[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(Nightingale's Diary)

Holmes sat silently for a while in the room where he had been broken into. Watson and I sat across from him and stared at each other. All three of us were thinking, but it was almost certain that only Holmes was thinking about what was going on. logical.

"What have you found?" he said suddenly, startling us both.

"No." I answered bluntly.

"I've been thinking about why the footman was killed," the solid-eyed Watson really thought about it seriously, "unless he was an insider and was silenced, but based on your reasoning just now, it doesn't make sense."

"Nightingale, I think you should learn from Watson for two days before coming to me. The breakthrough point is here."

"Must it be the same person as the previous murder?"

"You may not be sure, but I am sure," said Holmes. "It is the same man. The murder scene in Blessington had just been dealt with, and the men from Scotland Yard had not been gone for an hour when the gunshots rang out. The servants in the house broke up as soon as they got permission, and Dr Trevelyan sent a telegram to the post office, and when he got back he found out about it, and there was no one in the house but the footman."

"That's what he knew." I quickly organized my thoughts, "For some reason, he didn't tell us, but the murderer knew about it. Doesn't this mean that the real murderer is actually very close to us?"

Holmes stood up.

"It's not bad, Nightingale, but there is a hurdle you still haven't passed. I will prove it to you with facts in the future. Let's go now."

"where to?"

"Brook Street. Send a telegram by the way."

Watson and I grimaced at the same time.Now when I hear this name, I feel nerve pain.

Two murders happened one after another within two days, and everyone in the Blessington house had run away, and no one wanted to stay for a second longer.According to Holmes' description, Dr. Trewilliam followed the police to Scotland Yard. If there were no problems, he still needed to return to the house in Blessington, because as a partner, there were still some property issues to be resolved.The place where the murder happened can no longer open a clinic. He said he planned to settle his part of the money and start another business.Holmes, who was frozen like a statue along the way, jumped up like a child as soon as he arrived at the station, jumped out of the carriage with agility, and went straight to the house in Blessington, even the fare was paid by Watson.The lights on the first floor were on, indicating that the doctor had returned.Holmes rang the bell.

The door opened.It's Dr. Trevelyan.He was very surprised when he saw us.

"The matter is urgent, and I don't have time to say more." Holmes said seriously. "The murderer has just been caught. There are some things that need to be ascertained."

"Come in, please," said Dr. Trevelyan. "It's good to know the truth."

Holmes made no answer, but rushed up the stairs like a gust of wind, followed by Trewilliam, who was as bewildered as we were.When he reached the closed door of the bedroom, Holmes turned to the doctor and said:

"Open the door."

The doctor reached into his pocket.Just when he was about to take out something, his hand froze.At this moment, Holmes snatched a bunch of keys from his hand.The doctor immediately went to touch the other pocket, and Watson grabbed his hand from behind and handed it over to him.Trewilliam stared blankly at Holmes.

Two pairs of pale and slender hands, one is slender and weak, the other is strong and powerful.

Holmes tried the keys one by one on the bedroom door, which opened with a clang of metal.

Trewilliam was still frozen in place.The moment the lock was unlocked, it was like a thunderbolt exploded in my head.It's a bit late, but I get it all.

"Everything was going well until this moment, Dr. Trevelyan. But this, is the turning point."

Holmes shook the key in his hand slightly, and the key made a clanging sound.

"What?" The doctor clenched his fists, but his voice was weak. "Speak clearly."

"I don't need to say anything at all. Nightingale, explain to Dr. Trevelyan what he did."

"I'm not sure I'm right," I said.

"I'm sure you're right."

Trewilliam looked back at me, unable to tell whether the look in his eyes was surprise or doubt.After a second or two of silence, I spoke:

"You said it yourself. There was only one key to Blessington's bedroom, which he kept. The key was taken by Scotland Yard on the day of the murder, and the room was locked after it was cleaned. Dr. Trevelyan, where are you from? Where are the keys?"

"It's not the Blessington one," Holmes said as he turned the key and looked at it 360 degrees. "Doctor, you managed to get another one. Only you had access to Blessington's room that night."

"This doesn't mean anything, the murderer has been in the room!" shouted the doctor.

"You mean the so-called young man." I quickly gathered my thoughts, "This involves the servant. The so-called murderer has no motive to kill him at all. The only possibility is that the servant knows something. He only said Once, he said that he saw the old man enter the door by himself and come out by himself. None of us paid attention at the time, but you asked and said that it was different from what he said before. You thought you were hiding it, but he saw it unexpectedly .So, Doctor, he's the only one who can prove that the young murderer didn't even exist."

"Bravo (excellent)." Holmes interrupted suddenly, seeing all three people looking at him, he raised his hand in a gesture of "sorry".

"You mean I also killed the footman?" said Trevelyan tremblingly.

"Yes. In fact, the only person who sneaked into our house yesterday morning and caused panic can only be you. I just remembered that Mrs. Hudson has never seen you. She was out when you first came, so you successfully pretended He has become a legendary murderer." With Holmes' approval, I couldn't help becoming emotional and speaking fast.

"Miss Nightingale, this is all conjecture, without any proof!" The doctor suddenly became firm, "But there is solid evidence that the man entered Mr. Blessington's room, and you all saw it with your own eyes!"

I glanced at Holmes.

"The proofs are all false. All I have to say, doctor, is that the curtain still smells of smoke."

Just then the doorbell rang.

"The telegram just now was to call the police." Watson said gently as he went to open the door, as if he was trying to appease someone, but now the person who needs appeasement most here could hardly stand firm when he heard this sentence.Soon we heard the voice of Detective Rannoll.

"Anything new?"

"Yes," Watson said in a steady voice, "and it's a breakthrough."

The police came up.Lanor greeted Holmes.

"We have some new discoveries to tell you." Holmes raised his hand coldly. "Here is the murderer of Blessington and his servant, Dr. Percy Terry William."

Lan Nuoer can be considered a person who has experienced many cases, so he is not too surprised.He gestured, and the following police officers stepped forward and restrained Trevelyan.

"Now tell me what's going on."

"In my opinion, this is a well-conceived murder that is too pompous and ostentatious." Holmes glanced at the terrified doctor. "The complete truth is this. Dr. Trewilliam had already discussed the plan with his accomplices, and took the initiative to find Mr. Blessington to set up a joint clinic. He got acquainted with Blessington, and he started to act. That afternoon, Terry William The doctor sent the footman away—yes, the task of delivering a letter to the London hospital could only come from a doctor—and his accomplice pretended to come to see a doctor and fell ill at this time. Footprints were left in Blessington's bedroom, so the footprints don't belong to anyone in the house."

"There are other traces," said Lannor.

"We have proved this and will tell you slowly. Doctor, you sedated Blessington at night to make sure the nervous man was not disturbed by the sound of your door opening. The murder went well. .Unfortunately, the servant was busy repairing things at the time, so he didn't leave right away. He saw his accomplice coming and leaving alone. We didn't find this omission until we asked the servant. Then you panicked and didn't know what to do. When you were at a loss, you acted on your own without even consulting your mentor and shot the witnesses. This time, you lost everything. You didn’t dare to go back, and you were smart enough to go to the post office and make up a telegram to tell your family that you were safe. Then you used this to confuse the transcript. Now you did something stupid, played with this ingenious design, and went to Baker Street to scare us and distract us. Now Mrs. Hudson has seen you, she You can come and identify it. And your wooden barn—Watson, give the gun to Inspector Lannoll—is the same model as the gun that killed the porter. You can go back and check it, it is the same gun.”

"Why didn't you say so early this morning?" the detective said helplessly, "Just watch us being played around."

"I have not had sufficient evidence before," said Holmes. "It must be proved that he was the only person who had access to the room that day. If the matter is brought to light before he can think of a way, he will remember to destroy the evidence."

Everyone looked at Trewilliam.He was just trembling at first, but now he has collapsed. The police officers around him had no way to pick him up, and he slid directly to the ground.

"I have one last question, Dr. Trevelyan," said Holmes condescendingly, approaching the doctor. "Who is your advisor?"

"What?" The doctor's voice was low and barely audible.

"The murder was so meticulously planned, yet so flawed in its execution, each mistake worse than the next. It couldn't have been your idea."

"And sources," I recalled a thing I'd always suspected, "that you know only Mrs. Hudson is home in the morning."

"Your knowledge of Sherlock Holmes is also a little scary," Watson also said. "Holmes is unique in London for the detailed research on the level of forensic evidence of the smell of smoke. If it were any other person, the false evidence you made would be astonishing." Ignored. And you know that Holmes won't do Blessington any favors unless he tells the truth, or your false evidence will be exposed that evening."

The sudden outburst of the three of us stunned Lan Nuoer.Dr. Trevelyan bowed his head in silence.Holmes sighed.

"Believe me, doctor, he can't save you now. If he sees the police entering the house, he'll guess that something has been exposed, and he can't let you go if you don't say it."

Trewilliam buried his head lower and said nothing.Holmes moved away from him, and was about to say something to Rannore, when the constable cried out.Dr. Trevelyan, who was like a puddle of mud, jumped up like a leopard, broke free from the hands of the paralyzed policeman, and ran towards me.Reflexively, I raised my elbow to block him and hit his chest, but he just staggered, and I fell heavily to the ground.He rushed into the bedroom, Watson was the first to react and chased after him, and I stood up and followed closely behind.But it's too late.Trewilliam smashed the window, and Watson missed him by a few steps.He fell from the second floor and disappeared through the window.

There was a shot outside.

Both Watson and I froze in place.

Holmes stopped beside me, looking straight ahead with deep eyes.What he said next sent shivers down my spine.

"He chose his master."

The author has something to say: It has finally been revealed. In fact, I have been thinking about whether some readers have already guessed it. Thinking about it, I am a little nervous.And, it seems that there is really nothing wrong with Miss Nightingale...

And in fact, it was updated yesterday, but I don’t know why the latest update was not displayed until this morning. . .According to the experience of rushing to draft during this period, in order not to vomit blood and die, in order to ensure the quality, I have decided to keep updating every other day in the future. I hope that the little angels will not hit me, and I promise that if I persist to the end, I will win. . .