[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

The handkerchief had originally belonged to Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

—In fact, Mary has completely forgotten about the matter!

It's not that she is full of girlishness, and always carries the personal items of her sweetheart with her like carrying treasures.After all, Mr. Holmes also gave her a rose as a thank you, so I really want to bring a rose too!But as early as the first time she came to London, after Mr. Holmes lent her the handkerchief, Mary never found a chance to return it.

When meeting Sherlock Holmes, there is little time for chatting. The two are either negotiating how to track down clues, or are on the way to track down clues.

I don't know if Holmes himself still remembers this incident, anyway, as time goes by, Mary has long forgotten about "returning the handkerchief".

Well, she also admitted that deep in Mary's heart, there was still a little bit of reluctance to pay back.

But whether she wants to pay it back or not, it's too late now!

The incident happened suddenly today. Miss Morstan knocked on the door and was about to drag Mary out of the door. In a panic, she never thought that the handkerchief she was holding belonged to Holmes instead of her own. Seeing his smiling expression now, Mary only felt that she was blushing so hard that her head was going to smoke.

"No, it's okay."

She subconsciously rubbed her flushed cheeks, and forced herself to speak: "It's yours, sir, so don't give it back to me."

Holmes nodded.

He folded the handkerchief, put it back into his pocket, and made up the knife as if nothing had happened: "Have you always carried it?"

Mary: "..."

Help.

She really wanted to find a crack in the ground and go straight in.Mary tried to stay calm: "Yeah, I didn't bring it all the time. I always wanted to return the handkerchief to you before, but I couldn't find a chance. Maybe I took the wrong handkerchief in a hurry when I went out today."

It is too pale to explain so at this juncture.But Holmes did not expose Mary, and the detective's eyes stopped for a moment on her face.

"You shouldn't be here at this time," Holmes finally looked away. "I'll ask Watson to take you back later."

"gentlemen."

"what?"

Mary took a deep breath and looked up.

Their eyes met, and Mary's met Holmes' pale eyes.She hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "If you are not in a desperate situation, please refrain from making a decision that puts you at risk, is that okay?"

In fact, Mary is still a little lost.

Not only because Sherlock Holmes still had a candid attitude even if he reminded Mary who the owner of the handkerchief was in this way.It's because Miss Morstan yelled out everyone's heart, but Mary felt that the detective would still go his own way.

Mary wanted to be angry about it too, but she knew it was useless.

This is not the first time that Sherlock Holmes has left the worries of others and acted alone. As early as when Milton, in order to secretly return to England, he simply cut off contact with everyone in the country, which made Mary worry for a long time. Appeared in front of her like falling from the sky.

And today's situation is more dangerous than before - just like Miss Morstan was angry, what if he failed to get out of the underground sewer, what if he crashed into a carriage on the street?

"Miss Morstan is not alone in fearing for your safety," pleaded Mary.

Holmes raised his eyebrows: "I won't do anything I'm not sure about."

Mary: "No one can predict all the situations 100%, not even you, detective. And you know the development of the case better than me. Now you and I don't have much information about the Illuminati, let alone the so-called What the hell is in the 'altar' of Henry Deckard and Sykes seeing hallucinations. Even if you really can't be affected by horrific hallucinations, how can you be sure about other people who make people see eyes in hallucinations? Factors, will not cause harm to you?"

Evidently the detective did not take her words to heart: "You don't think I would have thought of that, Miss Mary? Of course I—"

"Sir, please hear me out."

Holmes was taken aback.

Since Meryton first met, Mary has never interrupted Holmes' high-spirited speech.She has always been a good listener-not only quietly when listening, but also quick-witted, good at asking questions, and often able to understand the detective's intentions at the first time.It is precisely because of this that Sherlock Holmes always respects Mary.

The lack of experience and insight can be learned and grown step by step, but the sensitivity and understanding ability are difficult to cultivate the day after tomorrow.In these two aspects, Mary Bennet's talent is even far superior to most men.

Holmes had never had any disagreements with Mary, and because of this, she interrupted Holmes suddenly, which surprised the detective a little.

Mary's voice was still very soft, but with unquestionable firmness.

She even stretched out her hand, with her index finger hanging gently in front of Holmes' thin lips.The petite lady's eyes twinkled: "Dr. Watson said, you believe that there may be danger in the underground sewer of the Whitechapel Parish. If I go with you, there may be a situation where even you and the doctor cannot protect me." The situation. For my personal safety, you took me away from the sewer and asked me to go back home to see Ms. Irene Adler, is that right?"

Holmes raised his eyebrows: "That's right. And you don't need to know about this book."

Mary: "But I am very grateful that Dr. Watson 'betrayed' you. At least let me know that while I care about your safety, you also care about mine."

Holmes: "..."

"I'm assuming you're feeling sad and worried about me being hurt, sir," Mary let out a breath slowly, "then please don't forget that when you take risks, there are also people who worry about you. Not only Your family is not just Miss Morstan and Dr. Watson, but also... me."

The detective didn't speak, he just looked at Mary quietly.

The index finger was raised for too long, and Mary's arm started to ache.She sighed and continued with force: "Whether you care or not, Mr. Holmes, I have told you my worries, even if you dismiss the facts. I only hope that next time you worry about me, Next time you decide to venture out on your own, try to let me know even if I can't help you, okay?"

Only then did Mary slowly lower her raised arm.

Sherlock Holmes waited until her exposition was completely over, then nodded slightly: "Forgive me for not being able to agree to your request, Miss Mary."

Mary was not immediately disappointed, she knew that the detective had something to say later.

"I can't guarantee that all future cases will be handled jointly by you and me," he explained. "There are also some cases where the employer or the government will require absolute confidentiality. As you said, even I cannot predict 100% I have considered all the circumstances, so under such circumstances, I cannot promise you."

However, at this point, Holmes changed his subject: "However, I am very grateful for your concern, Miss Mary. I can promise you that I will not hide anything in this case, but you must also promise me , if the situation is critical, if I refuse the request of your peers, please don't force it."

"no problem."

Mary agreed quite simply to Holmes' terms.

Needless to say!If any cults and religious ceremonies were really involved, then the Illuminati would probably bear a lot of lives.Mary didn't want to die, and she didn't want to hold Holmes back. She had to protect herself in the pursuit of clues.

She is not willing to be a flower vase heroine who can only wait for someone to save her life in a critical moment.

and……

Here was Mr. Holmes admitting that he really cared for his own safety!

The big stone that weighed on Mary's heart finally disappeared at the thought of this.

Mary, who was always smiling in the past, came back again. She smiled sweetly, and boldly stretched out her right hand: "I agree to your conditions, sir, then we will consider the deal?"

Holmes hooked his lips.

There was an obvious smile in his eyes, and the detective also extended his right hand: "Since you insist, Miss Mary."

"Thank you."

"Nothing," said Holmes after a pause. "The handkerchief—"

Mary's face turned red again: "I told you to return it to you, so you don't have to give it to me again!"

Having said that, I should mention that now Mary can be sure that Sherlock Holmes definitely did it on purpose!

It's too much.Her face was still red until Watson sent Mary and Miss Morstan back to Serpentine Street.As a result, when Mary said goodbye to Watson, the doctor asked with great concern: "You must be suffering from the cold, Miss Mary?"

"No, it's fine."

Mary shook her head hastily: "You should go back earlier, doctor."

Watson was not in a hurry, he still seemed to be in high spirits: "I'm a big man, it doesn't matter if I walk on the street at night. It's you, Miss Morstan."

Speaking of which, the doctor looked at the red-haired girl next to Mary with a look of anticipation: "Why don't I take you home on the way?"

Ghetto and Baker Street and not the way.Not only was it not on the way, but strictly speaking, Watson had to make a long detour to get home from the Whitechapel area. The way was just an excuse, who couldn't see his real intentions?

Although he never said it explicitly, Watson never concealed and suppressed his affection for Miss Morstan.

The red-haired Irish girl just smiled: "It's so late, it doesn't matter if I don't go back, Mary can't let me sleep on the street, right Mary?"

Mary: "..."

Of course she won't!It is not unusual to invite friends to stay overnight at your home.It's just that her Irish friend has an independent personality and doesn't like asking for others. He would rather disturb her than give Watson a chance to show off...the meaning is obvious.

It seems that the doctor still has a long way to go to win Miss Morstan's heart.

Now that Miss Morstan has made a request, Mary will not refuse.She kindly invited her friend to stay in the apartment for one night—although the place was a bit small, it was okay for the two girls to squeeze together to make ends meet for one night.

In the early morning of the next day, when the newspaper boy delivered the newspaper, he also brought Mary's letter from the post office.

She gave the newsboy an extra penny, and when she got the letter, she couldn't help but shudder when she saw the address on the envelope.

It was from Sir Blackwood's residence in London.

She opened the letter, and Jazz's sharp handwriting appeared in front of her eyes, but the content was very simple.

Sir Blackwood first explained that with the help of Scotland Yard, he found the son of his old friend, that is, Oliver, the young protagonist of "Oliver Twist".Since Oliver has met his father's friend, Mr. Brownlow, and his aunt, Miss Louzi, by chance, Sir decided not to interfere in Oliver's life, but to let his relatives be responsible.

But he was still very grateful for the help of Scotland Yard and Mary, and in order to celebrate this good event, he decided to invite his friends in London to be guests, and it would be a good idea to hold a dance.

"And you, Miss Mary," Sir Blackwood wrote in the letter, "as the person who directly helped me find Oliver, please be sure to bring your two younger sisters to the humble house, and I will be the guest of honor at the dinner for you and The Bingleys keep it."

Mary put down the letter blankly.

Leave it to Mr. Bingley and her sister, Mary understands.She is just an unmarried girl, neither has a noble title, nor is she rich, and her words are so beautiful, any other girl might be excited about it!

But for Mary... there's nothing to be courteous about at this juncture?It must be all right.