Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock. Holmes

Sherlock. Holmes is a questioning detective of Conan Dao's model. Although he is amateur, he is much better than the idiots of the Scotland Yard. What I admire most is his reasoning and observation that he can see a person's body shape and physical condition from a pipe. He can also analyze which part of the area is from the mud on the shoes of others, and he is particularly familiar with the streets of London. If I don't say that he is amateur, you might think that he is a private detective. Right? Haha, just kidding, he is also proficient in swordsmanship and boxing. He is also good at smashing once and he almost cheated the peanuts. Let me tell you about the Bohemian scandal.

Sherlock Holmes always called her the woman. I rarely hear other names used when he mentioned her. In his mind, she is superb, and other women are eclipsed. This is not to say that he has a close love relationship with Irene Adler. Because of his rational, rigorous and admirable, calm and calm mind, all emotions, especially love, are out of place. I think he is simply the most flawless machine in the world for reasoning and observation. But as a lover, he will put himself in the wrong position. He never said warm words, let alone talked with sarcasm and ridicule. Observers appreciate this gentle love story because it is a perfect thing to reveal people's motives and behaviors. But for a well-trained theorist, allowing this emotion to intrude on his own meticulous and rigorous character will distract him and make all the intellectual achievements he has obtained suspect. It falls into the sand in the precision instrument, or the crack in his high-magnification magnifying lens is no more disturbing than the incorporation of a strong feeling in his character. However, there is only one woman, and this woman is the late Irene Adler, still in his vaguely questionable memory.

1 Bohemia, the Czech Republic today. Before the First World War, he was ruled by Austria. - Translator's Note

I have rarely met with Holmes recently. I was negligent with him after I got married. My full happiness and the family fun that I felt as the owner of my family for the first time attracted my full attention. But Holmes, he was unrestrained and disgusted with all the rituals in the society, so he still lived in the house of our Baker Street, buried in the old books pile. He took cocaine a week and was full of energy in another week, so he was alternately in a state of drowsiness caused by drugs and his exuberant energy. As usual, he is still fascinated with the study of criminal behavior, and uses his outstanding talents and extraordinary observation to find clues and break the mysteries that the military police thinks are hopelessly answered and abandoned. . From time to time, I vaguely heard some information about his activities: such as the fact that he was called to Odessa to go to the Trebov assassination; the tragedy of the Atkinson brothers who detected the very strange Tingkomari; and finally He has done such a subtle and outstanding mission for the Dutch royals and so on. These situations, like other readers, are only read from the newspaper. In addition, I know very little about other things about my old friends and partners.

One night - the evening of March 20, 1888 - I was passing Baker Street on my way back from the clinic. The door to the house is still fresh in my memory. In my heart, I always associate it with the mysterious events in the case of "the study of blood words". As I passed the door, I suddenly had a strong desire to talk to Holmes, and I wanted to know what his extraordinary intelligence is currently being. In his few rooms, the lights are bright. I looked up and saw that his thin, tall black silhouette reflected on the curtains passed twice. His head lowered his chest and his hands clung to his back, quickly and eagerly squatting in the house. I know his various mental states and living habits, so for me, his posture and manners show what it is all about - he is working again. He must have just got up from his sleep after taking the medicine and is keen to explore clues about some new problems. I licked the bell and then was led into a room, and part of this room belonged to me.

His attitude is not very enthusiastic, this situation is rare, but I think he was happy when he saw me. He barely said a word, but his eyes were kind, pointed to an armchair and let me sit down, then threw his cigar box over and pointed to the alcohol bottle and small gas stove in the corner. He stood in front of the fireplace and looked at me with his unique introspective look.

"Marriage is a good fit for you," he said. "Huasheng, I think you have gained seven and a half pounds since we last met."

"Seven pounds." I replied.

"Really! I think it is more than seven pounds. Watson, I think it is a little more than seven pounds. According to my observation, you have opened a business to see people. But you have not told me in the past, you intend to practice medicine."

"How do you know this?"

"This is what I saw. It was inferred from me. Otherwise, how do I know that you have been licking recently, and that there is one of the most clumsy and careless servants?"

"My dear Holmes," I said, "you are simply too powerful. If you lived centuries ago, you will be burned to death by fire. Indeed, I walked to the country on Thursday to go and go home. The rain was a mess. But I have changed my clothes, I really can't imagine how you infered it. As for Mary Jane, she is simply incorrigible, my wife has sent her away. But this thing I also I can't see how you infer it."

He smiled slyly and stared at his slender, nervous hands.

“These things are very simple,” he said. “My eyes tell me that on the inside of the shoe on your left foot, where the fire is just shining, there are six almost parallel cracks on the face. Obviously, these cracks are caused by someone who wants to get rid of the muddy dirt on the heel and carelessly scrape the mud along the heel. Therefore, you are embarrassed, I have come up with the double inference that you used to be in a bad situation. The weather has gone out, and the particularly ugly cracks on the boots you wear are done by young and inexperienced maids in London. As for the practice of practicing medicine, it is because if a gentleman walks into my house, With the smell of iodine, his right index finger has black spots of silver nitrate. The top of his top hat is bulging, indicating that he has hidden his stethoscope. I would say that he is an activist in the medical profession. Then I am stupid enough."

He explained that the process of reasoning was so effortless, and I couldn't help but laugh. “When you talk about these inferences,” I said, “things always seem so simple, almost as simple as ridiculous, even I can reason, and before you explain the reasoning process, I’m going to the next step of your reasoning. Every situation is always confusing. But I still feel that my eyesight is not worse than yours."

“It’s true,” he lit a cigarette and leaned back against the armchair, replied, “You are watching rather than observing. The difference between the two is very clear. For example, you I often see the steps from the lobby below to this room?"

"I often see it."

“How many times?”

"Well, no less than a few hundred times."

"So, how many steps?"

"How many steps? I don't know."

"That's right! Because you didn't observe, but just watch it. This is exactly what I want to point out. You see, I know there are a total of seventeen steps. Because I not only look at it but observe it. By the way, because You are interested in these small problems, and because you are good at recording one or two of my little experiences, you may be interested in this thing." He put a thick pink on his desk. The note paper was thrown over. “This was sent by a recent postman,” he said. “You read it out loud.”

This note has no date and no signature or address.

[The note reads:] "A certain king will visit you at three o'clock this evening. It is important to discuss with you. Your recent service for a European royal family shows that you are entrusted with a difficult event. This kind of narration, broadcast the Quartet, I know what to do. I don’t want to go out at the time. If you are wearing a mask, don’t mind being lucky.”

"This is indeed a mysterious thing," I said. "What do you mean by this?"

"I have no facts that can be used as arguments. It is the biggest mistake before we get these facts. Some people unknowingly adapt to the theory with facts, not theory to adapt to the facts. But now Only such a note, can you see what can be inferred from it?"

I carefully checked the handwriting and the paper with the words written.

“The people who write this note are probably quite rich,” I said, trying to imitate my partner’s reasoning method. "This paper can't buy a stack of half a krona. The paper is particularly strong and crisp."

"Special - exactly these two words," said Holmes. "This is not a piece of paper made in the UK. You lift it up and look after the light."

I did this. I saw a large "E" in the paper texture and a small "g", a "P" and a "G" and a small "t" intertwined.

"Do you understand what this means?" Holmes asked.

"Undoubtedly, it is the name of the manufacturer, more precisely, the intertwined letters of his name."

“It’s totally wrong. 'G' and small 't’ represent the word “Gesellschaet” which is also the German word “company”. Like us 'Co. 'This is the same as the usual acronym. Of course, 'P' stands for 'Papier' - 'paper'. Now it's time to turn 'Eg'. Let's flip through the Continental Gazetteer. "He took a thick brown book cover from the shelf." EglowEglonitz, - with, Egria. It was in a country that speaks German—that is, in Bohemia, not far from Carlsbad. Known for the death of Wallenstein, it is also known for its glass factories and paper mills. 'Hah, ha, man, what do you mean by this? "His eyes sparkled, smugly squirting a smog of blue cigarettes.

“This paper was made in Bohemia.”

"Exactly. The German is written on this note. Have you noticed the special structure of the sentence of 'This kind of narration, broadcasting the Quartet, I am waiting for it?' The French or Russians would not write this way. Only German talents use such verbs indiscriminately. Therefore, what is to be ascertained now is what the Germans who write on Bohemian paper and would rather wear masks to cover up his true face of the mountain. What do you want to do?-- If I am not mistaken, he will come and he will break all our doubts."

Just as he spoke, a clear hoof and a horse wheel rubbed the rim of the roadside boulder, and then someone violently pulled the doorbell. Holmes blew a whistle.

"Listening to the sound is two horseback riding," he said. "Yes," he continued, his eyes glanced out the window. "A cute little carriage and a pair of beautiful horses, each worth 150 yen. Watson, if there is nothing else, this case There is money."

"I think I should go, Holmes."

"Where, doctor, you stay here. If I don't have my own Bauswell, I will be at a loss. This case seems very interesting. It would be a shame to miss it."

"But your client..."

"Follow him. I may need your help. He may be the same. He is coming. You are sitting in the armchair, doctor, take a good look at us."

We heard a slow and heavy footstep. First on the stairs, then in the aisle, to the door suddenly stopped. Then there is the sound of the sound and the sound of the singer.

"Please come in!" said Holmes.

A man came in. He was no less than six feet and six inches in shape, with a wide chest and strong limbs. His clothes are gorgeous. But that magnificent dress is a bit vulgar in the UK. His sleeves and double-breasted tops are lined with wide lambskin at the split ends, and the dark blue coat on the shoulders is lined with crimson silk, with a single flame-shaped green collar. Gem-set pins. Coupled with a pair of high-heeled leather boots on the feet, the boots are covered with dark brown fur, which makes people's impression of his overall appearance of wild luxury more profound. He had a big hat in his hand, and the upper part of his face wore a black mask that covered the cheekbones. Apparently he had just finished the mask, because when he entered the house, his hand was still on the mask. From the lower half of the face, his lips are thick and drooping, and his chin is long and straight, showing a near stubborn decisiveness, like a strong personality.

1 Bauswell is a competent assistant to the famous British writer Johnson. - Translator's Note

"Have you received the note I wrote?" he asked, his voice deep and hoarse, with a strong German accent. "I told you, I am coming to visit you." He took turns looking at the two of us, as if they were not allowed to talk to anyone.

"Please sit down," said Holmes. "This is my friend and colleague - Dr. Watson. He often helps me to handle the case. What should I call you?"

"You can call me Count von Kram. I am a Bohemian aristocrat. I think this gentleman - your friend, is a respectable and very prudent person, I can also entrust the most important things to He. Otherwise, I would rather talk to you alone."

I stood up and went, but Holmes grabbed my wrist and pushed me back into the original armchair. "If you want to talk about two talks together, you won't talk about it," he said to the guest. "Before this gentleman, you can talk to me if you can talk to me."

The count shrugged his broad shoulder and said, "Then I must first agree that you two will be absolutely confidential within two years. After two years, this matter is irrelevant. It is said that it is important to influence the history of European history. Not too much."

"I promise to comply," Holmes replied.

"me too."

"You don't care about this mask," our unfamiliar uninvited guest continued. "The nobles who sent me are not willing to let you know who the agent he sent, so I can immediately admit that what I said is not My own real title."

"I know this," Holmes replied coldly.

“The situation is very subtle. We must take every precaution and try to prevent the development of a big scandal so as not to cause serious damage to a European royal family. Frankly, this will make the great Omstein family – wave Shimiya's hereditary king - was implicated."

"I know this too," Holmes murmured, then sat in the armchair and squinted.

In the eyes of visitors, he is undoubtedly the most thorough reasoner and energetic detective portrayed as the European analytical problem. At this time, our visitors could not help but glance at the tired, lazy body of this person with a clear surprise. Holmes slowly reopened his eyes and impatiently stared at his sturdy client.

"If you are willing to condescend to clarify the case," he said, "that would be better for you."

The man stood up from the chair and was so excited that he couldn't help himself in the house. Then, in a desperate gesture, he threw off the mask on his face and threw it underground.

"You are right," he shouted. "I am the king. Why should I hide it?"

"Well, really?" Holmes murmured. "There is still no opening, I know that I am going to be with the Grand Duke of Castle-Fellstein, the hereditary king of Bohemia, William Gott. Reich Sigismund von Olmsstein talks."

"But you can understand," our grotesque guest sat down again and touched his high and white forehead with his hand. "You can understand that I am not used to doing this kind of thing myself. But This is so subtle that if I tell it to a detective, I have to let myself be at my mercy. I am asking for advice and traveling from Prague."

"Let's talk about it," said Holmes, and then he put his eyes on it again.

“Simply, things are like this: About five years ago, during my long visit to Warsaw, I met the famous female adventurer Irene Adler. You are definitely familiar with the name.”

"Doctor, please check Eileen Adler in my data index," Holmes murmured, and his eyes didn't open. He has taken such an approach for many years by putting some materials on many people and things on the label for future reference. Therefore, it is not easy to say a person or thing that he cannot provide immediately. On this case, I found material about her personal experience. It is sandwiched between a Jewish jurisprudence and two historical materials written by a staff officer on a deep sea fish monograph.

"Let me," said Holmes. "Well! Born in New Jersey in 1858. Alto - um! Italian Opera House - um! Chief singer of the Warsaw Imperial Opera - right! Exited Opera stage - Ha! Live in London - a little good! As far as I understand, His Majesty has been implicated in this young woman. You have written a few letters that will make you suffer, and now you are eager to get those letters come back."

"It's not bad. But how can I..."

“I used to be secretly married to her?”

"No."

“Is there a legal file or proof?”

"No."

"Then I don't understand, sire. If the young woman wants to use the letter to achieve blackmail or other purposes, how can she prove that the letter is true?"

"There is a word I wrote."

"Hey! Forged."

"My personal letter."

"Stealing."

"My own seal."

"replicated."

"My Photo."

"bought."

"We both are jealous in this photo."

"Oh, my god! That's bad. Your life is really unruly."

"I was crazy at the time - insanity."

"You have caused serious damage to you."

"At the time, I was just a crown prince, still very young. Now I am only thirty years old."

"That must be taken back from the image."

"We have tried it, but it has failed."

"Your Majesty must pay and buy the photos."

"She must not sell."

"Then steal it."

"We have tried it five times. Two times I paid for a thief to search her house. Once we were traveling, we changed her luggage. Two times we stopped her and robbed her. But both Nothing."

"Is there a trace of that picture?"

"There is nothing in the slightest."

Holmes smiled and said: "This is a trivial question."

"But for me, it is a very serious problem." The king gave him a sigh of reproach.

"It's very serious. It's true. Then what is she going to do with this photo?"

"Destroy me."

"How come a law?"

"I am about to get married."

"I heard about it."

"I will marry the second Princess of Scandinavia, Clotilde Lotman von Zachs Meiningen. You may know their strict family rules. She is an extremely sensitive person. People. As long as there is little doubt about my behavior, it will make this marriage blow."

"So what about Irene Adler?"

"The threat is to give them photos. And she will do that. I know she will do that. You don't know her, her personality is as strong as steel. She has the face of the most beautiful woman, and There is the heart of the most resolute man. As long as I am married to another woman, she can do everything."

"Are you sure she hasn't sent the photo yet?"

"I'm sure."

"why?"

"Because she said that she will send the photos on the day the marriage contract is publicly announced. That is next Monday."

"Hey, let's have three days," Holmes said, yawning. "Too lucky, because I still have one or two important things to investigate and investigate. Of course. Is your Majesty staying in London for the time being?"

"Yes. You can find me at the Langham Inn. The name used is Count von Kram."

“I will write a newsletter to let you know what we are doing.”

"That's great. I am very anxious to know."

"So, what about the money?"

"It is up to you to handle it."

“Unconditional?”

"I can tell you that in order to get that photo, I am willing to exchange it with a province in my territory."

"So what is the cost?"

The king took a heavy antelope from his underarm and put it on the table.

“There are three hundred pounds of gold and a hundred pounds of banknotes here,” he said.

Holmes wrote a receipt on a piece of paper in his notebook and handed it to him.

"What about the address of the lady?" he asked.

"St. John Wood, Sepenten Avenue, Brioni House."

Holmes remembered. “There is still a problem,” he said. “Is the photo six inches?”

"Yes."

"So, goodbye, Your Majesty, I believe we will bring you a good message soon. Watson, goodbye," he said to me, when the Royal Four-wheeled carriage was heading for the street. "I want to ask you to come at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon to talk to you about this little thing."

two

At three o'clock, I arrived at Baker Street and Holmes was not back. According to the female landlord, he went out at 8 o'clock in the morning. Still, I sat down by the fireplace and planned to wait no matter how long he went, because I was already interested in his investigation. Although the case lacks the cruel and incredible character of the two crimes I have recorded, the nature of the case and the noble status of the client give it its own characteristics. Indeed, in addition to the nature of the case my friend is investigating, his skillful grasp of the situation and the way he works reasonably and thoroughly, and the quick and delicate way of solving the most difficult mysteries, It is worth learning and learning, and I have a lot of fun. He has always won, which is commonplace in me. So, in my mind, I never had the idea that he might fail.

Around four o'clock, the door opened and walked into a drunken groom. He looks like a beard, with a beard and a red face, and his clothes are ruined. Although I have become accustomed to the amazing skills of my friend's makeup, I still have to look at it again and again to be sure that it is really him. He nodded to me and went into the bedroom. In less than five minutes, he wore tweed clothes as usual, and gracefully appeared in front of me. He put his hand in his pocket, stretched his legs in front of the fireplace, and laughed for a while.

"Oh, really?" he shouted, suddenly grabbing his throat and then laughing again, until he smiled weakly in his chair.

"How is this going?"

"It’s just too interesting. I dare say you can’t guess what I’m doing in the morning, or what the result is.”

"I can't imagine it. Maybe you have been paying attention to the life habits of Miss Eileen Adler, and perhaps observing her house."

"It's not bad, but the ending is quite unusual. But I am willing to tell you the situation. I left here a little earlier this morning and dressed up as an unemployed groom. There is a beautiful mutual sympathy and enthusiasm among those grooms. The feelings of the same. If you become one of them, you can know everything you want to know. I quickly found Brioni House. It is a small and elegant villa with a garden behind it. This is a two-story building, built on the road. The door is hung on the door. The right side is a spacious living room, the interior is gorgeous, the window is almost reaching the ground, but those ridiculous British window latches The children can open. There is nothing worth noting except the window that can get the aisle from the roof of the coach house. I patrolled around the villa and scouted from all angles, but did not find any people. Interested.

"Then I followed the street and I didn't expect it. I found a row of stables in the alley against the garden wall. I helped the grooms to wash the horses. They paid me two pennies, a glass of mixed wine, two pipes. Filled with shredded tobacco, 1 and provided a lot of things I want to know about Miss Adler. Besides her, they also told me about the other six people living nearby, I am against these people. Not interested at all, but have to listen."

1 dark beer and strong beer or a mixture of two new beer. - Translator's Note

“What is the situation with Irene Adler?” I asked.

"Hey, she made all the men in that area fall under her pomegranate skirt. She is the most beautiful girl in the world. Everyone said this in the stables of Sepenten Avenue. She lived a quiet life. Singing at the concert. Going out at five o'clock every day, going home for dinner at seven o'clock. In addition to singing, she stayed in the rest of the time. She only interacted with a man, and she was very close. He was dark and handsome. He is very energetic. He visits her at least once a day, often two times. He is Mr. Godfrey Norton who lives in Temple. Do you know the benefits of being a lover? These coachmen are not driving for him. On several occasions, I sent him home from the stables of Sepenten Avenue. I knew everything about him. After listening to everything they had talked about, I began to walk again near Brioni House and thought about me. Action plan.

"This Godfrey Norton is obviously a key figure in this matter. He is a lawyer. It doesn't sound so good. What is the relationship between them? Does he constantly see what her purpose?" Is she his client, his friend, or his mistress? If it is his client, she probably gave the photo to him. If it is his mistress, then it is not the case. The answer will determine whether I should continue my investigation of Brioni’s first, or turn my attention to the residence of the gentleman in Temple. This is the point that must be taken care of, which expands The scope of my investigation. I am worried that these trivial details will make you feel bored, but I must let you see my difficulties, if you want to understand the situation."

"I am listening carefully," I replied.

"When I was weighing the gains and losses, I suddenly saw a two-wheeled carriage rushing to the front door of Briony House, and a gentleman jumped out of the car. He is a very beautiful man, dark, eagle. Hook the nose, with a mustache - obviously the one I heard. He seems to be like a fire, and he yells at the driver to wait for him. He passes by the maid who opened the door for him, showing Unrestricted manner.

"He stayed in the house for about half an hour. I could see him faintly through the window of the living room, waving his arms and excitedly talking. As for her, I didn't see anything. He immediately Going out, it seems to be more hurried than before. When he boarded the carriage, he took out a gold watch from his pocket and eagerly looked at him and shouted, 'Hurry up, first to Regent Street, Gros Han Base hotel, then go to Santa Monica Church on Espengal Road. If you can arrive in 20 minutes, I will give you half a monk.'

"They just left. I was hesitating whether it should be followed closely, and suddenly came a small and elegant four-wheeled carriage from the alley. Only half of the coach's top button was buckled. The tie lingered in the ear, and all the metal hoops on the harness were protruding from the buckle. The car did not stop, she flew out of the gate and plunged into the compartment. In this case, I I only glanced at her, but it can be seen that she is a lovely woman, and the appearance of the mark makes the man dump.

"'John, go to the church in Santa Monica,' she cried. 'If you can get there within twenty minutes, I will give you half a pound of gold.'

"Huasheng, this is a good opportunity not to be missed. I am weighing whether it should be caught up, or should I climb behind the car, just a taxi rides passing through the street. The driver smashed the Philippine fare. Hey, but I jumped into the car before he could say yes. 'Santa Monica Church, 'I said, 'Give you half a pound of gold, if you get there within twenty minutes.' It was 11:35, and what was going to happen, of course, it was very clear.

"My coachman is flying fast. I feel that I have never been so fast, but the two carriages have arrived earlier than us. When I arrived, the taxi and the four-wheeled carriage had already stopped. In front of the door, the two horses were panting and sighing. I paid the car and hurried into the church. There were two people I followed and a pastor who was wearing a white vest and seemed to be advising them. There are no other people. The three of them are standing together in front of the altar. I am like the other idlers who occasionally wandered into the church, walking forward along the passages on both sides. I was amazed that suddenly The faces of the three people in front of the altar turned to me. Godfrey Norton desperately ran to me.

"Thank God!" he shouted. 'With you, you will do. Come! Come!'

"What is going on?" I asked.

"Come, man, come, just three minutes is enough, or else it is not legal."

"I was dragged halfway up to the altar. Before I figured out where I was standing, I found myself whispering a reply to the low voice in my ear, knowing nothing about me. The testimony of the matter. In general, it helped to bring the unmarried woman Irene Adler and the single Hanfrey Norton tightly together. All this was done in a short time. Then the man is on my side. Thanks to me, the woman thanked me on my side, and the pastor smiled at me. This is the most ridiculous scene I have never encountered in my life. I just couldn’t help thinking about it. It’s a big laugh. It seems that their marriage certificate is not legal enough. The pastor categorically refused to give them a marriage without some witnesses. Fortunately, I appeared so that the groom would not have to go to the street to find a prime minister. The bride rewarded me with a pound of gold. I intend to put it on the bracelet to commemorate this encounter."

"This is really a completely unexpected thing," I said. "What happened later?"

"Cough, I think my plan is seriously threatened. It seems that this pair may leave here immediately, so I have to take quick and powerful measures. They broke up at the door of the church. He took the car back to Temple, and she Going back to her own residence. 'I still go to the park at five o'clock as usual,' she said when she said goodbye, I heard that. They drove in different directions and I left there. Make some arrangements for yourself."

"What is the arrangement?"

"Some braised beef and a beer," he replied with a bell. "I have been busy, I have no time to think about eating. I will probably be busier tonight. By the way, doctor, I will Need your cooperation."

"I am glad to."

"Are you afraid of breaking the law?"

"Not at all."

"Not afraid of being arrested?"

"I am not afraid of a noble goal."

"Oh, this goal is no more noble."

"So, I am the one you need."

"I was sure that I could rely on you."

"But what are you going to do?"

"Mrs. Turner came to the plate at one end, and I explained it to you. Now," he said hungryly to the simple food that the landlady brought, "I have to eat and talk about it because my time is left." It’s almost five o'clock. We have to arrive at the action site within two hours. Miss Eileen, no, it’s the lady, who will drive back at the starting point. We must meet her at Brioni. ”

"What then?"

"I will do this for the future. I have arranged for what will happen. There is only one thing I must insist on, that is, no matter what happens, you must not interfere. Do you understand?" ”

"Don't I have anything to do?"

"Don't worry about anything. Maybe there will be some little unpleasant incidents. You don't want to step in. When I am sent into the house, this unpleasant thing will end. After four or five minutes, the window of the living room will Will open. You have to wait in the place next to the window."

"Yes."

"You must stare at me, I will always let you see."

"Yes."

"I'm holding my hand - just like this - you throw what I throw you into the room, and at the same time, raise your voice and say 'Fire.' Do you hear my words completely?"

"I understand completely."

"That's no big deal," he said, pulling a long cigar-like reel from his pocket. "This is a common pyrotechnic tube for a plumber. It has a lid on both ends and can ignite spontaneously." Your task is to take care of this thing. When you shout fire, there must be many people coming to fight the fire. Then you can go to the end of the street. I will rejoin with you within ten minutes. I hope You already understand what I said, are you?"

"I should stay in a state of no intervention; close to the window; stare at you; throw the thing in as soon as I see the signal; then shout fire; and go to the corner of the street to wait for you."

"Completely correct."

"Then you will marry me."

"That's great. I think maybe it's time for me to prepare for a new role."

He disappeared into the bedroom. After a few minutes, when I came out, I dressed up as an amiable and simple Protestant pastor. His wide black hat, loose drooping trousers, white tie, compassionate smile, and the kind of gaze, kindness, and broken attitude are only comparable to Mr. John Lille. Fore 1 Moss is not only changing his costume, but his expression, his attitude, and even his soul seem to change with the new role he is dressed up. When he became an expert in crime research, there was one outstanding actor on the stage and even a sharp reasoner in the scientific community.

When we left Baker Street, it was 6:00. We arrived at Seepenn Street 10 minutes in advance. It was already dusk, and we just lit up outside the Brioni House and waited for the owner to come back. This house is as I imagined according to the simple description of Holmes. But the location is not as calm as I expected. On the contrary, it is very lively for a small street that is quiet in the vicinity. On the corner of the street, there are a group of people dressed in ragged clothes, smoking cigarettes, talking and laughing, a person with a grinding wheel and a scissors, two guards who are flirting with the babysitter, and a few well-dressed, mouth-shouldered Young people with cigars and slings. "Look," said Holmes as we walked in front of the house. "They got married and made things simple. That photo is now a double-edged weapon. It's very likely that she is afraid of it." Frey Norton saw it as if our client was afraid that it would appear in front of the princess. The question at hand is, where do we go to find the photo?"

A famous British comedian from the mid-19th century to the beginning of this century. - Translator's Note

"Really, where are you going to find it?"

"The possibility of carrying it with her is the smallest. Because it is a six-inch photo, it is too much to hide in a woman's clothes. And she knows that the king will rob and search." Her. This type of attempt has happened twice. Therefore, we can infer that she will not carry it with her."

"So, where?"

"In the hands of her banker or lawyer. There are two possibilities. But I don't think any possibility is realistic. Women are naturally secret and they like to take their own hidden things. Why should she hand over the AE琭3 to others? She is trustworthy in her ability to guard against her own. But if a person who practices the practice may be affected by any indirect or political influence, then she can’t say it. Don't forget that she is determined to use this photo within a few days, so it must be in her own room where she can get it."

"But the house has been stolen twice."

"Hey! They don't know how to find it."

"How can you find the law?"

"I don't even look for it."

"What about that?"

"I want to make her show me beautiful."

"Then she won't do it."

"She can't stop doing it. I heard the sound of the wheel. It was the carriage she was sitting in. Now I have to act in strict accordance with my orders."

As he spoke, the flashing lights from the lights on the sides of the carriage circled the curved street. It was a beautiful four-wheeled carriage that drove to the front of Brioni House. As soon as the carriage stopped, a tramp rushed from the corner to drive the door, hoping to earn a bronze, but was squeezed by another tramp who had the same idea in front. Then there was a fierce quarrel. Two guards stood on the side of a tramp, while the scissors also stood on the side of another tramp. This quarrel is even worse. Then I don't know who started it first. At this time, the lady just got off the bus and was immediately involved in the crowd of people entangled. These people are flushed, twisted and punched together, and brutally fight each other. Holmes rushed into the crowd to defend his wife. However, just arrived at her side, she shouted, lying on the ground, his face was bloody. When the crowd saw him fall to the ground, the two guards slid away in one direction, and the tramps fled in the other direction. At this time, some people who were dressed neatly and only watched the excitement and did not participate in the fight crowded in, and asked the lady to take care of the injured gentleman. Irene Adler - I am still willing to call her - rushed to the steps. But she stood on the highest step, and the lights in the hall outlined the outline of her beautiful figure. She turned back and asked the street:

"Is that poor gentleman hurt badly?"

"He is dead," shouted a few voices.

"No, no, still alive," another voice yelled. "But I won't wait until you send him to the hospital, and he will die."

"He is a brave man," said a woman. "If it weren't for him, the tramps had already taken away his wife's wallet and watch. They were a bunch of gangsters and they were a bunch of rude guys. Ah, he is now I can breathe."

"Can't let him lie down on the street. Can we carry him into the house, madam?"

"Of course. Take him to the living room. There is a comfortable sofa. Come here." Slowly and solemnly, he was carried into Brioni House and placed in the main room. At this time, I was watching the whole thing by standing near the window. The lights are all lit. But the curtains didn't pull up, so I can see how Holmes was placed on the couch. At that time, he felt a little guilty about his role, but I didn’t know, but I knew that I had never felt more like a beautiful woman who had conspired against me or saw her gentle and kind manners of serving the wounded. Sincerely shy. But now the role that Sherlock Holmes entrusted me to play is not enough. It is a kind of betrayal of his most despicable. I took my heart down and took the pyrotechnic tube from my long coat. I think, after all, we are not hurting this beauty, we just do not let her hurt others.

Holmes leaned on the couch. I saw his movements look like a person who needs air. A maid hurriedly walked over and pushed the window away. At that moment, I saw him raise his hand. According to this signal, I threw the pyrotechnics into the room and shouted: "Fire!" My shouts just fell, all the people who watched the bustle, the decent and the less well-dressed, Gentlemen, grooms, and maids screamed in unison: "Fire!" The smoke rolled, lingering around the room, and rushing out of the open window. I caught a glimpse of the rushing figure. After a while, I also heard that Holmes came out of the room and wanted everyone to be relieved that it was a false alarm. I hurried through the exclaimed crowd and ran to the corner of the street. In less than ten minutes, I was happy to find my friend, who was escaping my arm to escape the scene of the turmoil. Before we moved to a quiet street on Edvard Road, he walked silently and quickly in a few minutes.

"Doctor, you are doing beautiful," he said. "It can't be more beautiful than this. Everything goes well."

"Have you got that picture?"

"I know where it is."

"How did you find out?"

"That's what I said to you, she showed me beautiful."

"I don't understand much yet."

"I don't want to say this very mysteriously," he said with a smile. "This is a very simple matter. Of course you can see that everyone on the street is with us. They are all this evening. Hired."

"I also guessed that it was the case."

"When the two sides quarreled, there was a small piece of wet red pigment in my palm. I rushed forward, fell to the ground, and hugged my hand on my face, which became a pitiful look. This is a set. Old tricks."

"I have figured it out."

"Then they carried me in. She had to get me in. What can I do if she doesn't do this? She puts me in the living room, this is the room I expected. Then the photo is hidden here. Between the room and her bedroom, I decided to see which room it was in. They put me on the couch, I made the action that needed air, they had to open the window, so your chance came. ""

“How does this help you?”

"This is too important. When a woman thinks that her house is on fire, she will instinctively rescue her most precious things. This totally irresistible impulse, I have used it more than once. In Darling In the case of the replacement scandal, I used it, as was the case in the Arnworth Castle case. The married woman quickly picked up her baby; the unmarried woman first reached out to the jewelry box. Now I It is already clear that in this house thing, for our current lady, there is no more precious than the thing we are going to pursue. She will definitely rush forward to grab it. Fire alarm It was very good. The smog and screams were enough to shake the steel-like nerves. Her reaction was wonderful. The photo was collected in the alcove, which is just above the cable on the right side of the cable. Behind the moving panel. She only stayed there for a while. When she took the photo out halfway, I saw it at a glance. When I shouted that it was a false alarm, she put it back. She looks When I saw the pyrotechnics, I ran out of the house, and I never saw her again. I stood up and found an excuse to sneak out of the house. I was hesitant to try to get the photo on the horse. But the coachman came in. He stared at me with attention, so it was safer to wait for the opportunity. Otherwise, as long as there is a bit too much recklessness, the whole thing will be messed up."

"What now?" I asked.

"Our investigation has actually been completed. I will visit her with the king tomorrow. If you are willing to go with us, then you will go. Someone will introduce us into the living room to see the lady; but I am afraid she When she came out to meet, she couldn't find us and couldn't find the photo. His Majesty would be able to get the photo by himself, and he would be very satisfied."

"So when are you going to visit her?"

"At eight o'clock in the morning. When she hasn't gotten up, we can let go. In addition, we must act now, because her habits may change completely after marriage. I must immediately send a telegram to the king."

At this time we have already walked to Baker Street and stopped at the door. While he was picking up the keys from his pocket, someone passed by and said hello:

"Good night, Mr. Holmes."

There were several people on the sidewalk. However, this greeting seems to be said by a slender, long-sleeved young man who hastily passed by.

"I have heard that voice before," Holmes said with amazement as he gazed into the dim street. "But I don't know who it is to say hello to me."

three

That night, I spent the night at Baker Street. When we got up in the morning eating toast and coffee, the Bohemian king rushed in.

"Do you really get the photo?" He grabbed Sherlock Holmes's shoulders with both hands and eagerly looked at his face and shouted.

"not yet."

"But is there hope?"

"possible."

"Come on. I can't wait to hurry."

"We must hire a rental carriage."

"No, my four-wheeled carriage is waiting outside."

"This is even more trouble-free." We walked down the steps and set off again to Brioni.

"Irene Adler is married," Holmes said.

"Married! When?"

"yesterday."

"Who is married?"

"With a British lawyer called Norton."

"But she can't love him."

"I hope she loves him."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because this will prevent you from being afraid of trouble in the future. If the lady loves her husband, she will not love her. If she does not love her, she has no reason to intervene in her plans."

"This is true. But... ah, if she is as good as my identity, she will be a great queen!" After he finished, he relapsed into a melancholy silence until we were in the mess. This is true when Peng Taien Street stops.

The main entrance to Brioni's house is open. An elderly woman stood on the steps. She glared at us from the wagon with a contemptuous look.

"I think Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" she said.

"I am Holmes," my partner replied stunnedly, somewhat horrifiedly.

"Really! My hostess told me that you will probably come. She went with her husband this morning. They took the train at 5:15 from Cailin Cross to the European continent."

"What!" Sherlock Holmes made a sigh of relief, and his face was irritated and annoyed.

"Do you mean that she has left the UK?"

"Never come back."

"And what about the photo?" the king asked in a loud voice. "Everything is over!"

"Let's have a look." Holmes pushed the servant and ran into the living room, and the king and I followed. The furniture was scattered in all directions, the shelf was removed, and the drawer was pulled open, just as the lady hurriedly rummaged through the chest before she went out. Holmes rushed to the door of the bell, opened a small door, reached in and took out a photo and a letter. The photo was taken by Irene Adler himself in a night dress. The envelope reads: "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, leave me personally." My friend broke the letter and the three of us read the letter together. The date of writing is early this morning. The letter reads:

Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes:

You did work very beautifully. You completely cheated me. I was not suspicious until the fire was issued. But then when I realized how I had revealed my secret, I began to think about it. A few months ago, people warned me to guard against you. Some people say that if the king hired a detective, it must be you. They have told me your address. But despite all this, you still let me reveal the secret you want to know. Even after I became suspicious, I still find it hard to believe that an elderly, amiable pastor would be malicious. But, you know, I am a well-trained actress. Male clothing is not unfamiliar to me. I often dress up as a man and take the opportunity to take advantage of the freedom it brings. I sent John - the coachman - to monitor you, then ran upstairs, put on my walking clothes, and when I came downstairs, you just left.

Later, I followed you to your doorstep, so I am sure that I am really interested in your famous Mr. Sherlock Holmes. So, I am very rash to wish you good night, then set off to Temple to see my husband.

We both think that being stared by such a terrible opponent, thirty-six is ​​the best policy; therefore, when you come tomorrow, you will find that this nest is empty. As for the photo, your client can be assured. I love someone who is stronger than him, and this person loves me too. The king can do what he is willing to do, without having to worry about what he has wronged with. I keep that photo just to protect myself. This is a weapon that will protect you from any means that he may take in the future. I am now leaving him with a photo that he may be willing to accept. I would like to pay tribute to you, Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Irene Adler Norton

"What a great woman - oh, what a great woman!" When the three of us read this letter together, the king of Bohemia shouted.

"I didn't tell you how smart and decisive she is. If she can be a queen, isn't she an admirable queen? What a pity she is different from my status!" 1

"From what I saw in this lady, her level is very different from her level," Holmes said coldly. "I am sorry that I have not been able to get a more successful ending. ""

"Dear sir, this is exactly the opposite," said the king. "No ending is more successful than this. I know she is talking. The photo is now making it feel like it has been burned." not worried."

1 Here "status" and the following "level", the original text uses the word level, the word meaning pun. - Translator's Note

"I am very happy to hear that."

"I am really grateful to you. Please tell me how to reward you. This ring..." He took off a serpentine emerald ring from his finger and handed it to him on the palm of his hand.

"There is something I think is even more valuable than this ring," said Holmes.

"You just have to say what it is."

"this picture!"

The king stared at him with amazement.

"Irene's photo!" he shouted. "If you want it, of course you can."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Then this is all right. I wish you good morning." He turned and walked away, and did not look at the king's hand to his hand. He and I went back to his residence.

This is how the Bohemian kingdom was threatened by a big scandal, and how Holmes’s outstanding plan was defeated by a woman’s ingenuity. He used to ridicule the woman's cleverness. In the past, I rarely heard him laugh at this. When he said that Irene Adler or mentioned her photo, he always used the respectful name of the woman.

Sixth grade: Ice Shadow