[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

Mary admitted that Dr. Watson was also looking for a house, but she didn't just talk nonsense based on the plot of the original book.

One day after arriving in London from Milton, Mary sent a message to Dr. Watson.The two met briefly, and Mary told him all about the subsequent development of the case after Watson left Milton.

Watson has not been idle in London recently. Firstly, he will contact Dr. Watson in time for questions that Mr. Hale doesn’t understand and omissions in the worker’s classroom lesson plans. Second, because he helped Mary keep an eye on Moriarty Because of the contact person, Dr. Watson got acquainted with the editor-in-chief of Hall. The two gentlemen hit it off and became friends who often visited.

Mary met Watson from Editor-in-Chief Hall's home.After telling the story of the case, Dr. Watson revealed that he was also looking for a place to live.

When I came to London in a hurry, the rented apartment was a temporary residence, and the price was not suitable.Although Watson has a pension, but the pension is a number, so if he wants to settle in London for a long time, he has to change to a more cost-effective residence.

Watson said that this matter was brought to the attention of the editor-in-chief of Hall, and Mary also said hello in advance, and if there is a suitable apartment, he must be notified.

She waited and waited until today.

"The house is on Baker Street. The landlord is a mild-tempered old lady who does not worry about food and clothing. Rather than collecting rent, I think she wants a companion to accompany her, so as to add a little life to the home. "Mary introduced to Dr. Watson, "The other tenant is the Mr. Sherlock Holmes I mentioned earlier."

"The detective?"

Dr. Watson raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He had heard about the detective's name when he was in Milton, and it was said that the arrest of the killer intending to assassinate Hamp this time was due to the detective's secret trip to Milton.It's a pity that the detective arrived at Milton, and Watson left for London, staggering with the detective.

"You should have told me the detective was the co-tenant," said Watson.

"Why," Mary asked curiously, "you don't want to?"

"No, so I can be mentally prepared."

As he said that, Watson looked up at the hospital entrance where people were coming and going: "However, since we are meeting a detective, what are we doing in the hospital?"

Mary laughed a few times: "He is borrowing the laboratory of the hospital recently, come with me."

Compared to Mary, Dr. John H. Watson knew the hospital structure in London better. Even though his injured leg was not completely healed, he didn't need Mary to lead the way. The two chatted and came to the door of the hospital laboratory.

Mary vaguely saw a red-haired back in the laboratory. She pushed open the door, and the woman whose back was facing the entrance didn't need to look back, she could recognize her identity just by hearing the voice.

"Take it easy, Holmes, I tell you," said Miss Mary Morstan, in great irritation. "What good will it do you to offend the porter of the flat? You really won't rest until he throws you out."

The detective sitting in front of the test bench remained motionless.

"That's why," he said, taking out the test tube, "I want to borrow the hospital's laboratory, do you have any questions?"

"You might as well sleep on the street."

Miss Morstan was about to be tormented by Holmes until she lost her temper: "I have never seen a gentleman as informal as you. If you still keep this habit and go to the new apartment, you will be kicked out by your new roommate and rent again within a few days." out!"

Mary: "..."

Watson: "..."

I hope Dr. Watson won't back down on this, Mary can't laugh or cry.She coughed a few times: "I think it's better not to say this in front of your new roommate?"

Miss Morstan: "Damn it."

She turned her head in embarrassment, and looked at Mary and Dr. Watson with a beautiful face that was completely different from the old dress.Miss Morstan's beautiful red hair almost shone in the sunlight, she stepped forward: "Sorry, when did you guys come?"

Mary: "Just now."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Watson: "This is Dr. John Watson, doctor, and this is Miss Mary Morstan, a friend of mine."

"You are the doctor who helped Mary solve the case." Miss Morstan looked Watson up and down, "You are a little younger than I thought."

"And you, miss."

Watson came back to his senses, took off his hat, and gave Miss Morstan a polite smile: "It's as beautiful and charming as Miss Mary's friend should be."

Miss Morstan was completely unmoved: "I'm afraid Mary didn't tell you that I was an Irish worker living in a slum."

"Even a child who has just learned to read can tell your identity from your clothes and accent," Sherlock Holmes finally put down the experiment in hand, and the thin detective stood up, "So Miss Morstan, there is no need to specially Point this out."

He strode forward and stretched out his right hand towards Dr. Watson: "Doctor Watson."

Only then did Watson withdraw his gaze from Miss Morstan.

The doctor also extended his right hand: "I have long admired your name, Mr. Detective."

"I apologize for what Miss Morstan said just now," said Holmes. "Please believe that I am by no means a bad-tempered person in ordinary life. It is just that the janitor of the old apartment has a long-standing prejudice against me, which has led to our relationship. It's been uncharacteristically bad. Most of the time I don't like to bother people."

"That would be all the better," replied Dr. Watson. "I don't like overly noisy roommates very much."

"of course."

Holmes nodded: "You have just returned from Afghanistan, and you really need a quiet environment to recuperate."

Watson: "Why do you—"

In the middle of his sentence, he looked at Mary in confusion: "Did you tell the detective, Miss Mary?"

Holmes laughed "ha".

"It was you who told me all the details about you, doctor."

But Holmes didn't continue to struggle with this. He quickly stated some of his conditions: "When the contract with the landlord Mrs. Hudson is signed, I will move the instruments that belong to me in the laboratory back to the apartment. I have the habit of smoking, I hope you can accept it."

"I smoke myself, detective."

"That couldn't be better."

Holmes dismissed the subject lightly, ignoring the glares of the two Miss Marys when they heard "smoking": "Besides, I have the habit of playing the violin when I'm thinking. Can you accept the violin?"

"That depends on the level of the violinist. It's better if it's excellent, but if it's—"

"Very well, that is not a problem," Holmes interrupted Watson quickly. "There is nothing wrong with me. It depends on your wishes, Doctor."

Dr. Watson is gentle by nature, but he himself does not have any bad habits of disturbing the people.

"I have a dog," Watson added, after thinking about it, "if you and the landlady don't mind having a pet."

Holmes turned his head sideways and showed a satisfied smile: "Then I will presume that we have settled this matter. See you at Baker Street tomorrow at noon, and I will take you to see the house and get to know the future landlady. Now I Still need to keep an eye on the experiment, Dr. Watson, forgive me for not being able to send it far."

"See you at noon tomorrow, detective."

Dr. Watson put on his hat, hesitated to speak for several times, and finally expressed the doubts in his heart: "However, detective, since Miss Mary didn't inform you in advance, how did you know that I came back from Afghanistan? where?"

Mary chuckled: "I don't think it's too late to discuss it carefully after you have moved home?"

This is true.

Although Dr. Watson was curious, he was not one to disturb other people's work.Seeing that Holmes really couldn't get away, he didn't continue to ask.Instead, he turned to the two Miss Marys.

"Thank you for your recommendation," he looked at Mary. "This solves a big problem for me, miss."

"It's okay, do you need me to take you to the door?"

"I'm not in a hurry to leave. There are my old colleagues in this hospital. You are busy on your own. Miss Mary, don't worry about me."

After saying hello, Dr. Watson picked up his cane and turned to leave the laboratory.

He had just walked a few steps when the door to the laboratory behind him opened again.

"Wait, doctor!"

The red figure hurried forward and stopped him.

Miss Morstan still had a little confusion on her face: "I'm really sorry for letting you hear those words. The detective... is not a difficult person to get along with, although sometimes he does have a lot of strange tempers that I can't understand, but please You believed him to be a noble man, an object worthy of everyone's respect and courtesy."

Dr. Watson smiled: "I will not prejudice him because of this, miss, I am also a person who graduated from the laboratory, and I can understand some mentality of not wanting to be disturbed by others when immersed in experiments and research, or even disturbing others. "

"That's good."

Miss Morstan breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, doctor."

Watson: "No problem, it's just..."

"only?"

"Just please don't underestimate your identity," Watson said sincerely. "The detective is right in what he just said, Miss Morstan. Anyone can tell your identity from your clothes and accent, but this is not the slightest thing. Does not affect your beauty."

After seeing off Dr. Watson, Miss Morstan returned to the laboratory with a confused face.

Mary was leaning next to Holmes, one speaking about his latest research, and the other eloquently explaining the importance of bloodstain analysis in the case.Hearing the door knock, Mary looked up: "What's wrong?"

Miss Morstan pondered: "Is this doctor always like this, or is he like this today?"

Mary: "What?"

Holmes: "If you mean his courtship, I think Dr. John Watson took a fancy to you at first sight, Morstan. But as far as I can tell, he was not a frivolous, For a man who is so affectionate and admiring to everyone, it is enough to prove that when he sees you, he immediately raises his eyes—”

"—Okay, I don't want to hear it."

Morstan unceremoniously interrupted Holmes' words: "It doesn't matter to me whether I like it or not. Why don't I still have a doctor? When are you going to move? I can give Mrs. Hudson an accurate word. So I can go and look at the house for Mary."

Holmes, who was interrupted, was not angry. Instead, he glanced at Mary, and the implication behind his words was very obvious—anyway, it was not Sherlock Holmes who was keen to win over people around him, but Mary.

Fine.

Mary couldn't laugh or cry, it seemed that she had to pay more attention to this matter.

Listening to Miss Morstan's words, she did not express joy at the doctor's favor, nor did she express her rejection. The first reaction was simple and straightforward: she felt that she was "unable to climb".

In fact, Mary felt that Dr. Watson was not someone who cared about his lover's background.But the red-haired Irish girl talks about being poor all the time. Although she has a good attitude and an optimistic personality, she still cares about this matter very much.

From this point of view, Dr. Watson has something to chase after him.

"My house is in no hurry," said Mary. "I must go to Pemberley Park first, to attend my sister's wedding."

"But I'm in a hurry."

Holmes continued: "If tomorrow goes well, I will make an agreement with Mrs. Hudson to move in directly. The matter of moving must be finalized before rushing to Pemberley Manor."

It was quite anxious, after all, Mr. Darcy had already sent out the invitation letter, as if he was afraid that Elizabeth would go back on his word, and wished that the wedding would be held the next day... and so on.

Mary suddenly came back to her senses: "Are you going to Pemberley Manor too, sir?!"

Holmes raised his eyebrows: "In my opinion, it is enough to ask someone to convey the congratulations, but my parents think that I should attend Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy's wedding because they are family friends."

By the way, Mary almost forgot that the reason why Mr. Holmes went to Netherfield Manor to take over the case and get acquainted with her was precisely because the Holmes family and the Darcy family were family friends. The two had long been friends!

great!

Mary immediately beamed with joy. Originally, Elizabeth's wedding was enough to make people happy, but now the good news that Mr. Holmes was with her was added to the happiness!

The author has something to say: Miss Morstan: ? ?Why did this doctor smile like a flower when he saw me.

Mary: This is love.jpg!