204 – Danger (2)
‘Ssippal, no matter how much you think about it, you’re screwed, Nimmi.’
Inside a third-class train heading down to Suss*x.
In the early morning train, and in the cheapest third class seats, as if it had been transported to the back alleys of London, various types of people were sitting cramped together like chickens in a coop, waiting for their respective destinations.
I was able to meet various types of people on a moving train, and it might be an interesting consideration for someone who likes observing people.
Fred Forlock had lived among such diverse groups of people to the point where he was sick of it, so he didn’t pay much attention to them.
However, he was nervous without realizing it and looked around anxiously while repeatedly moistening his dry lips with his tongue.
The young women, who seem to have taken a short vacation, return to their hometown dressed in nice clothes, but with a clumsy look that cannot hide the fact that they are maids, several drunkards look at them as if they are making fun of them, and the urge to hit them in the back. Those who snore cause .
People who smell bad and don’t know when they last washed, and elderly people who are worried about lice infection. These people lament that they have no choice but to use third class seats, as if they are fallen nobles.
The middle-aged wizard was clearly hanging out with the various lowlifes.
Of course, Fred Forlock was born in the back alleys, so even now that his income has improved and he lives like a rich man, he still feels more comfortable staying among these guys.
One day, as the professor advised, when going on a mission, it was effective to hide among these guys.
He could enjoy first-class travel while hiding his identity and flaunt his wealth like a wealthy man, but what stood out was his specifications. Especially if it involves a mission given directly by the professor.
In fact, I had to put on some ugly makeup before heading to my destination. After all, it involved a woman, and she had to be as careful as the professor himself was.
Fake beards are now familiar. Porok didn’t pay attention to most things, but he did take pains to grow his mustache, which had been with him since his youth. The sloppy fake beard felt somewhat awkward compared to the well-maintained mustache, but it wasn’t a big problem.
Unless you have the sharp eyes of a professor or her, I wouldn’t pay much attention to it.
Unlike usual, Porok himself felt a sense of discomfort from the warmth and weight of the hair near his forehead.
Porok did not admit it, but the impression of a person with a large forehead who would soon part with all his hair was bound to turn into a completely different person just by lightly putting on a wig.
If he had had time, he might have cursed the culprit behind the falling hair that fills the sink every morning. But for now, even hair was a minor problem to Porok.
‘Are you suspicious? Where did you get it? Siyipal, it’s not my job to roll heads, Nimmi!’
No matter how nervous and anxious he was, he did not reveal his true feelings. Porok was not a good actor, but he at least had enough sense not to show his true feelings on his face.
Of course, if he showed weakness, he would bite him, and it was the result of his training as he went through a time when he had to deceive to survive.
And Porok could not completely ignore the warning from his strange intuition that had allowed him to survive to this day.
In fact, even if he didn’t have such an intuition, considering the professor’s attitude when he was dispatched, he couldn’t help but care.
“Porok.”
“Yes, professor.”
Fred Forlock thought back on the conversation that had taken place a few hours ago. He was well aware that he was not very intelligent, and he thought his brain was no different from that of a child, except when he was thinking about how to survive.
But strangely enough, he was able to remember without a single mistake the exact conversation they had just by closing his eyes. Maybe it’s because he still feels so nervous.
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He thought so.
He couldn’t help but be quite embarrassed when the professor suddenly called him alone in the middle of the night. Of course, there was reason to be afraid because Fred Forlock had already begun secretly leaking information to Sherlock Holmes and was trying to make a living for himself by starting the so-called spy work.
But even if nothing like that had happened, he, who had been with the professor the longest, could tell that something about this call was different from usual. What’s different?
He couldn’t explain clearly. Unlike his intelligent professor, he has always lived half-animal-like, relying on his senses. The professor made fun of him, saying that such behavior was only a little better than that of idiots, but there were only a few people in London who could live like a professor, no, in Porrock’s opinion, there were less than five in London.
I couldn’t help but feel even more strange when the wolf, who always stayed by my side as if she were Madame Moriarty, put down the tea and teapot on the table and went outside.
That’s why he was so nervous that he couldn’t talk like usual.
Fortunately, James Moriarty did not have much doubt about Porok’s actions themselves. He enjoyed being feared by his subordinates, and to some extent he intended to do so. No matter how innocent he was, he couldn’t help but be nervous because it was clearly Moriarty himself making a different call than usual.
“Porok.”
He simply called himself again, as if repeating himself. Only then did Porok clear his throat and try to behave as usual.
“Why do you call me by your first name, Professor? Excuse me, but honestly, I really feel it. I’m not a b*tch and I’m a guy, so for a grown man to do something like that is a little… “It’s disgusting.”
“Don’t worry, Porok. “Because, physiologically, I don’t like baldness either.”
“… Then I guess not, Professor. “I’m not bald. If I were to walk around with an egg head, I’d probably be in the grave.”
I tried to add more words to brighten the mood. For a brief moment, he could tell that Moriarty was observing Porok himself. He was nervous and tried to pass the mokuldae, but just before he cracked it, a faint smile was etched on his opponent’s face.
“Well, it’s just a joke. So, Porok, even though it’s sudden, I have to go on a business trip.”
“… A business trip? Sir, do you want me to go right away?”
“Yes.”
Moriarty nodded his head as if he would not take no for an answer. Of course he couldn’t do that, not even as Porok. The two agreed on this point.
However, Porok could not help but pause for a moment as Moriarty continued to speak.
“Porok, I trust my subordinates.”
It was a lie. In the first place, James Moriarty was a man whom no one in this world truly trusted. The only thing he believed in was himself, creating a situation where the other person would not be able to betray him.
But Porok nodded his head in agreement. Of course, it was good whether the professor believed it or not. For a moment, I felt uncomfortable.
“Yes, well, that should be it. As a human being, aren’t I the first employee of this organization, Professor? “When you retire, you should take more care of yourself than others. You’ve been doing the best since you had nothing.”
“That’s why I’m asking you a favor. Also… “Douglas is alive.”
“… Was it two days or three days ago? “Didn’t you say you would keep an eye on it a little longer?”
“That’s right. But, Holmes, the child went down. So Douglas is still alive.”
Porok was silent for a moment. That was because Holmes was mentioned. However, he did so because he could not understand the professor’s words themselves. He spit out the latter directly. That way I could hide the fact that I was reacting to the name Holmes.
“I… professor? Of course, the professor must have a reason because he is so crazy that a fool like me can’t even imagine. But that issue… Holmes? “What does the professor’s favorite thing, that woman going down to the countryside, and him being alive have to do with it?”
“If our client is successful, Holmes, there is no need for the child to waste time staying there. I didn’t. Well then the story is different, Douglas is alive. And he’s probably still hiding in the mansion.”
“… “It’s okay if I just send someone back to deal with it, but then why do I really need to go all the way to the countryside?”
I pretended not to be bothered and let it out like usual. The professor nodded his head as if he understood and opened his mouth.
“Uh. Still… Even though you’ve simplified the cleaning process recently, it looks like there’s still some rats left. So you go down there yourself and take out Holmes, even if it means clashing with him. Well, I don’t mean to go into the mansion, but if you want, I can at least get Douglas a boat when he escapes to the sea. But the request was successful.”
Fred Forlock instinctively realized this.
The professor did not doubt himself yet. Because he just suspects everyone.
But this was clearly a test.
