Baker Street Charterers

The ferocity and bewilderment on the coachman's face when he was chained is still fresh in his memory. He tried to break free like a trapped animal. Lestrade Gleeson managed to subdue him until Lestrade grabbed his neck with his hand It made him breathless, and he realized that struggling was useless, and he calmed down.

Nora flexibly tied his hands and feet with ropes, and Gleason and Lestrade looked at her with strange eyes. It seems that her actions just now shocked the two detectives. Say nothing about that, but it doesn't change anything for Nora.After finishing all this, she retreated to the side, smiling kindly at Watson's worried question.

"Okay, gentlemen, this confusing little case is finally over." Holmes sat back on his exclusive sofa, showing an exceptionally relaxed smile, "You are welcome to ask any questions, and I will definitely answer them all."

The murderer was powerless to resist and fell silent. He looked around and suddenly showed a gentle and friendly smile that did not match his face, and apologized for whether the struggle just now hurt them.

"It seems that I can only go to the police station." He said, "My car is at the gate, and I can walk down by myself-this girl is really tied up firmly, I have never seen this method before."

Nora looked carefully at the culprit who caused the deaths of the two people. Few people were so big and strong, and their black face was weather-beaten and still full of firmness and vitality.He looked at Holmes with obvious relief and admiration in his eyes. "If the position of Chief of Police is vacant, you must be the best candidate."

Holmes made no reaction to this, but said to the two detectives, "Let us send him there together."

"I can drive," said Lestrade.

The group arrived at the police station and entered a small room where an officer recorded the name of the criminal as well as the name of the victim.Someone asked about Watson and Nora on the way, but the identities of "detective assistant" and "person who witnessed the case" were enough for them to participate in the interrogation.

"Mr. Jefferson Hope," said the officer with a blank expression, "do you have anything to say before interrogating you? I must remind you that from now on everything you say will be recorded and may be used as a Interrogation testimony."

Jefferson Hope smiled inexplicably, and said slowly, "Of course, I have a lot to say, but maybe I won't be able to wait for the interrogation—don't worry, I'm not trying to commit suicide, you are a doctor, right? ' His dark eyes turned to Watson.

Watson nodded.

"Then, please click here." He smiled and pointed to his heart with his handcuffed hands.Watson paused, then leaned over, with a surprised expression on his face. "You—you have an aneurysm?!"

The murderer’s expression was very serene, “Yes, they said the same thing. Other doctors told me that this blood vessel would rupture within a few days. I’ve had this disease for many years, and it’s getting worse every year. I’m in Salt Lake In the mountains of the city, it was caused by the wind, the sun, the sun and overwork. But now that I have completed my mission, I don't care about it, but I want to explain all this clearly before I die, and I don't want to be regarded as a person after death. Simple murderer."

After a quick discussion between the officer and the detective, it was finally agreed to get his statement first.

The prisoner made it down. Since he was arrested, he has behaved very gentle and calm, with the dim and gentle light that is unique to dying people in his eyes.

He began to narrate everything that happened from beginning to end.Cause, process, metamorphosis, and decision.

This is a story about family, love, death, and revenge.

There is an arid and desolate desert in the central part of North America. The vast wilderness is divided into pieces of saline-alkali land by dwarf live oak forests.But it is not deserted here—the mysterious and devout Mormons migrated to this sanctuary through hardships, from the banks of the Mississippi River to the western foothills of the Rocky Mountains. The torment of disease, and every hardship and danger, was overcome by the Anglo-Saxons, and they managed to live here.

Digging ditches to build gullies, planting walls to demarcate boundaries, cultivating crops, cutting down trees for reclamation, this remote virgin land was reclaimed as a new human settlement in the second year.Of course, this is not the key point, the focus is on the outsiders among this group of believers-John Ferret and his adopted daughter Lucy, the chance encounter between life and death on the Gobi, they took root together with this group of believers.The industrious and pragmatic John has a set of superb craftsmanship, a steel-like body, tireless work from morning to night, and soon pays off. In three years, he surpassed his neighbors and became a rich man in that area, while 12 Years later, throughout the Salt Lake City area, from the Inland Sea to the distant Wasatch Mountains, no one was more famous than him.

He followed the rules, abided by the teachings of this new area, and raised Lucy conscientiously.And his adopted daughter grew up day by day, and the fresh air in the mountain area diffused the fragrance of fat everywhere, making this girl look slim, healthy and beautiful.How many people pass by the avenue of Ferret Grange, as long as they see this beautiful young girl lightly crossing the wheat field, or riding a horse like a western girl, they will not be able to walk.

Among them was Jefferson Hope.

This is a very clichéd love story, a beautiful girl and a strong and enthusiastic young man, not to mention that this young man is very smart and understands the world. Nothing can stop their love, until Jefferson had to travel for two months because of the silver mine, and during this time, disaster suddenly happened, which brewed the following tragic story.

Lucy Ferrie, at the beginning of a beautiful youth, but in the end her beauty was unlucky, and bad luck came——this new settlement opened up by gangsters, people's lives are not as happy and happy as imagined—here is full of gangs and beliefs. Conflict, on the desolate western prairie, "Dan Knight Gang" and "Avenging Angel" are still synonymous with evil and ominous, cruel and bloody atrocities are carried out under the guise of religion, no one knows whether your neighbors or friends will It is one of the terrorists. Everyone is on guard, and no one dares to tell the truth.

The news of Lucy and Jefferson's private life was not hidden from others. The leader of the gangsters, Brigham, came to John's house and asked to betroth his daughter to Stangerson or Draper. Young and rich, and crucially, they weren't pagans like Jefferson, they were Orthodox.

Of course, John, who loves his adopted daughter, would not marry his beloved daughter to anyone—each of them is absurd, marrying more than a dozen wives, squandering money but not doing business.Brigham left angrily, and let everyone closely monitor the father and daughter.John didn't dare to resist, because before that, many famous and wealthy people had been killed secretly, and all their property had been returned to the church.

This kind of torment was painful and tormenting, but after all, two months later, Lucy waited for her lover——Jefferson Hope, who sneaked into Ferrell's house. He was too late to eat for two days and two nights .

He and his family sneaked out of the field with his father and daughter. Rao Yuandao passed the border checkpoint and entered a mountain to hide.But the tragedy still came——only a short time to go hunting, his Lucy and her father were caught by the believers who came after hearing the news, and John died under Stangerson's gun .

Jefferson rushed back like a bewilderment, and never stopped for six days and nights, but when he finally found a good friend, he learned that Lucy was forced to marry the little Draper. West, but only saw a coffin, a young corpse.

He broke into the mourning hall, kissed her forehead deeply, took the wedding ring away, and then disappeared from everyone's sight.

Year after year, he disguised himself and changed his name and surname. He only wanted revenge and justice, and he had already put his own life aside.He searched for those two families, from Salt Lake City to all over the United States. Honest, black hair turned gray, penniless, did various jobs, and continued to wander, like a hated dog who never gave up. The hound put all his energy and time on the great cause of revenge, and he dedicated his life to it.

Finally, he accidentally found them in Cleveland, Ohio, but unfortunately he was also recognized by Draper and was taken into prison by the police. When he came out, Draper and his secretary had already left After leaving Europe, he had to save enough money again, then went to Europe to find his enemies, and finally drove them to a desperate situation in London.

"She was going to marry me. She was already married to me." Jefferson said calmly, "but she was forced to marry this Draper, and she died in depression within a month. Her father Stangerson also died at the gun. I took this wedding ring off her body, and I swear - I must let Draper watch this ring die, and I want him to die before he dies. Filled with pain and regret."

"I asked around, and with a long beard, they couldn't possibly recognize me anymore. I followed them closely, waiting for the opportunity, and followed them wherever I went--drawing a carriage was the best way, so that no one would would doubt me, and I could go anywhere."

"They are cunning, and never go out alone, nor at night. I have not seen them part for two weeks, and although Draper is often drunk, Stangerson is not negligent, but I am not discouraged. , the only thing I worry about is the chest disease - if it ruptures early, I will not be able to complete my revenge, God finally have mercy on me - one evening, I was driving around where they lived, and suddenly there was a car The carriage drew up at their house, and a young man, furiously beating Draper with a club--if he hadn't run fast enough, fled all the way round the bend, just in time to see my carriage, Called me into the car and went to the Halliday Hotel."

"I wouldn't kill him like this—no, of course not, it's just a dogmatic execution of justice. I've decided long ago to give them a chance, if they can take it, there's a chance. I'm In the days of wandering in America, he did everything to make a living. One of them visited the laboratory of York College and heard the professor explain the problem of sex. Extracted from arrows, a little bit can kill. I took a little, made a dissolvable pill, put it in a box, and took an identical non-toxic one-they chose one first, and the rest I'll eat the rest."

"It was a stormy day, and it was past midnight when Draper came out of the hotel, about one o'clock, and the streets were deserted—you can't imagine how excited I was, and I was driving him, and I saw Lucy, and she was Smiling at me, all the way. They were beside my carriage all the way to the empty house, and I looked in through the window, and Draper was asleep and defenseless."

Jefferson smiled, "I helped him walk in, then lit a match, lit a candle I brought, and used it to illuminate my face - he looked at me for a long time with drunken eyes, and finally realized Here I am, my face pale with fright, but I want to laugh, revenge is a happy revenge, I am so happy, blood is gushing from my nose, my illness may attack soon .”

"He kept crying for his life, I forced him to swallow a pill, watched his poisonous hair, held up Lucy's ring to his eyes, I wanted him to die thinking of her face - I was on the wall There was a word written on it, which was written on the body of the deceased who had read about the murder of Germans in the newspaper. Then I went out, and after driving the carriage for a while, I found that Lucy’s ring was not on me. I had to turn around and meet a policeman as soon as I entered the house, and had to pretend to be a drunk so as not to arouse his suspicions."

"As for Stangerson...he is indeed very cunning, maybe he thought he could get away with me by hiding in the hotel, but he was very wrong-I quickly found where he was, and I crawled into I came out of his room, told him about the circumstances of Draper's death, and told him to take a pill too. He didn't accept the opportunity, but stabbed me with a knife. I killed him in self-defense, no matter what. Either way, it's going to be like this, and God wouldn't let a sinner like him swallow that harmless pill."

"As for the later, let's talk about it together-I continued to drive to save money and go back to America, and I saw my Lucy for the last time. When I parked in the square that day, a child asked Jefferson Hope, the coachman, and said that there was a gentleman on Baker Street. To hire a car, I came without doubt, and the next thing this lady knocked me down, and this young man handcuffed me, what a good pair - that's all I've been through, gentlemen, you may think I am a murderer, but I think, like you, I am a judge who enforces the law, you pay attention to the law, and I only see justice."

"There is one more question," said Holmes at last. "You have an accomplice who came to claim the ring after the advertisement. Who is he?"

"I can tell you my own secrets, but I will not do things that hurt others, and I will never call others out. He is just a friend. I think you will admit that he did this very beautifully."

"Indeed." Holmes said convincingly.

The case was completely over here, the truth came out, the murderer was found, arrested and brought to justice, but everything was not so happy.

On the carriage back to Baker Street from the police station, Watson couldn't help sighing deeply, "This Mr. Jefferson Hope is not a bad man, and the people he killed are also criminals."

Nora smiled, "I admire his perseverance and patience, not everyone can be like a day for more than ten years, just for a person who is not a wife, wandering all the way from the United States to London, just to abide by the one in his heart Take the sword of justice."

"Justice, morality, love." Holmes whispered, and suddenly his voice dropped again, almost sighing, "Love..."

Nora smiled, and echoed in an unclear manner, "...love."

what is love?Love is the wings that the lips and teeth give sound to fly, the sharp blade hidden in the wings, the bright yellow flowers blooming on the cold wind and high mountains, the crown that crowns mankind, and nails him to the cross.