Baker Street Charterers

The second destination was the Royal Naval Hospital in Greenwich Town. Because it was too late, Holmes decided to take Nora to stay in a small hotel for one night.At six o'clock the next day, Nora knocked on the door of Sherlock Holmes' room and saw an energetic detective with strange lights in his eyes. She was taken aback, and immediately asked him, "Did you sleep all night?"

"I feel energetic all over my body, and rest makes no difference to me." Holmes said in a high voice. "Come on, it's time to see that handsome psychiatrist, Mr. Robert."

"...It seems that you did not sleep all night, who did you talk to this time?" Nora smiled.

"The proprietress of the hotel, Ms. Heath, who is over forty years old but has an unfortunate marriage and is unbearably lonely. She just wants to talk about it." Holmes cleared his throat. "You know, I want to get any news about someone in a small town from birth to death." , you’d better ask two kinds of people, one is the old shoemaker, and the other is the owner of the hotel.”

"...Honestly, how many times has this happened, Sherlock?"

"...The process is not important. As a detective who only wants to get the truth, you only need to get the final result—"

Nora gave him a sideways look. "So you and that Ms. Heath talked all night?"

Holmes paused, calm and composed, "Actually, it's only an hour, which includes me introducing to him that I am a lieutenant from Stanford and my wife suffered from depression and hallucinations six months ago..."

"...Wait." Nora seemed to have noticed something was wrong, "...the wife you mentioned who suffered from depression and hallucinations...who?"

Holmes looked over calmly.

——"If single men and women live together in a hotel, it will arouse unnecessary suspicion." He explained in this way, looking very sincere and serious, but Nora stared at him unblinkingly, so Holmes, who was originally serious, slowly She turned her head away, paused for a few seconds, then turned back, and asked her very calmly, "Do you have something to say?"

Nora remained expressionless, "Even if I reluctantly agree to the identity of 'the wife of a Lieutenant from Stanford', depression and hallucinations...?"

Holmes glanced up and down at her casual men's attire, and then nodded, "Yes, my wife misses him so much that she thinks she is her husband because he is often away on business. Wearing her husband's old clothes every day, stubbornly refusing to listen to other people's persuasion..."

my wife……

Nora was stunned for a moment, her first feeling for this strange and complicated word was stunned, maybe she never thought that this word would come out of Sherlock's mouth one day, and it The object of meaning happens to be oneself.She clearly knew that it was just an identity needed to investigate the case, but she couldn't stop the complexity and sadness in her heart.She heard her let out a low sigh, "Sherlock, you said you wouldn't have a wife."

The tone was a strange helplessness that she had never had before.

Holmes paused.

Then his calm voice was heard.

"Yes, Sherlock probably won't have a wife," he said, "but walking here is Lieutenant Monte Thomas of Stanford, and he's taking his wife, Marianne, on his way to find a spirit of some renown." Mr. Robert, Physician."

Nora stared at the back of Holmes walking forward slowly. She was in a daze for a while, until Holmes stopped and wanted to look back, she suddenly came back to her senses, followed quickly, turned her head and smiled at him with Very helpless, "Actually, you can choose a name that is not so bad."

"So, Lucia, Julie, Amanda... which do you prefer?"

"...I choose Marianne."

"You see, I often choose the most suitable," said Holmes with certainty.

Nora pointed to a shop not far behind, "I hope the name doesn't come from that restaurant called 'Marian's Golden Tongue'."

"..."

Holmes coughed twice, still calm, "You see, I have already said that detectives only focus on the results, and we don't need to care about unnecessary details..."

Nora raised her eyebrows and stared at him until Holmes looked a little unnaturally weird. She suddenly approached and put her arm around him. Under his surprised stare, she spoke sincerely and sincerely, "Dear , since we have not met again for a long time, I will naturally guard you every step of the way, lest you leave me again because of official business, and I become that terrible crazy woman immersed in fantasy."

"..."

Holmes maintained the original movement with stiff muscles, turned his head slowly, and then slightly lowered his head to look at Nora. The other party was obviously smiling and his eyes were bright, but he could feel the sinister sense of threat surrounding him.

He coughed lowly, raised his head, and tried to stay rational and calm, "Marian is a gentle wife who loves her husband very much."

Nora raised her eyebrows, "So, could it be that she was rejected by her husband?"

Holmes shook his head, and under Nora's surprised gaze, he took off his scarf and wrapped it around her neck exposed to the cool breeze, then raised his head and looked into the distance, his tone was as calm as he usually does when investigating any case Wu Bo, "Unfortunately, the Lieutenant also cherishes his wife very much, even though she is different."

Nora stared blankly at Holmes' tough and calm side face. She couldn't capture deeper emotions in those gray eyes, but the residual warmth of the scarf around her neck was still there, revealing a faint smoke that was about to dissipate. taste.She unconsciously lowered her eyelids slightly, wanting to smile and sigh at the same time.

This will become a tacit memory between them.

No one spoke again along the way, and there was silence until they stood at the door of the hospital, and Holmes asked the female nurse sitting in the back room, "Good morning, ma'am, I am looking for a doctor named Robert Lee."

The nurse sized up the customer who showed up early in the morning, then shifted her gaze to the lady who was standing next to him with a frightened expression, nodded knowingly, and pointed to the direction of an aisle, "The second person in the psychiatric department Consulting room."

Holmes thanked him politely, and took Nora's wrist as he walked forward.

Nora moved her fingers uncomfortably, and said in a very small voice, "Actually, we can change our identities. I have never been someone else's wife..."

She has indeed played many roles, except "someone's wife".

Perhaps Holmes was thinking about something, and he didn't seem to hear the words, so Nora had to give up, and was followed him obediently by the wrist.

The words "Dr. Robert Lee" were written on the second consulting room. Holmes still did not let go of her hand, and knocked on the door with the other hand. I glanced around inside, and then fixed on the man who was sitting on the chair and turned around, "Doctor Robert?"

Nora hid behind Holmes in a state of panic, but her eyes looked at him calmly—he was indeed handsome, a kind of extraordinary masculinity that few women could refuse, with hard outline, long and narrow blue eyes, and brilliant hair. Blonde hair, tall and slender, wearing a white coat, is spinning a brand new red pen in his hand, and looks of extraordinary value.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a long table with a pen holder and notepad, a wooden cabinet with various medical books, and an oil painting depicting the sea scenery hanging on the wall.

"You may call me Thomas, but this is my wife Marianne," Holmes introduced.

Dr. Robert narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Nora, and nodded, "Please sit down, are you bringing this lady...?"

"That's right." Holmes admitted, and then told in great detail some seemingly true and believable "how my wife behaved when she was ill" and "how much she loved me before the illness" and so on. life scene.Nora was a little dazed when she heard this, and she looked at Holmes with surprise and even horror in her eyes, but in the eyes of outsiders, it was her disbelief and anxiety about herself when she was unconscious.

In fact, Nora's real thought at the moment is: Sherlock is too good at making up this, isn't it if she doesn't have any impression of it, it sounds like it's true...

At the end, Holmes looked back at her with soft eyes. Nora paused for a moment, and immediately grasped his hand tightly knowingly. Then Holmes tightened his hand to hold her fingers, and turned to Dr. Robert. Said, "I am very worried about my wife's condition. Will she continue to deteriorate like this? I am not sure when she became ill. When she is unconscious, no one is allowed to approach her except me...not to mention she has three I am pregnant for a month, and I am afraid that her condition will harm the child."

Nora Pregnant: "..."

Hearing about the fact that she was exactly three months pregnant, Robert paused slightly, his gaze stopped at her abdomen, and Nora, who was on high alert because of Holmes' words, immediately gave him a defensive look. , and then had to hold his stomach tightly.

Robert looked away knowingly.

Holmes continued, "I heard about you from a maid of a friend. She introduced me to you. It is said that the doctor once cured a lady with similar symptoms, so I hope my wife can get good care from you. ..."

The phrase "good care" was bitten very carefully by him, Robert's face froze, as if thinking of some not-so-good memories, he was stunned for a moment.

Sure enough, it was him—Holmes and Nora secretly exchanged glances, and then he turned his head to look. Robert had already settled his expression. He thought for a while about the expectant look from his husband, and finally clicked. Nod, "I promise to treat your wife's illness, you can go to Linna to fill out a form and give it to me."

Holmes nodded, his eyes flicked from his hand inadvertently, showing a look of surprise, "My friend also has a pen that is exactly the same as the one in your hand. It is said that it was brought back from abroad, and the price is expensive."

"This?" Robert subconsciously twirled the red pen again, and smiled casually, "It's probably just a gift from the patient's family. Of course, its meaning is more important than the price."

Holmes understood. He said good-bye to the doctor politely, and led the quiet Nora out the door.

It wasn't until he walked out of the hospital and turned into another street that Holmes let go of Nora's wrist, turned around, and said with piercing eyes, "So that's it, I probably know what's going on."

Nora rubbed her wrist and glanced at him, "Why didn't I know that you have a friend who owns the exact same pen?"

"Actually, I didn't make this up." Holmes smiled. "It is true that someone once owned this pen, and the owner of the pen lent it to our Cherie on that train that was out of service. Miss R. Bell, and then it was used to kill a mother and fetus. And now it's back in the hands of its former owner."

Nora froze.