52 – 80 Days of Bank Robbery (1)
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While Jane Watson was trimming the saw to follow the professor’s orders, her eyes were unknowingly caught by today’s newspaper placed on top of it.
Ignoring the articles that are always there, but are now so banal and fail to reveal any truth, I couldn’t help but focus my attention on the last headline, the article about the bank robber who robbed the Bank of England, which has been buzzing all over London since yesterday. .
The headquarters of the Bank of England, located on Threadneedle Street in the City of London, or simply the Bank of England, is the heart of this huge financial district. In fact, it has been a place that has secretly caused criticism and concern due to its lax security.
Of course, there was an unavoidable reason.
Most of the customers who used this place were prominent people leading London society, the upper class, or people in a respected position in society.
Naturally, these types of people tended to consider themselves special and did not want to do business under tight security, like in banks used by the common people.
The bank did not want to do business while facing such complaints from customers, so the Bank of England headquarters building had no security personnel inside, except for one unarmed patrolman patrolling the entrance. Did.
This absurdity was possible because, above all, there was something like an implicit promise between them.
There was a famous anecdote about this place. While the bank employee who was piling up the gold bars and filling out the documents was silently focusing on the documents, a curious gentleman secretly took the gold bars, touched them, handed them to the person next to him, and repeated the process of receiving them and passing them on to others. It was an anecdote about a gold bar being safely returned to the bank.
Of course, those who heard this accepted it as a fabrication by the bank to emphasize the trust and nobility of themselves and the gentlemen, but it was surprising that the bank robbers who had been targeting this place for so long had finally appeared.
‘50,000 Pounds…’ …. With that much money, how many times can you go horse racing? No, if I win big from this reverse dividend… !’
In fact, the reason Watson was drawn to the article was because of the amount of money stolen by the robber.
50,000 Pounds! It was a combination of cash and checks and was clearly a considerable amount of money. For a moment, I wanted to imagine how happy it would be if I had that much money.
Of course, thanks to the yelling professor, that fantasy was quickly shattered.
“Hey, Miss Watson! “Don’t think about anything else, just get the saw!”
“Yes, eh! “Here we are, Professor Raymond!”
Watson, who was surprised, quickly ran with a saw to the operating table where patients, professors, and friends who were receiving training like him were waiting for him.
Dr. Raymond, an eccentric middle-aged man, took the saw, inspected the blade, and opened his mouth.
“Come on, let’s get started before the patient wakes up, everyone. Miss Watson, you are the strongest of the bunch, so keep your legs firmly planted here. Oh, I emphasize this several times, but be careful not to cut your fingers.”
“Yes, old times!”
I had already experienced several practical training sessions, but I could not help but feel nervous in the operating room.
Of course, Dr. Raymond, Watson and other medical students’ advisors, who seemed to be enjoying this whole situation with a bit of madness, opened their mouths happily as they measured the saw back and forth on the patient’s leg.
“Now, everyone who has not yet become a doctor, always keep two things in mind. First, what is the most important ability for a doctor? Cut off the patient’s limbs as quickly as possible. If you treat it with the mindset of cutting the bone at once within 10 seconds, the chances of the patient surviving will increase. Of course, be careful not to cause a tragedy where you cut off your assistant’s finger as well.”
Hearing this, Watson unconsciously twitched his finger, but Dr. Raymond, who did not know this, continued his explanation.
“The second part has already been said, but it needs to be emphasized again. Never cut the assistant’s hand as well. Of course, the assistant also has to be careful about this, right? Now, let me emphasize again the trick of cutting quickly. Think of it as drawing a star shape, and sawing it like this, okay? Then the house starts too.”
‘Professor Moriarty, I miss you. Now that I think about it, I have to say hello to Mr. Fogg, so it’s been a while since I’ve visited him.’
Even as his surgery began, Watson could not help but think about something else for a moment.
It may have been an escape from reality in its own way.
Everyone escapes reality from time to time, so you couldn’t blame Watson. Around the same time, something similar was happening at the Diogenes Club, a quaint club located near Big Ben in the Whitehall neighborhood where most of London’s government buildings are located.
“Sherlock, speaking is not allowed in this club.”
“You’re in the stranger’s room now. “Don’t talk nonsense, Mycroft.”
Mycroft could only sigh in response to the fact that his beloved youngest child, who was supposed to be in Oxford, came to visit him early in the morning.
No matter how I looked, the younger brother in front of me was dressed like a police officer going out on duty. Seeing that he had even forgotten to take off the hunting cap on his head even though he was indoors, I knew as an older brother that it would be difficult to change his younger brother’s feelings with any words or persuasion. I could understand it well.
Because it was an unusual appearance, Mycroft had no choice but to worry even more. However, the information given was extremely sparse, so no conclusion could be drawn, and Mycroft had no choice but to open his mouth with an unusually heavy mouth to ask for evidence.
“So what brings you here, Sherlock?”
“Now you know how to tell stories, brother.”
Of course, Sherlock had no plans to come to his brother’s Diogenes Club like this.
Because I knew that the Diogenes Club itself was a club that my brother created two years ago, and that although it was a social club, it was also half my brother’s work place.
There were indeed some nerds who came in because of their friendship with Mycroft, but many of them were people who came to entrust work to Mycroft.
Except for this stranger’s room where he and Mycroft were currently sitting facing each other, he had no desire to visit this bizarre place where talking was prohibited anywhere in the club.
But now it was different.
“The Bank of England robbery, please join me too.”
“Are you talking about something that happened two days ago? No matter how smart you are, and no matter how much you are my beloved family, you must distinguish between public and private life, Sherlock. Above all, excellent officers and detectives are still investigating, so data will be uploaded soon.”
“Anyway, half of those investigators are idiots, and the other half are idiots who miss the evidence right in front of them. I’d rather include you too. It’s not like I’m trying to monopolize it. You can see something strange just by looking at the newspaper article, but you already know that. More than 10 customers were inside the bank and no one noticed the robber? “Do you think this is possible, brother?”
Microsoft did not respond immediately. I just observed Sherlock in silence for a moment. Of course, this was the same for Sherlock.
Because it was a conversation between siblings, others may not have been able to understand. Of course, a third party who could have been involved in this conversation was probably James Moriarty, but he was not present.
After finishing the battle, My Croft clicked his tongue and opened his mouth again.
He had to work hard not to laugh at his younger brother. He loved his younger brother, and he was his younger brother, no matter how hard the younger brother had thoughts that were hard to believe and that some might laugh at as delusional.
“So… You mean this robbery……. “Do you mean this is a test Professor Moriarty is sending you, Sherlock?”
“Even if not, I dream of becoming a detective, or more accurately, an investigative advisor. I don’t want my name to be known because I’m not ready yet. “Still, give me a chance to look at the scene.”
“I don’t completely trust your hypothesis, but in fact, I invited Professor Moriarty to the club and met him once, two days ago.”
Sherlock couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at the news that her brother had met the teacher without his knowledge. But he struggled to control his emotions and waited for his brother’s next words and judgment.
“Honestly, I wasn’t sure. At least in my opinion, he was an ordinary person who everyone would find attractive. Moderately cultured, and of course smart. In fact, anyone can be attractive just by looking at their appearance. “The 13-year age gap is definitely a big obstacle”
“I told you it wasn’t like that. “Mycroft.”
For a moment, Mycroft looked at his younger brother’s red eyes as if they were going to burn him, so he calmly brushed his hair, but he could feel cold sweat on his hands.
Therefore, she had no choice but to spit it out right away.
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“It was a mistake.”
“If you know, please include me in this matter.”
‘Is this what you were aiming for…? ….’
Microft could not hide his bitter smile. But he had to make something clear first.
“It’s the picture you saw. “I did my own research, Sherlock.”
“You ordered it from the people below you. So what is the conclusion?”
“Of course it’s surprising, but it’s not enough.”
“Tch, I guess that’s true… ….”
However, his younger brother actually had a faint smile on his face. Trying to ignore that point, Mycroft continued.
“It’s so complicated that we need a basis for the crime to understand it properly, but we couldn’t investigate further at this point. More than anything…… Things are complicated, Sherlock, because Professor Moriarty is quite close to his superiors. “If we were to accuse him of a crime, we could suspect tax evasion or bribery, but that alone does not prove that the professor fits your hypothesis.”
Of course, it could not be denied that the possibility had increased by a very small amount, as much as a grain of wheat, under Mycroft’s strict standards.
However, among his superiors, there was a huge difference between the amount of money he earned and the amount of money he spent, and this was quite possible for someone who was a successful investor and was friendly with many politicians and businessmen at clubs.
Above all, even this doubt was based on the premise that the painting was genuine, as Sherlock had said. People from the middle class and above who were proud of their vanity would often decorate their homes with replicas.
“That’s okay, I didn’t have much expectations anyway. So what about the bank?”
“…… 9 O’clock tomorrow morning. Whitehall, come to my office. But you have to move with me, Sherlock.”
“Okay, the investigation is starting in earnest.”
Mycroft shook his head slightly as he looked at his younger brother who was smiling.
As expected, along with older brother Sheringford, he was extremely weak to this immature youngest brother.
