[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

It wasn't until Captain Carter fell into a pool of blood that Mary realized what had happened.

She covered her mouth, suppressed the shouting and shock into her stomach, and then looked at the detective and supervisor lying on the ground: "Sir!"

Holmes: "Don't move!"

The detective first pointed out the bunker for the supervisor, and then retreated to a place avoiding the windows as quickly as possible, and he did not forget to remind Mary again: "Stay where you are."

"I, I don't move."

Mary was just surprised, she wasn't stupid.When Sherlock Holmes captured Captain Carter, she stopped in the faceless shadows. After Captain Carter was killed by the sniper, it was even more impossible for her to show up at will.

She even backed away after hearing the detective's words.

"Aren't you hurt?"

After the detective retreated to a safe place, Mary rushed forward to ask.

You must know that the sniper fired two shots in a row. The first shot only shattered the glass, and now the floor is covered with shards of glass. If you lie down directly like this, you may be cut by the shards.

Holmes shook his head. He glanced at Mary, and without further ado, he took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to her.

Mary:?

Holmes: "Your cheek, miss."

Mary blinked.When Mr. Holmes passed the handkerchief forward again, she took the handkerchief in a daze, wiped her face subconsciously, and looked again, and saw that there was a little dust on the white handkerchief.

"..." When did this happen!

Did she just walk in the door with a cat face? Mary blushed a little embarrassedly: "Thank you, sir."

Holmes: "That's all right. You wait here, and I'll go and see how Hamp is doing."

The tall, long-legged detective walked straight to the office.He didn't stay inside long, just to make sure Mr. Hamp hadn't been attacked or shot.

Holmes did not return to the factory hall until the witnesses were clear.

"I asked Mr. Hamp to call the police," he said, "it's not safe here, you go away first."

"How does this work?!"

At the critical moment, Mary can't escape.

Moreover, Captain Carter's last words before his death confirmed Mary's guess that the man behind the scenes, the big boss who tried to manipulate the cotton spinning industry, was James Moriarty.

It wasn't him who could have such a powerful professor. Mary was not surprised by this, but what surprised her was...

Captain Carter said what James Moriarty was doing was preventing a war that would spread throughout the world.And now, the First World War, which started in [-], is not too far away.

Mary didn't think it was just a coincidence.

But what has the cotton spinning industry to do with the First World War?By the time of the First World War, Mary had already entered middle age, had Professor Moriarty already foreseen the future at this very moment?

Countless questions came to mind, and the more Mary thought about it, the uglier her face became.

And all this naturally fell into the eyes of Sherlock Holmes.

There was a look of scrutiny in his sharp eyes, but Mary, who was immersed in thinking, didn't notice it, and the detective didn't immediately pursue it—now is not the time.

"You do have to go, Miss Mary."

After calling the police, Mr. Hamp finally plucked up the courage to walk out of the office. His hands were trembling uncontrollably, probably because he had never recovered from the stress response of shock.

But when the factory owner who escaped from death spoke to Mary again, the false politeness and enthusiasm before was completely gone in his tone.On the contrary, his solemnity highlighted a bit of sincerity.

"Don't let the police find you there, otherwise, tomorrow they will definitely come to your door to ask for evidence, and then everyone will know that you stayed in the factory with a few men late at night, which is very bad for your reputation .”

...it is.

What a trouble, Mary's head dilated twice when she heard the word "fame".

It is clear that Britain was already a constitutional monarchy after the Glorious Revolution in 1688, but in the years approaching the twentieth century, such illusory things as "fame" still bind women.

In this regard, the situation of poor people who have nothing is much better—Mary does not believe that girls from the slums will ruin their reputation by meeting lovers at night.

But since Mary enjoys a life without worrying about food and clothing, she must also endure the oppression brought by her class.

Mr. Hamp was a little older than Mr. Bingley, and he regarded Mary as his own when he said it so bluntly, so he didn't try to persuade him any more, but put on a firm tone: "I'll ask the supervisor to send you out, Mr. Bingley The carriage is waiting for you outside."

Mary sighed heavily.

What else can she say?Mr. Hamp also thought of her from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay," Mary could only say, "If you have any news tomorrow, please let me know."

Before leaving, Mary looked at Holmes. The silent detective was looking at her with scorching eyes. The overly serious eyes made Mary turn her head in a daze: "Sir?"

Holmes: "Nothing."

Mary: "The handkerchief..."

Dust was left on it, and Mary couldn't return it to him directly. She thought about it: "I'll return it to you tomorrow."

Holmes didn't care about the veil at all, he nodded casually: "Goodbye, Miss Mary."

It was a good thing Mr. Detective didn't say good-night good-night, because Mary thought that no one could have a good dream under the circumstances.

By the time they got back to the streets of Greynorth Church Mary had managed to regain her composure, but she couldn't help worrying about people's lives.This made the Gardners and Jane very worried, and they couldn't help asking whether they had a bad relationship with the editor-in-chief of Hall at the dinner table.

Mary found an excuse to blow the cool breeze and declined. She went to bed early, but she didn't close her eyes almost all night.

When she woke up the next day, she only felt that her brain was aching from lack of rest. At the breakfast table, Mary asked the maid to pour her a cup of tea, but the tea hadn’t reached her mouth. The mansion welcomed a brand new guest.

Sherlock Holmes himself visited.

Mrs. Gardner showed a surprised expression when the maid came to deliver the message: "Holmes? Is that the Mr. Holmes who helped Mr. Bingley solve the case? Your uncle left the house before dawn."

No wonder the aunt was surprised, but the detective came to the door without an invitation or sent a message, and the Gardners had never met the famous Mr. Holmes.

Anyone would be surprised when a stranger came to the door suddenly.

"Don't worry," Jane smiled, "Mr. Detective is not here to visit our uncle, but Mary."

"Mary?"

Mrs. Gardiner was even more astonished.

It sounds so strange for a gentleman to call on an unmarried girl early in the morning.Besides, Mary's detective novel has just been drafted. Judging from Jane's tone, she and this Sherlock Holmes seem very familiar.

"So that's how it is," my aunt suddenly realized, and Mrs. Gardner curled her lips. "I'm afraid this is what Elizabeth said, Mary's sweetheart?"

Mary: "..."

It's no wonder that Mrs. Gardner misunderstood. According to common sense, there are other possibilities.Mary didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she also knew that there was something wrong with Mr. Holmes coming directly to the door.

So she didn't waste time explaining to her aunt, and got up directly: "I'll say hello to Mr. Holmes first."

"It doesn't matter if you ask him to wait a little longer," Mrs. Gardner blinked and teased, "Isn't he impatient waiting for a lady?"

The point is, he did not!

Mary couldn't help but shook her head.

Mr. Holmes would not have rushed to the door if he hadn't had the motive of meeting each other.Now that he is here, firstly, Mary is full of curiosity, and even more concerned about yesterday's events, so she has no intention of eating at all, and secondly, she is afraid that Holmes will be too lazy to wait, so she rushes straight into the dining room - he has already done this in Netherfield Manor up.

She hurriedly wiped her hands, put the teacup aside, and walked to the living room.

Sherlock Holmes was waiting for her where she was.

Today's detective is wearing a beige three-piece suit. The hat of the same color was taken away by the maid and hung on the hanger in the porch. Only the cane is held in the palm of his hand.The thin gentleman stood in the living room with his back to the door, looking at the paintings on the wall.

He didn't look back when Mary entered the door: "You didn't have a good rest last night."

"...Yes," she closed her eyes, "how did you know, sir?"

"Your steps have never been so heavy and slow."

Holmes turned and looked straight at Mary.

The detective's eyes quickly turned around Mary, and seeing that she was in a healthy state of mind except for a little fatigue, he continued: "Your family didn't find the dust you picked up in the factory."

"Hey?"

"You'd better dispose of it yourself before the maid finds out," said Holmes. "The hem of your skirt caught the engine oil in the wooden box last night."

That's okay.

Mary's clothes were washed together with Jane's clothes, so the maid may not find out, and even if she finds out, she can lie and claim that she didn't pick it up yesterday.

After all, not everyone has extraordinary insight like Mr. Holmes, does he?

But he kindly reminded that Mary would not refuse the detective.

Normally, she would have cheered for the detective's concern, but the scene of Captain Carter lying in a pool of blood lingered in Mary's mind, and she really couldn't laugh.

"Thank you," said Marie sincerely, "How was the situation after I left last night? Did the police find out any clues?"

The detective laughed at the words.

"It's comforting that the detectives care about the case," he said. "There are still so many righteous people in London, but unfortunately not all of them have extraordinary intelligence. If they let Go and track down the information on that 'James Moriarty', I'm afraid I don't know how long it will take."

The implication is that relying on the police to handle the case, they may not be able to find any clues if Moriarty overturns Eurasia.

"Then," continued Mary, "what is your purpose today, sir?"

"You seem to have thought of something yesterday." Holmes went straight to the point.

He took a step, walked in front of Mary, and looked down at her with calm eyes: "When Captain Carter mentioned the word war, your reaction was not surprise, but a sudden realization."

"..."

It's actually quite surprising.

But Mary also did understand Moriarty's motives, as the detective said.It never occurred to Mary to hide from the detective on this point, so she simply nodded.

"Not because of the word 'war,' but the word 'worldwide.'"

Mary answered seriously.

"I sort of know what manipulating the market for the cotton spinning industry, forcing a lot of mills out of business, has anything to do with preventing a world war."

At last it was Holmes' turn to be astonished.

The detective, who has always been confident, showed a rare expression of surprise.He raised his eyebrows, as if he was questioning Mary's arrogance—a country lady who had just arrived in London for a few days, how could she have the confidence to say that she knew the way behind the scenes to stop the war?

Holmes pondered for a moment, and there was a hint of understanding in his piercing eyes.

"I think, miss," said he, "that your subsequent explanations will still be those books brought from London which give all the answers."

Sure enough, I still doubt it!

It is doubtful that Mary knew that a single lady in the southern country knew so much.But if she doesn't confess, who would know that she came from time travel?

Besides, Mary didn't find any excuses to shirk this time.

"It is indeed the book that told me the answer," she finally raised the corners of her lips and replied with a smile, "It is Das Kapital, sir."

The author has something to say: Mary: What does the detective want me to do?Is there something on my face?Well, there is indeed, but after cleaning it, why does he still look at me?

Lao Fu: How can such a small person have such a high-pitched voice? 【Shock still can't collapse emoticon.jpg

Mary: =. =

And the professor is not a time traveler haha, in fact, at that time, many people of insight had foreseen the war, such as Engels, and Romain Rolland also mentioned it in "John Christophe".I think according to the professor's identity and intelligence, he should also have smelled the smoke early.

But he is definitely not a good person, it is so boring for a good person to beat a good person, hehe.