Mary, who caught Colonel Moran and sneaked back to her bedroom through the window, was so excited that she didn't sleep all night.

Not only her, but even Margaret, who watched Mary jump out of the window and come back along the window, was worried and curious. Seeing her coming back, she was sleepless, and she had to tell Mary what happened tonight.

Even early the next morning, when she heard that Mary was going to "settle accounts" with Hamp, Margaret immediately changed her clothes and asked to take her there with her.

Colonel Moran was captured and Milton was safe.After thinking about it, Mary seemed to have nothing to hide from Margaret, so she agreed.

When we arrived at Hamp's factory, Mr. Thornton and Mr. Holmes had been waiting early in the morning.

Thornton stayed at Hamp's house last night. After capturing Colonel Moran, Mary asked Butcher to notify the two factory owners. Logically speaking, it should be safe, but when he saw Mr. Thornton, he But got hurt.

Margaret covered her mouth in surprise when she saw Thornton's bandaged left hand.

"gentlemen?!"

The young girl's face paled immediately, and she said eagerly: "Didn't you say that you didn't directly participate in the fight against the bad guys? Why did you get hurt? There won't be bad guys targeting you, right? Is your family okay?"

Thornton: "..."

When Margaret was in a hurry, her beautiful face flushed slightly, and her pair of crystal eyes were full of worry and fear.She even reached out and grabbed Thornton's coat sleeve regardless of etiquette.

"Only the left hand?" She looked him up and down, "Are you okay?"

"Miss Margaret."

The majestic John Thornton pulled back his sleeves almost in embarrassment: "Please respect yourself."

Margaret froze, extremely embarrassed: "Sorry."

Mary: Hi.

If she hadn't witnessed Mr. Thornton's flustered expression with his usual poker face, Mary would really have thought that he was reprimanding Margaret for being rude.

However, seeing him turn around immediately after pulling back his sleeves, he didn't dare to look at Margaret again, he was simply shy!

"Margaret is also worried about you, Mr. Thornton," Mary stood up to smooth things over, "What's the matter with your injury, no one should attack you."

"No one attacked me."

Thornton breathed a sigh of relief when Mary spoke.

"Hamp was too nervous last night," he said, glancing at his partner, "accidentally broke a vase at home and cut my palm."

It turned out to be just an accident.

"That's good." Margaret lowered her brows and let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God."

"Thank you for your concern," Thornton reluctantly said, "tell Mr. Hale that I'm fine."

"I don't, it's not because of my father that I care about you, sir."

Margaret said, looking up.

She looked timid, but her eyes flashed a determination and straightforwardness rarely seen in southern girls. Margaret met Thornton's eyes directly, and did not give him any chance to look away.

"Because I care about you."

"........."

Mr. Thornton was taken aback for a while, but he couldn't find the language to reply.

As if Mary, Mr. Holmes, and the most important Mr. Hamp didn't exist, the two just looked at each other silently for a long time.Until Mary couldn't help but lowered her head and coughed a few times.Margaret suddenly came back to her senses, blinked, and turned her eyes away: "Then what should I do next?"

Thornton was still looking at her: "The next thing will be left to the detective."

Please find a room!

Mary felt that there should be no need for her to do anything more.Look at the posture of the two people who refuse to separate their eyes, there is no need to add to their feelings, okay?

Thornton in the original book has always misunderstood Margaret, mistaking her brother for Margaret's secret lover.But now Mrs. Hale is in a good mood and her health has improved a lot. Mary feels that it is far from the point where she needs Margaret's overseas brother to smuggle back to England to see her for the last time.

There is no misunderstanding, the relationship is naturally developing rapidly like Elizabeth and Darcy.

Realizing this, Mary was secretly relieved and relieved.

She calmed down, put aside her friend's lifelong affairs for the time being, and focused on more practical issues—the information in Mr. Hamp's hands.

Sherlock Holmes, who had been silent all this time, did not speak until he heard Mr. Thornton mention the word "detective", "Colonel Moran has been sent to London under the escort of the nearby militia."

Having captured Sebastian Moran, Holmes naturally had no reason to continue hiding his identity.He finally changed his worker's attire and returned to his usual gentleman's attire.

He is still an extremely rigorous detective in a black windbreaker and a three-piece suit, with a tall and straight figure, a stern expression, and shrewdness and scrutiny in his light-colored eyes.

This momentum, just a word, made Han Pu feel guilty.

"That's very nice," smiled the tactful factory owner. "I can't thank you enough for saving your life, detective! I'll give you whatever you want in return."

Holmes raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Really?"

Hamp nodded again and again: "Of course, of course! You saved my life, and it is no exaggeration to take my factory. If you need anything, please feel free to mention it."

"Your factories are of no value to me," said Holmes, "but now that you say so, Hamp, call the list."

"List?"

Hamp was taken aback: "What list?"

"A list of mill owners throughout Great Britain who have been bought off by James Moriarty to keep their factories running on his overseas cotton."

Now, Hamp really couldn't laugh.

He came back to his senses, rubbed his hands together, hesitated to speak several times, his expression changed again and again, and finally settled on a difficult and obscure expression.

"This……"

Hamp hesitated for a long time before he came up with a complete sentence: "Detective, since you saved me, it proves that you don't want me to die—then please don't force me to a dead end, I gave you the list, Professor It will definitely kill me!"

Holmes sneered: "Isn't he trying to assassinate you now?"

Hamp: "..."

Holmes: "You don't seem to understand your situation, sir."

The detective stepped forward, he was tall and thin, standing in front of the fat Hamp, his attitude was almost condescending.Sherlock Holmes pronounced the sentence in a low tone: "You are already on the death list of Professor Moriarty, Hamp. Whether you say it or not, it can't change this fact. The only thing that can save your life again That is, before he makes a move, help me stop him and cut off all his influence in the UK."

As he spoke, he paused, and saw that Hanpu's face became extremely ashamed, and then continued: "So, sir, are you willing to cooperate with me now?"

And Sherlock Holmes always gets the truth he wants.

When Hamp delivered a complete domestic list to the detectives, Mary knew her mission was over--Colonel Moriarty had a London liaison, Buckle, who and Mo Colonel Lan, plus the list known to Hamp, was enough for the government agencies preparing to intervene to trace the clues to find out all the wings and forces of Professor Moriarty hiding in the shadow of Britain.

According to Mary's surmise, she felt that there was more to it than that.

If the "government officer" who entrusted Holmes to go abroad to track down clues was as sharp as a detective - there is no doubt about it - he would understand that it is not enough to smash Professor Moriarty's influence in the country. Carrying out illegal monopoly, the monopoly is not only domestic.

He is still at large abroad and still controls a number of sources of raw materials in Egypt, India and Latin America.If he is not completely defeated, Professor James Moriarty is bound to make a comeback.

I'm afraid the government will have to spend a lot of effort to contend with the professor.

A large part of what happened next, Mary would not know, but she felt that one day she would meet Professor James Moriarty himself.

But that may be a long time away, now...

three days later.

"what?"

Mary looked at Mr. Thornton blankly: "What remuneration do you say, sir?"

"You assisted Sherlock Holmes in solving the case," Thornton said, "you came to Milton specially, and tracked down extremely important clues. Therefore, several partners and I think that in addition to Mr. Holmes himself, we should also give you A reward."

"No need."

Mary didn't even think about it: "It's not for money that I help Mr. Holmes solve the case."

Thornton: "Not too much, just two hundred pounds."

Mary: "..."

That's not much? !You capitalists may not be too scary!

The pretext that Mary kept on her lips was choked up by the figure of "two hundred pounds" - two hundred pounds is enough for the Butcher family of eight to live for several years.

Her fee for the first serial was only twelve pounds!

"I can't ask for it," Mary had to reconsider her refusal. "If you must give me something in return, please do your best to improve the working conditions of the workers."

"Improving workers' conditions is not inconsistent with giving you remuneration." Holmes spoke suddenly.

Mary stared at the detective with wide eyes.

"Workers need a life, and so do you," said Holmes. "If you really don't need money, why try to be financially independent?"

The implication is: so why don’t Dagongzi also give his own royalties to the workers.They want to eat, and you have to eat too. According to the current speed of saving money, it is nowhere near even moving out of Longbourn to London, so don't be a saint.

Think about it too.

Mary also contributed somewhat. It can be said that if she hadn't helped the workers, such timely clues would not have arrived.Helping the factory owner in Milton to solve the crisis, I don’t know how much property has been recovered. According to this calculation, two hundred pounds is nothing more than a "mere".

In this way, Mary felt somewhat at ease.

She readily accepted the reward: "Thank you, sir."

Thornton: "More than that, the workers want to repay you. They're going to pay you ten pence each."

Mary: "...That's not necessary." In the Victorian period, one pound was equal to 240 pence, and a factory with more than [-] workers could only make up ten pounds. How much money could all the factories add up?

It's not as good as Mary's earning more by writing a few more manuscripts.Mary felt that it was okay to take money from the capitalists, but it was better not to take the hard-earned money of the workers.

"I also think so."

Mr. Thornton smiled rarely: "I rejected the workers' request for you, and promised to send you two gifts on their behalf."

Mary: "You've paid me, sir."

Thornton: "The gift will be delivered to you in a few days, Miss Mary. I specifically consulted your brother-in-law, Mr. Bingley, and he assured me that you will like it."

And her angelic, kind and sincere brother-in-law did not disappoint Mr. Thornton.

When he took the gift to the Hale house, Miss Mary Bennet was speechless with amazement at seeing the machine, about fifteen inches in size.

It was a brand new typewriter.

Typewriter, which means that Mary, who has been worrying about the efficiency of handwritten manuscripts, can finally be freed from the pain of revising and scrapping manuscripts!

At the end of the eighteenth century and the beginning of the nineteenth century, due to social needs, many prototypes of typewriters had appeared.But the real mass production was still in the Victorian era. Mary had access to relevant historical materials and had a general idea of ​​this, but she didn't know when the typewriter entered mass production, and when it entered ordinary offices, let alone Know the exact price.

She originally wanted to wait until she had enough savings to buy one herself, but she didn't expect that Mr. Thornton gave it to her directly.

What kind of angels are the heroines of your romance novels!

Mary was very moved, and what moved her more than the typewriter was Mr. Thornton's second gift—a letter from Elizabeth, bringing good news from Pemberley Manor.

Elizabeth said in the letter that she had agreed to Mr. Darcy's second marriage proposal.

The author has something to say: You, Jiang Hua, have not found out whether Victorian typewriters have entered mass production and how much they cost, so this aspect has been blurred.The invention and promotion of the typewriter gave more young girls the opportunity to become secretaries or stenographers, which to some extent broadened the channels for women to be economically independent.

And in yesterday's chapter, a bunch of people guessed that the young girl next to the professor was Kenniang, I couldn't refute it, I laughed to death!Explain to girls who don't play fgo, Kenniang is Frankenstein, and in fgo is a little loli called the professor's father.It is so cruel that I set the world view as pure materialism, which caused the professor and Kenniang to be separated from their father and daughter! 【Professor: Sniper Warning.jpg】

The next chapter is going to change the map, it’s coming soon, I can finally write the second case hhhh some girls said they hope the next case is a criminal case, yes, it involves a little bit of Cthulhu’s background, girls who don’t know it Cults are just fine!Since it is a cult, there must be many victims, Jiang Hua is sharpening her sword.jpg

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