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Whether Holmes meant it or not, Agatha intended to assume that the other party had believed her.

Anyway, what he said himself, regardless of whether he meant it or not.

Agatha heard what she wanted to hear, and said to Holmes in a good mood: "Mrs. Horner is not lying, but the two who harassed her are not, they even have fake names, and it is not easy to find these two people." ”

Holmes nodded, "It's okay, maybe they'll send it to the door themselves." ”

Also.

If nothing else, those two men must have been people known to Countess Moka, who knew that the Angel Tears that were about to be auctioned were fakes, and even thought that John Horner knew where the real Angel Tears were, so they would find Mrs. Horner after John Horner's disappearance.

They thought that Mrs. Horner would know where the real Angel Tears were hidden, but unfortunately after their temptation, Mrs. Horner knew nothing about the Angel Tears.

Since Holmes was checking the Angel's Tears and touching the melons, it is estimated that he can also find out those two people.

Agatha raised her eyes to look at Holmes.

I saw him leaning against the back of the armchair, and the thumb of the hand holding the pipe groped for the lines on the pipe.

Agatha asked, "What about you?" Did you go to the Cosmopolitan Hotel and find anything? ”

Sherlock Holmes: "It's a bit of a discovery, but it's not necessarily useful." ”

Watson couldn't help but say, "Sherlock, don't sell it. ”

"Dr. Watson, you've been getting impatient ever since you got engaged to Miss Morstein."

Holmes laughed and teased Watson, and when Watson was about to speak, he changed the conversation again, "I remember that when Mr. Lestrred said that the Countess of Morca was at the Hotel Metropolitan, there was some small commotion in the hotel. The hotel manager claimed that it was caused by a small accident found in the back kitchen, but it was not. ”

In fact, the commotion that day was not caused by an accident in the back kitchen, but by a theft on the top floor of the hotel.

The Angel Tears of the Countess of Moka disappeared in the dressing room of the Metropole Hotel, and the timing coincided with what happened after John Horner left the hotel.

"The Countess of Morca's valet says that John Horner was alone in the dressing room for nearly a quarter of an hour while repairing the fireplace railing, and they have every reason to believe that John Horner stole the Angel's Tears."

Sherlock Holmes said, "Don't you think it's strange? There was a plumber with a history of stealing, and then Angel's Tears were stolen. ”

It's really weird.

Agatha said: "According to you, if it was all pre-arranged, what will happen next should be that the Countess of Moka accused John Horner of stealing Angel's Tears, and judging by the testimony of her valet and John Horner's criminal record, John Horner should be in custody waiting for the jury to await trial in the courthouse at this moment, and not be missing." ”

Holmes glanced at Agatha with some surprise, her mind quite quick. At this point, Holmes didn't mean to say that Watson was bad, in fact, Watson had partnered with him for so long, and the two had already reached a tacit understanding on the division of labor.

He was responsible for finding clues and reasoning, and Watson was responsible for organizing the information and case index.

Although Watson was born in the military and is accustomed to life and death, he doesn't know if this doctor is naturally benevolent and kind, and when facing the case and some characters, it is difficult for Watson to withdraw his emotions and only maintain simple reason and calmness, which leads to Watson always missing something when analyzing the case.

The ability to empathize is too good, and sometimes it is not a strength.

Agatha thought of the forgeries that were about to be auctioned on Christmas Eve, and looked up at Sherlock Holmes.

With just one look, Holmes smiled and borrowed the words, "Your speculation is very reasonable, and I think so too." But apparently, things had been arranged, and the staff at the hotel said that the theft of Countess Moca's jewels was just a false alarm, and that she had two identical jewelry boxes, and that someone had interrupted while bringing them to the hotel that day, and she had accidentally brought the empty jewelry box to the hotel. ”

Agatha: "Is it so coincidental?" ”

"Of course not." Holmes smiled and said, "If things were really that coincidental, John Horner wouldn't have gone missing, and the true Angel Tears wouldn't have fallen into our hands." ”

Watson couldn't help but glance at Holmes, "You haven't seen the real Angel's Tears, maybe what falls into our hands is a fake." ”

Holmes raised his eyebrows slightly, and when he felt the ingenious sapphire, he raised his hand, looked at it in the light for a moment, and said with a smile, "This can't be a fake." ”

Watson: "You're not an expert in jewelry. ”

That being said, but Holmes always had an enigmatic confidence in certain things.

He put the sapphire away and said firmly, "You can't be wrong." ”

Watson said no more.

Sherlock Holmes had already gotten up from his chair and said to Watson with a smile, "Instead of dwelling on this, why don't you go with me to the Alpha Bar for a couple of drinks, John, and we have asked Mr. Henry Baker to go to the Alpha Bar tonight, so that he can get a fat Christmas goose back to please his wife in the Christmas Goose Club." ”

Sherlock Holmes and Watson went to the Alpha Bar.

Agatha cleaned up the tea set in the second-floor apartment, put Dabai back in the goose nest on the balcony, and then stood in front of the bookshelf on the side of the apartment.

Most of this shelf is from the Sherlock Holmes collection.

In addition to books on law and medical chemistry, Holmes dabbled in a wide variety of fields of knowledge, and he was not interested in the philosophy of fiction because it would be useless for him to solve crimes.

Sherlock Holmes believed that the human brain was like a house, and when useless things were placed, it would squeeze the storage space of empty things.

But Agatha saw Nietzsche's philosophy book and a book on mental illness on the shelves.

Sherlock Holmes had little interest in philosophy and didn't want to know about it, and the book was supposed to be Watson's.

As for mental illness...... It is not easy to say who this kind of book belongs to, and at this time psychology as a discipline has begun to appear, and as a branch of medicine, it is not surprising that Holmes wants to know about it.

Investigating so many cases every day, is it possible to meet a psychopath who can't use reasoning methods one day?

Agatha's finger landed on the book, and she pulled it out.

She went back to the third floor, where Mrs. Hudson had just prepared dinner.

Mrs. Hudson, who was setting up the dishes, looked up at her, "Did Sherlock and John go to the bar?" ”

Agatha: "Hmm. ”

Mrs. Hudson's eyes fell on the book Agatha held in her hand, and she asked curiously, "Do you plan to be Sherlock's assistant in the future?" ”

Agatha:???

Agatha followed Mrs. Hudson's gaze to the book in her hand, and looked at Mrs. Hudson with some blankness.

Mrs. Hudson smiled, "John has proposed to Miss Morstein, and he will soon be moving out." Listen to him, after he marries Miss Morstein, he will run a clinic of his own. ”

Agatha: "Dr. Watson runs his own practice, and that shouldn't affect his collaboration with Sherlock. ”

Watson was Holmes's only trusted friend, and even when Watson left Baker Street to run his own practice, Holmes often went with him to investigate the case.

Mrs. Hudson asked again, "Have you seen Miss Morstein?" ”

Agatha shook her head, "I haven't seen her, I heard that she is a gentle and wise young lady, very beautiful and charming." ”

Mrs. Hudson smiled and said, "A married man is not the same as a bachelor." He will have his own love and career in the future, and he may not be able to help Sherlock like he does now. I thought you'd be Sherlock's assistant when he was gone. ”

Agatha placed the book on the table and pulled out the dining chair and sat down.

"Mrs. Hudson, do you think a wife ought to support her husband's cause?"

Not necessarily.

Because Mrs. Hudson's husband was convicted by Holmes and sentenced to life imprisonment, Mrs. Hudson said she owed Holmes a favor.

Mrs. Hudson: "Generally, so. ”

Agatha laughed, "But Sherlock and I are no ordinary people. ”

Before that, Agatha had been thinking about her way out of this world, working for Sherlock Holmes, and she had also thought about it, she wasn't sure if it was really her way out, and she wasn't sure if Holmes would approve of her.

She thought she might be able to be Holmes's assistant.

But now when I talk to Mrs. Hudson, I feel completely different.

Normal fiancés can't rely on their fiancés for everything, not to mention that her marriage contract with Sherlock Holmes is not normal.

Agatha looked up and smiled at Mrs. Hudson, "Mrs. Hudson, I haven't figured out what I can do other than be a maid, but I don't think I'll be an assistant to Sherlock Holmes. ”

Mrs. Hudson: "But now you're with John to help Sherlock." ”

Agatha: "That's because I don't have anything to do right now, and I happen to have a fun case." ”

Mrs. Hudson did not speak again.

Sherlock Holmes and Watson went to the Alpha Bar and stayed all night until they returned after dawn.

Agatha woke up early, heard their return, picked up a cashmere shawl, and ran to the second floor.

By the time she went to the second floor, Watson had collapsed on the couch, but Holmes, who had been active all night, was still full of energy, standing in front of the coat rack at the door, slowly taking off his hat and scarf, and the black trench coat had not yet been taken off.

Seeing Agatha coming down in a hurry, Holmes was stunned, then frowned slightly, and his tone was a little disapproving, "In the winter of London, are you a little too thin?" ”

Agatha looked down at her clothes, the long velvet dress at home, with a cashmere shawl on the outside, she had just come out of the bed, and she didn't feel cold.

She blinked and walked inside the door, "Is this caring for me?" ”

Sherlock Holmes closed the door, not quite acknowledging who he cared about, but not wanting to deny it either.

Agatha's gaze fell on his shoulder, which somehow got a petal on it.

Agatha reached out.

Sherlock Holmes: "......"

He wasn't used to having such close contact with people, but he didn't hide from it.

Agatha carefully removed the petal from his shoulder and placed it in the palm of Holmes' hand, her beautiful blue eyes bent into a bridge.

"I'm at home, and I don't go out to mess with flowers and grass, so I don't feel cold when I dress like this."

Sherlock Holmes stood in place, looking down at the dried flowers in the palm of his hand, his fingers folded, and his fingertips had already twisted over the palm that Agatha had touched just now

He was about to say something, but Agatha had already passed him and walked towards Watson who was slumped on the couch.