[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

Holmes walked out of Scotland Yard with a look of weariness, but as usual, weariness could not conceal the shrewdness in his gray eyes.

Just after Christmas. 1890 was a glorious year in every sense of the word.Westeria House, the Silver Horse, the Emerald Crown, and several other victories that Watson did not record in detail.Dedicated doctors have had a year of literary success, although their jobs have suffered accordingly.But the most difficult thing is that old fritter Harry Bevers.Under Holmes' instigation, Lestrade found a reason to arrest him - it was not difficult, because there is a kind of person who will not be exposed except for major events, and usually has little discipline - but he is so cunning that Holmes To the point of being taken aback.This lazy guy was in a surprisingly good state of mind during his detention, he ate and slept soundly, and he was just making jokes about the interrogation. It must still be done).However, Holmes adopted a roundabout tactic during this period of time, starting with Ziggy's side first, killing the backbone, and incidentally brought out the ulterior troubles of Harry Bevers, who had been against them for a long time.Through Bevers they knew partly about Moriarty, of course, mainly about him that Scotland Yard had never dreamed of.

"Bevers alone is not enough." Lestrade said, "Opportunities are precious, and we must gather evidence that is more than enough to ensure nothing goes wrong."

It's all a matter of time.Seeing Harry Bevers, a well-rounded guy with a slippery face, finally stunned and dejected is really a joy.thought Holmes, happily tapping the gravel beneath his feet with his stick.

The second win was Pollock.He was reluctant to admit how much Mycroft had helped him, anyway.In April his brother had alerted him to Porlock, or, as he was called "Porlock" in Moriarty's organization.It's not easy.Moriarty himself does not have Holmes's ability to see things, and few of his staff have the type, and the most effective way to organize ordinary people (relative to Holmes) against minds on a large scale is discipline.The rigor of Moriarty's organization is comparable to that of a professional intelligence organization, with strict on-line and off-line relationships, code names, action rules, and timetables. Under strict and reasonable discipline, as long as a person with ordinary intelligence does not make mistakes, he can Not enough to achieve, but enough to avoid failure.This level of professionalism created great difficulties for both Scotland Yard and Holmes.Even so, he managed to keep a close eye on Porlock and, for the second time in a month, the repeat offender was plotting a major fraud and was brought to Scotland Yard with the A large number of written records of organizational actions and economic transactions.Mycroft wasn't needed to help with the process, and of course you couldn't have someone sitting motionless in an armchair running all over London hunting down Moriarty's best - ever best - most efficient assistant.Anyway, he managed to catch this panic-stricken guy.Pollock's style is completely different from that of Harry Bevers. His calmness is in his bones and he will not be glib.Mycroft, too, took Sherlock's arrogance into consideration, not even a letter of congratulations, lest there be any suggestion that he should thank him.After all, during the Christmas period, he urgently recruited Holmes' Baker Street Squad, which was even on the surface.

In fact, the tacit understanding between the two Holmes needs no hint.

Capturing Pollock was almost tantamount to capturing everything about Moriarty.Holmes even regretted that Nightingale could not be present to witness his biggest victory since entering the industry.But it is not too regretful, because the greater victory is yet to come, catching Moriarty himself and bringing him to justice may be the biggest victory in his entire career.Nightingale will undoubtedly be present to witness this victory.

Getting Pollock to talk was once a problem.In the days after Christmas, Scotland Yard sent people to take turns to fight, but the tragedy of Bevers showed signs of repeating itself. He only admitted his own crimes and refused to reveal a word about Moriarty.Holmes couldn't believe that Scotland Yard could get something out of the mouth of a three-quarters professional intelligence officer, watching from the sidelines the whole time.

"I basically believe you now, Mr. Holmes," said Lestrade, closing the door and walking into the room out of hearing of Pollock, "but this important witness is silent, and we will I can only get stuck here. I can't believe that Professor Moriarty has such a strong personality and can make his subordinates so loyal."

"I have a slightly different opinion from yours," said Holmes. "He is a high-ranking man, and it is hard to believe that he could be as devoted to someone as those stupid subordinates."

"You mean that he insists on not confessing Moriarty now, and there are still benefits? But this is impossible. If he provides favorable evidence, his sentence can be reduced appropriately. If he insists on not telling..."

"If he resolutely refuses to speak, it means that he believes that Moriarty still has a way to save him, or still has a way to get rid of him."

Lestrade stared at Holmes suspiciously for a moment.

"Mr. Holmes, I personally guarantee that Scotland Yard is all right."

"I have always believed in Scotland Yard," said Holmes, who suddenly couldn't help smiling when he was so serious, and blurted out: "I believe in Scotland Yard even. No, just kidding. There is another possibility, perhaps. What we have now is just the tip of the iceberg of all the things this guy has committed, if Moriarty is revealed, more ulterior things about Bao Qi Pollock will also surface. The two of them are inseparable."

"This time, I'll see if he still has the ability to hide the truth." Lestrade said angrily, "In any case, he needs to be convinced that he will benefit more if he confesses honestly."

"This should not be new to you."

"It's not new, but it's irritating, like we're talking business with him."

Holmes smiled faintly.

"Then let's cooperate this time."

When he walked in again, Holmes had quickly changed from smiling to expressionless, and Lestrade's expression had also darkened.

"Let us put it another way," said Holmes to Lestrade. "If he can't name anyone else, let him add the charge of being the mastermind of the bank robbery of [-] French guineas. Clay, who is now serving time, can still testify, which, combined with other evidence we have gathered, is enough to send him to prison."

Pollock, who was sitting on the chair, was still looking straight ahead without moving his eyes.

"Ah, it seems that someone can save him." Holmes glanced back at Lestrade. "Of course there is no room in Scotland Yard, but when it comes to court, it is out of our control."

"We can only send him to court for a while." The police officer said a little pitifully.

"It's the same old routine again." Holmes was concentrating on talking to the police officer, when he suddenly glanced at Pollock, who was stealthily watching the conversation between the two, and the latter hurriedly looked away.

"He probably hasn't realized that such a mistake has been made, and his superiors will never forgive him. The so-called Mr. Pollock is already involved. If he is convicted as the culprit, the real mastermind It won’t save his life. Now the boss promises him that there is a way to save him, but in fact he just stands by and does nothing. After the sentencing, no one he confesses can be used as evidence, so this gentleman is doomed to be a scapegoat in vain.”

"I don't understand why you do this." Pollock, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took the initiative to speak, "I don't even understand what you said."

"You understand," said Holmes. "The confession after sentencing will be recorded, and it will be somewhat useful. I hope you will have changed your mind when we see you next time in the cell—provided we can meet again in the cell." you."

"You can't send me to the gallows because of personal grievances," Pollock showed a contemptuous expression, "the court has no evidence to sentence me to death."

"We'd be happy to execute you legally, but unfortunately there are those who don't."

Pollock hesitated for a moment, looking between the detective and the sergeant.

"You may not understand, sir, that the reason why you are alive and well here is thanks to Mr. Holmes for catching you." The police officer noticed that he was looking at himself, and responded, "If you are still poor outside In order to cope with the instructions given to you by your boss, you may have died in an accident because of "poor planning" in a certain mission."

"You mean..." Pollock couldn't find a suitable answer for a while.

"Mr. Police Officer, you should fully understand. It's just that you haven't had any contact with your accomplices so far, and you can't get conclusive information. You would rather deceive yourself. In fact, when you were discovered, a careless car The carriage should have not seen you passing by when turning the corner of the street, or more perfectly, you should have accidentally fallen down when you were going down the stairs, sir, and died on the spot. If you don’t believe in your boss’s ability, sir, you can go out Go try it, Scotland Yard won't stop you, the police don't have that kind of heart to keep non-witnesses safe. But I think since Mr. is loyal to his boss, he should have confidence in his abilities - although not necessarily that he will True to you."

Having said these words, the detective no longer looked at Pollock.

Not surprisingly, the next day he received word that Pollock had agreed to confess.

They couldn't move Moriarty until they dug out all the information he knew, or in other words, they had to know every important role in the entire organization thoroughly, and then catch them all without making mistakes.Moriarty must have discovered that Porlock, who was under his control, suddenly disappeared, and soon he will realize that with Porlock's ability and courage, he cannot hide for too long. The police must have intervened to disturb his situation. , and then adjust his arrangement on a large scale to minimize the loss.

But it is not very useful.thought Holmes, readjusting the collar of his coat.

But where is the nightingale?There was no doubt that Moriarty had her with him now.

But where is the nightingale.

The author has something to say: OK, I know I've been slapped in the face again. It was agreed to start before Christmas, but I continued to write when I was lazy.Well, maybe we will meet again in another chapter, let the author restore his brain cells.