[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(Nightingale's notes)

"Mrs. Hudson is right."

"what?"

"You are the most odious tenant in all of London. I will add now, the most odious detective in all of England."

"Is there any detective in England who you think is a strictly equal to me?"

I admit this question overwhelms me.Even McMurdo and I never called ourselves "consulting detectives."Unless we call the police after solving the case, the police will never take the initiative to talk to us.

"Did Mrs. Hudson spare you when you got back to Baker Street?"

"Ha, in the next few days, when she thought about it, she chased me with a rolling pin in 221B. Once there was a disturbance, and Mrs. Dole next door came to break the fight, which meant to reprimand me for Mrs. Hudson. It seems that since You don't play the piano at 221B, and Mrs. Dole hasn't visited in a long time... No, Nightingale, why are the ladies so violent now. And Watson, you shouldn't be joking with him, he actually passed out once. Listen When the news of my 'death' came, Merry had a heart attack and went to the hospital."

"Yes. She didn't come to see us off when the McMurdos and I left London."

"Yes. She was in the hospital again when the news of my return came. Thank God she is safe now, or I would have jumped off the Reichenbach Falls. Watson nearly killed me."

I found the conversation a bit funny later on, but at the time everything involving these few people just made me sad.

"I also heard Watson say something about you."

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.It was a Sherlock Holmes question, and it was hard to expect him to ask directly about things he didn't know, especially trifles he didn't normally bother to ask.

"I have too many things to do."

The Sherlock Holmes doubts have not been eliminated.

"Say it straight."

"Watson said you were proposed for the first time in your life."

It seemed strange to me when Holmes said this. He obviously knew better, and looked away anxiously.

"Oh... Then he must have told you who it is."

"He didn't tell me. But it's the Openshaw boy without a second thought."

Holmes has treated John Openshaw maliciously as a child from the first time he saw him, and has continued to do so ever since.

"Is there anyone else in my social circle who is familiar with me to this extent?"

"Of course it's not surprising." Holmes still only gave me a cold profile. "The strange thing is that you actually refused. As far as I know, it's not easy for someone in your social circle to propose marriage."

"Ha!" I laughed bitterly.

"You must have broken the boy's heart."

"That's serious. Watson didn't tell you, or you didn't deduce, that within two weeks after I rejected him, he was engaged to another alternative I didn't know or heard of."

"I know." Holmes glanced back at me, but he should have adjusted his demeanor by this time, and I couldn't see anything.

"I may know something you don't. Mr. Openshaw's father left a somewhat old-fashioned clause in his will that he had to settle before he could inherit. Given that he himself was a decent young man with a bright future , in theory, no matter which girl accepts his marriage proposal, it will be the best of both worlds. The first thing he thinks of is you."

"I still think you're mocking me. Or him."

If it hadn't been for McMurdo coming into the office at this moment with a folder in his hand and looking sullen, I find it difficult to divert the question of marriage proposal.Seeing Holmes occupying his chair in an aristocratic manner, my partner nodded politely, sat down on his desk, and looked down at us both.

"Smoking is allowed in the office." McMurdo gestured to his colleague without looking him in the eye.

"Thank you." Holmes gave him a very friendly smile, his eyes narrowed, and he took out a cigarette.I glared at McMurdo, who pretended not to see me.Holmes let out a puff of smoke with a sigh, and glanced at McMurdo, who was frowning at the papers.

"Do we disturb your thinking, Mr. McMurdo?"

"Thanks for the excuse. But it's a shame that I occupy the secretary's desk all day. Call me Jack."

"Are you trying to use deduction, Mr. McMurdo?"

"Yes. Call me Jack. It doesn't matter if you refuse me to call you Sherlock. I hate being called by my first name. They only call me by my last name when I'm in trouble. Excuse me, what did you just ask?"

Holmes frowned slightly.

"I thought it was Nightingale's work."

"Yes. But she is busy chatting with an acquaintance today, and she doesn't even have time to look at the case, so I have to do it."

"It seems that you haven't had an easy few years." Holmes looked at him, and gently put the hand holding the cigarette on the writing table.

"what do you mean?"

"Meet an opponent who wants to end your life."

McMurdo looked down at himself.

"The left arm is a full inch shorter than the right arm. It wasn't like that last time I saw you. I don't think the bullet that hit the bone was meant to hit the arm."

McMurdo moved the five fingers of his left hand subconsciously.

"You haven't lost the slightest bit of skill during this time. Baldwin of the valley came to me. Since he was already on the gallows, let's not mind that he broke this bone. Fortunately, it has not been amputated." McMurdo He threw the folder aside, "Mr. Holmes, I know you still have troubles in London. If you are worried that it will be difficult for one person to deal with Moriarty's remnants, I guarantee that Nightingale will not help."

"You're so reassuring, Jack."

"Mr. McMurdo is a good partner, Nightingale. It would be a pity if you treat him like this all the time." Holmes knocked the cigarette ash. "But I'm sorry, this time I hope to solve it myself."

"Myself and Watson," I said.

"It doesn't matter." Holmes shrugged. "Watson is only doing some minor work. I mean no intellectual support. I know that you and Colonel Moran have some quarrels. I know you would like to see it yourself." Avenge this."

"Personally I think I've reported it," I said, "albeit at a fair cost. You're sure you're going to take this one to court instead of letting him get a bullet for yourself?"

"I can assure you of that." Holmes smiled. "After dealing with these chores, will you return to London?"

"I don't think so—how has Mycroft been lately?"

"It's still the same as before. And every time I mention you, I laugh at it."

"Eh... eh?"

"Because you read an English book that time at the Diogenes Club."

"Do you want me to read the French?"

"Of course not. You should have known that the book was originally written in Latin and right in front of you, and you simply ignored it and took away the translation for the occasional layman."

"I can't read Latin," I murmured, "and I don't even know anyone who knows Latin."

"Ah...then except for the two surnamed Holmes?" McMurdo was digging out a match with a cigar in his mouth. "Where are all your thoughts? A student of Christ Church in Oxford, he speaks eloquently. He can use recovery now." It’s a pity that you don’t know how to chat with you.”

"I'd really like to know how you know that."

"While chatting with the fellows in London, another Mr. Holmes said it. And my nightingale girl, I say this now, if you don't go back to London with this guy, no one here will care about these literary things , but you are the one who knows the most about this. Latin and Greek are useless to me. As for you, Mr. Holmes, I also have a suggestion. If you do not need peer assistance for your work in London, as it does, just Don't expect Miss Nightingale to go back. Isn't she a waste of resources on Baker Street. Mr. Holmes, who has always been independent, does not need the assistance of a nightingale. Even if there was a teacher-student relationship, she is now informally independent .In my opinion, the current situation is the most beneficial arrangement for both parties.”

"I never knew you were so eloquent."

McMurdo compared the cigar box to me, and I shook my head in refusal.This guy never gave up trying to get me to smoke.

"And I'll tell you one more thing, don't believe what Sherlock Holmes says. He's got all the useless knowledge out of his head. It doesn't work at all," I said. You never know if that information will come in handy one day. If it’s not in the phone book, it’s better to remember.”

Holmes frowned, looking worried at the two of us, and quietly smoked the cigarette in his hand for a while.

"Well, I guess that's it. I'll call you if there's anything."

"When it's really 'something'," I added.

"If you know it's not really something, I won't think of you."

"That couldn't be better."

Holmes did not stop at Manchester.He returned to London the next day. In early April, 1894, news of the return of Sherlock Holmes hit the major papers, and we read about it in Manchester.

"What kind of madman would think of making a wax figure for himself." McMurdo threw the newspaper aside. "He is always surprising."

"Wild and unpredictable (crazy and unpredictable)." Iris repeated, "You said that if the three of us are a criminal gang, can we fight with him?"

I almost spit out the coffee in my mouth, but I blocked it with my handkerchief.

"Don't be a fool," whispered McMurdo.

I still went back to Baker Street once, because the women strongly demanded that the old group of 221B be reunited again, and I also needed to visit Meili who was recovering from a serious illness.She seemed to be doing well, and Watson often needed to be reminded not to have any trouble with Holmes this time.I even ventured once more to visit Mycroft Holmes in Pall Mall, this time keeping as far away from the bookshelves as possible.A long separation followed. In April, 1895, Holmes telegraphed me to London to take part in what he called a "very interesting case," so that I had a little involvement in the lone cyclist case, with very little to record.I thought it would take a long time to meet again, but I was dragged back to London in May.This time it was no longer a bluff.Not the toughest case I've ever seen, no personal danger, but it ended in a very dramatic way.

The author has something to say: the last day of vacation, the author is buried in the homework crematorium and cannot extricate himself.I wish you all the best in your study and work, and I will continue to make up for the reading homework!