Baker Street Charterers

It was close to six o'clock in the evening when Holmes came back. He seemed to have got rid of the depressed and depressed state when he first went out, and brought back oysters, pheasants and his favorite liquor.This made Mrs. Hudson very happy, and Nora and Watson exchanged a look, and they saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"What's the matter, Sherlock?" Watson teased.

"I've finished talking with Jones." Holmes took off his coat in a hurry, took a sip of tea, and continued, "He promised me to dispatch a police speedboat at night to be on standby at the head of Westminster to arrest the Mr Jonathan Small."

Watson was surprised that Holmes didn't like to act with people from the Metropolitan Police Department. He had always looked down on the execution and thinking skills of those people, and minimized his cooperation with them, but this time he actually chose to work with a police officer like Jones. Investigating the case together, it seems that this Mr. Small is indeed very capable.

At the dinner table, Sherlock Holmes is always talkative when he is happy, talking non-stop, from legends of gods and monsters to medieval pottery, Italian violin, Ceylon Buddhism and future battleships... I have to say that Holmes is even an expert in some novelty research. It's not like Nora hasn't seen a knowledgeable person before, but it's the first time she's seen someone who covers such a wide range of... strange things.

In this kind of conversation where Holmes is obviously the main host, Nora and Watson perfectly showed the patience and loyalty of the audience, without interrupting or interrupting, occasionally echoing and expressing a few opinions. joyous.

After the meal, Holmes looked at his watch, finished his glass of wine, and stood up, keeping his bow tie a little loose, with a vigorous smile on his face, "Well, guys, I wish us success tonight. Sir, I remember you had one, didn't you?"

"Indeed, it was used in the army."

"Better take it with you, the carriage will be here soon."

After saying this, Holmes looked at Nora who was slowly wiping her mouth with a tissue, paused for a while, and then said slowly, as if thinking, "As for Nora... this operation is very dangerous, you don't have to follow."

"Oh?" Nora was surprised.

Holmes' tone remained steady, "I suggest you take a good rest. After all, your work is very important, and your boss, Mr. Hawke, certainly does not want you to be harmed indiscriminately in my work."

"..." Nora stared at him puzzled, always feeling that something was wrong in the words, but couldn't tell.

"Okay then." Nora expressed her disappointment at not being able to participate in this seemingly wonderful operation. She shrugged and replied with a sense of loss, "Then you all must be careful, everything will go well."

"..." Holmes paused, put on his trench coat, turned around and walked down the stairs.

The room fell silent for a moment after they left.Nora was sitting in the empty living room, with the dim floor lamp illuminating her profile, she looked extremely quiet and lonely.

After tidying up the house, Mrs. Hudson saw this scene, wiped her hands, came over and sat beside her, patted her head lovingly, and said softly, "Oh little Nora, look at your poor little appearance, you look like It's like being bullied by us Sherlock Holmes."

Nora immediately raised her eyebrows not to be outdone, "Bullying? Holmes? Heh—" fully expressed the disdain in her heart.

Mrs. Hudson's eyes were filled with smiles at this immediately lively appearance. Her palms were thin but warm, with the generous and kind feeling that belonged to the elderly, "Little Nora, you may not feel that Holmes is not I don't want to take you with me, but..."

She paused, and her tone was mixed with constriction, "...It was Sherlock who expressed his dissatisfaction to you."

Nora immediately showed a "Damn" expression.

"You see, Sherlock never cared about other people, but as far as I heard, he mentioned your Mr. Hawke more than once today." Mrs. Hudson said this with high spirits, "I think, he How do you say it - 'Dear, dear, under the great boss', 'Your boss Mr Hawke'... Ha that's so funny, you should watch him when you wish him 'all the best' expression."

Nora was at a loss, "Expression?" Was there any expression on Holmes' face at that time?

"I rather think that Sherlock thought you were going to follow stubbornly, so he used those words to provoke you." Mrs. Hudson approached mysteriously, "After all, Mr. Hawke is a wealthy single gentleman who drives a car. A clinic, young, so tolerant and kind to you, and invites you to afternoon tea ... In any case, it is much more romantic and interesting than 'murder'."

"..." Nora continued to be at a loss—forgiving?kind?Was she sure it was Cleveland?

"If you have no intention of Sherlock..." Mrs. Hudson lowered her voice, "I think that Mr. Hawke is actually a good choice..."

"???!"

Nora suddenly came to her senses, "Wait, wait—" She immediately straightened her body, with a serious expression, and repeated word by word, "Yes—Sherlock—unintentional?"

Mrs. Hudson looked at her in surprise. "Is there a problem, child?"

"There are problems everywhere." Nora maintained a high level of seriousness, "Sherlock and I have always been very good friends, how do you think me and him—well, this... is intentional?" The last word was kidnapped by her Changed the tune.

"Isn't it?" Mrs. Hudson was also at a loss, "I saw Sherlock playing the violin music composed for you that night, and covering you with his thin blanket... Could it be that the music was not written for you? "

"..." The point is not the violin music! ——Nora clutched her forehead and sighed, "I guess you probably misunderstood. We were very tired from investigating the case that day. Sherlock did it out of concern among friends. He didn't treat his friends indifferently——As for That piece...God, Mrs. Hudson, I don't think he made it for me at all."

"Really?" said Mrs. Hudson incredulously. "But I saw 'Girl Wandering Under the Street Lamp' written on that piece of paper. That's the name of the piece..."

She suddenly paused, with a more suspicious look on her face, "...Is there another girl?"

"..."

Nora pricked up her ears, huh?

"But as far as I know, apart from you and the lady who lives alone in the Apollinai tailor shop, Sherlock has not met other women..."

Nora rubbed her nose, "Probably he just didn't mean it. Ha, Sherlock Holmes, to me? On purpose?" Nora laughed cheerfully, as if seeing some incredible joke, "Mrs. Hudson, you How humorous."

"Silly girl." The landlord also laughed, "but apart from you, I have never seen a female companion who is so suitable for Holmes. Couple, it's not an unexpected ending, it's what everyone expected'."

Nora laughed out loud, "Really, you don't have to worry about it at all, Mrs. Hudson, the tabloids like to write like this, because everyone likes to read them." She stopped suddenly at this point, showing a kind of interest "Ah... my dear Mrs. Hudson, if you want to know if it's true, I can help you."

The old lady, who was always keen on gossip, immediately leaned forward, her eyes lit up, "What can I do, my good boy, tell me quickly and let me hear it?"

Nora whispered a few words in her ear, and Mrs. Hudson nodded slowly with a surprise, funny, and interesting expression on her face, "Just do as you say."

Nora smiled and made a gesture that everything was ok.

——It's a pity that they waited until late at night for this plan, and neither Holmes nor Watson came home.

In the end Mrs. Hudson couldn't take it anymore, so she went back to her room to rest.Nora waited for 10 minutes, finally looked at the finger clock and walked slowly towards 2 o'clock in the morning, and finally couldn't stand up and go back to the room.

Nora didn't see Holmes until the next morning, when Nora went downstairs to have breakfast after washing up.Watson lay exhausted on his sofa, looking drowsy.

"Hey, Watson." Nora walked over. "How's the case going?"

Watson who was awakened widened his eyes and stared blankly for a long time before he gradually came back to his senses, and then showed a very gratified smile, "After a night of intense pursuit, ha——you can't even understand how exciting and exciting the process is. It was difficult, but we found it, the key person——Jonathan Small, we captured him and retrieved the treasure... Well, the case is closed for the time being."

"I'll ask you about the specific process after get off work." Nora nodded, and then asked, "Where's Sherlock?"

Watson pointed upstairs, "After a busy night, he is probably exhausted and went to rest."

Nora let out a cry of disappointment, then suddenly remembered something, looked Watson up and down, and found something wrong——

Obviously well-groomed hair, combed meticulously, clean-shaven beard, brand-new bow tie, cleanly starched inner lining, and shiny and clean leather boots... and then think of the situation of appearing here before eight o'clock in the morning , Nora summed it up in her mind, and finally published her conclusion, "—someone had an accident during the investigation, and you are going to the funeral now?"

"..." Watson stared at her speechlessly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, "You can really talk."

"Oh?" Nora was enthusiastic. "Is there anything more solemn than this, is it worth the doctor getting up so early and dressing up so neatly?"

Hearing this, Watson slowly showed a slightly dizzy, sweet, and uneasy expression on his face. He subconsciously straightened his bow tie, cleared his throat, and told her in a loud and gentle voice, "...Of course, of course, Nora—more serious, much more serious than this thing you're talking about."

Nora showed a look of all ears in cooperation.

"I'm going on a date with Miss Mary Morstan." Watson said softly, and a gentle and bright smile could not be concealed from his eyes. "I'm in love, Nora."