprised, but she was not completely speechless.

It's just... what a shame!

Although the detective was the one who bluntly said that he was financially independent at the beginning, he would know about it sooner or later. Mary had no intention of hiding it from him, but Mary felt that she was not ready to discuss her creative content with Holmes.

However, it can be easily stated.

"Yes," she replied, "it's a good start to pass the manuscript smoothly."

"In which journal?"

"The Shore Magazine."

Mary knew that the detective's concern was not that she wrote novels, but that she wrote suspense mystery novels.

So she added: "On weekdays, I like detective novels. It is a surprise to be able to write and make money by myself."

Unexpectedly, when the detective heard this sentence, he said with disdain: "Those literary works are all nonsense."

Mary: "..."

Holmes: "True knowledge can only be obtained through practice. You have never handled a complete case alone, so how can you create a mystery novel that conforms to the facts?"

You must have a common language with Karl Marx, the founder of dialectical materialism!

Mary couldn't laugh or cry: "Jules Verne never went to the center of the earth or the moon, Mary Shelley didn't create monsters out of corpses, and Victor Hugo never saw a monster living in a belfry." .”

Holmes: "What corpse?"

Mary: "..."

Really focus!

As a person who loves reading, Mary always takes literary works for granted, especially standing in front of Sherlock Holmes, she subconsciously feels that the great detective knows everything, and almost forgets that Watson directly judged in the original book, Holmes's literary knowledge is basically zero.

"I mean," Mary had to explain, "fictitious plots are always needed in the creation of novels, otherwise, wouldn't I have to kill people in order to understand the psychology of the murderer?"

"That is why," sneered Holmes, "I call literature nonsense."

"..."

Even if you are a god, if you openly criticize Mary's other gods and goddesses, she will never forgive her!

Mary shut up angrily and decided to stop liking Holmes for 3 minutes.

Forget it, for the detective still helped her carry the box and helped her step on it very considerately, 30 seconds.

And when the two outside fell silent, there was finally movement in the factory.

The heavy factory front door was pushed open, and a tall and straight figure walked in.Mary paused slightly when she saw the shadow, and immediately forgot to sulk with Holmes.

Just by looking at the correct standing posture and vigorous steps, you can tell that he is a soldier.After hearing the door open, Mr. Hamp, who was staying in the factory office, also came out.

"Hump," Shadow paused between the machines, "you got the contract?"

It was indeed Captain Carter.

Mary had never paid attention to this soldier who had a good relationship with Lydia in Meridon. It was not until he walked under the moonlight that Mary realized that he was not a "red uniform" of the local militia.

His vigorous figure, watchful eyes, artillery boots, and muscular physique, his uniform and habits are enough to prove that he has been on the battlefield!

"Yes."

Hamp took out a document from his pocket and handed it to Captain Carter: "I told Bentley that if you don't plan to change the supplier, the contract is useless, so I can recommend it to others. He is kind and trusts in I returned the contract without thinking too much."

"It turned out to be that simple."

Captain Carter was very satisfied. After reviewing the documents, his tone visibly relaxed.

"Then, thank you a lot for your hard work," he said, "I will say a few nice words in front of the professor, and let him give you a chance to make up for it."

Hamp breathed a sigh of relief.

"thanks, thanks!"

He almost forgot what he was here for, and the factory owner said eagerly: "If the professor can forgive me, I will never forget your kindness!"

"forgive you?"

Captain Carter paused, and looked surprised when he spoke again: "I didn't mean that, the professor never forgives people who make mistakes."

As he said that, he stretched his hand towards his waist.

"The mistakes you made will naturally be made up for with death."

--Oops! !

Mary outside the window realized something was wrong almost when Captain Carter moved his hand. In this posture, he wanted to draw his gun!

Sherlock Holmes, on the other hand, was quicker.

The detective was tall and long-legged, and Captain Carter's tone changed, and he quickly climbed over the high window and jumped directly into the factory.

But even Holmes couldn't move faster than the soldier who was about to draw his gun!

The author has something to say: Lonely men and widows meet alone outdoors at night, rounding up to a private date, watching the snow, watching the stars, watching the moon, and talking about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs! ! ! !

Recently, I ran back to revisit the 84 version of Sherlock Holmes in order to write a detective story. Jb Fu is really amazing! !He is handsome, stern, mature, and childish, and also very narcissistic. In the "Navy Agreement", I ran away with a cane and stayed outside all night, and I didn't forget to bring flowers to Mrs. Hudson when I returned home. Oh my God, how can such a ginger flower be so cute and Sue automatically lie flat and ascend to heaven.