62 – You are a really bad person (2)
“It’s between you and me, shouldn’t a third party be left out?”
“Grrr!”
As we faced each other across the table in the drawing room, Holmes spoke first. This was a story told by Moran, who brought tea to an enemy who had invaded her nest due to her master’s orders.
Was it because they had been fighting so unusually as usual, or just moments before, that both had black bruises on their faces and around their eyes, and that their beloved garden was half destroyed?
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Peony bared her teeth and growled before her owner even opened her mouth. As she grew up, she was a child who had never let out a werewolf cry in front of her, so it was bound to be a little different for Moriarty.
‘It’s like a dog and a cat.’
Of course, he was able to enjoy this situation as a person looking down from above. Actually, it wasn’t a wrong analogy.
Holmes was closer to a cat in terms of his eyes and overall expression, and Moran was a werewolf, so he was like a dog.
But I couldn’t just help the two women fight. Moriarty didn’t want her own parlor to be a mess. Still, there were things she decorated with great care.
“If you think peonies have nothing to do with it.”
“Huh!”
Sherlock unconsciously bit her lip at Moriarty’s mocking words. But his continued words made me feel a strange pain in my heart even more.
“I trust Moran more than anything, so I can’t grant her request, Holmes. “If Peony can’t hear her, then there’s no need for me to listen to your complaints.”
“… Great.”
Ignoring the ball of fur that was smiling triumphantly only to him at his master’s words, Holmes fixed his gaze on the teacher and immediately asked:
“Why on earth did you do that?”
“It still seems the same as it was ten years ago, Holmes. “If you’re going to have a conversation, you have to at least express what the other person means.”
“… You already know this, it’s between you and me. For you… Is this all a joke to you? Buy… “A person’s life?”
It was a question that a just detective would ask. In fact, at first glance, Holmes’ expression as he glared at Moriarty seemed to be burning with a sense of justice.
But she didn’t like it. Perhaps Moriarty felt a little disappointed. She was no different from a student who had high expectations and showed herself below expectations in an unexpected corner.
That’s why she quietly put down her teacup and let out a small sigh. At that sight, Holmes unconsciously flinched, like a student being pointed out by a professor, and lowered her secretly glaring gaze to the teacup.
Moriarty slowly opened her mouth.
“I don’t know why you’re asking such an obvious question, Holmes. “If it were someone else, it might be like that, but wouldn’t it be weird if you did that?”
“… Shut up… ….”
The student, who realized too late, still had a long way to go, wanted to shout, but Professor Moriarty was strict.
“It was a mystery from the beginning. I give a riddle, you guess it, it was a simple rule. If all this isn’t play, then what is? “Huh, Holmes?”
“I… “I am different from you.”
In response, Moriarty could not help but let out a rare, loud laugh. It was even Peony’s first time seeing the owner like that, so she could only open her eyes, which had been glaring at Holmes just a moment ago, and fix them on the owner.
Of course, Moriarty didn’t care, and burst into laughter as if he had just seen something really interesting. Then he took a deep breath and continued speaking.
“Then why on earth did you come to see me? Huh? Plural? Well, he might have a desire for revenge. But to calmly come to someone like that and answer this riddle? Holmes, Holmes, let us not say foolish things to each other. Like you said, we all know each other. Yes?”
Moriarty was satisfied to see his student just staring at her question and not saying any more stupid things.
So, since a student had already come to visit, as a teacher, I wanted to briefly ask him how he was doing.
“Anyway… That’s an interesting combination. “I never thought you and Miss Watson would be hanging out together.”
“Don’t touch Watson because it has nothing to do with it!”
There was a moment of silence.
Moriarty watched Holmes as if he was intrigued by her unexpected reaction, but in Holmes’ case, she had no choice but to remain silent out of embarrassment that she may have revealed a weakness without her knowledge.
But it was definitely an interesting reaction.
In fact, she could not help but be surprised when she received a report from Moran that Jane Watson had met Sherlock Holmes by chance and that they were together.
Moriarty rarely believed in predetermined fates, but he was confident that Holmes and Watson were destined to be together.
Holmes’ reaction was clearly unusual. It’s only been a few days since we met, but has he already felt a rare friendship?
Holmes’ reaction just now was closer to a scream directed at a villain who was after something precious.
Of course, this was Holmes’ misunderstanding, but it was undeniably interesting.
“… Don’t worry too much, disciple. Is there really a need to target Miss Watson? Isn’t there a Mycroft in London right now? We had a brief conversation at the Diogenes Club a few days ago. Also… Sherringford and his family also live in your hometown, so there are plenty of places to target.”
“You…” You are a villain. “You are a really bad person.”
Holmes was helpless against Moriarty’s threats that were not threats, but he could only utter those words. That was clearly his current position and limitation.
In her anger, she glared at Moriarty as if he were cursing her, but as if even her reaction was all just a play, Moriarty soon laughed at her, making exaggerated gestures like an actor in her play.
“Unable to prove that I am a loved one who will enjoy these beautiful days, I decided to prove that I am a villain. Of course, proof is a detective’s job, right?”
Her knowledge was not so lacking that she did not notice that she was mocking Shakespeare’s Richard III.
“… “Your arrogance will end you, and I will make it so.”
“To do that, you have to become a proper detective first. I would even give my kingdom for a detective. Oh, you got your hands on some beggars in the City of London this time? “Do whatever you want for the time being, because you can get it back at any time.”
With those words, Holmes stood up and tried to go out the door, as if he had nothing more to say. However, she had no choice but to stop when she heard Moriarty’s words coming from behind her.
“It’s time to rest for now, Holmes. By the way, I’m thinking about taking Miss Watson to the racetrack this weekend. What do you think? “It wouldn’t be a bad idea to be together.”
Of course, as Moriarty, she made the offer because of her desire to see Holmes and Watson with her own eyes and confirm their relationship.
However, Holmes took it in a slightly different meaning.
Yes, even if he is a little less stupid than a goldfish, he is an acquaintance whose face I know. I can’t let Watson like that end up with a villain like that. It’s for Watson’s sake.
Holmes struggled to think like that before turning his back and letting out a cold sigh.
“We should work together, of course, for Watson’s sake.”
“I will send you an invitation shortly, Holmes. See you on the weekend then.”
That was the end of the short post-mortem review with the teacher.
Holmes could not help but still be confused. This was true even for the new entity that invaded his daily life, Watson.
In fact, I was thinking deep down that I would just break up with him once this incident was over. But strangely enough, Holmes was not willing to do so.
Of course, when I got back to London and met the idiot who was crying and complaining to me that Mr. Fogg might really have lost the bet, I regretted my decision a little.
However, unlike his usual self, he only regretted it and was unable to completely cut off his relationship with Watson as coldly as he did before.
At Moriarty’s invitation, they even went to the racetrack together, and while there, they witnessed Watson’s madness and seriously wondered whether this crazy ‘friend’ could live on his own, but they plan to continue that relationship for the time being. It was.
For Holmes, he could not help but worry not only about the confrontation with Moriarty, but also about the many relationships in his life.
In the case of Jane Watson, she was naturally sociable, so it was natural for her to form a relationship with Holmes as a friend.
Of course, in her own way, she could see that in this relationship, she strangely felt a stronger sense of intimacy with Holmes than with others.
More than anything, I had a strange conviction that if I was with this unique eccentric, I would face interesting dangers.
At least in London, the relationship between Holmes and Watson was expected to continue without them being able to make a clear judgment about each other.
To briefly add about Phileas Fogg’s travels and Watson’s end, Watson literally had to spend the rest of his life going back and forth between hell and heaven.
When the news came that the capable officer had caught Fogg’s group in the middle, Watson could not help but break down halfway, just as he did when he saw his horse leading but being reversed at the last minute.
Of course, every time he and Holmes drank tea in London, he talked about Mr. Fogg’s group’s record-breaking story, and Holmes couldn’t help but seriously think about what makes Watson better than a goldfish.
However, when the 80th day of the betting period approached, Watson had no choice but to wait in front of the Reform Club, the place for betting, with Holmes and Moriarty, with an expression that said it was literally over.
“Okay… finished… …. Me… I’m really done…. I’m sorry, father! I received my survivor’s pension in advance, so I’m really broke now! Swimming… Henry, I can understand you now……. Me… If I had a family to sell to, maybe… Like my brother…… !”
“Calm down, Watson. “Because it seems like stupidity is spreading.”
The promised time was approaching, but Mr. Fogg’s group had not shown up. And now there really was less than 10 minutes left.
However, Watson was the only one who despaired at the scene. In the first place, there were almost no people who bet that Mr. Fogg would succeed.
Holmes coldly exhaled, looking at such a foolish Watson. Of course, without realizing it, he was thinking of ways to help this poor guy, but he thought it was all about taming a useful guy.
Watson, of course, didn’t know this, but as if he had finally made up his mind, he slowly stood up and looked at Holmes and Professor Moriarty.
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“Ho… Holmes! Uh… What do we do? Radish… Of course, I bet all my money, so the debt is… Hmm… …. “Professor Moriarty.”
“… “Why do you call me, Miss Watson?”
Even Moriarty had no choice but to hesitate for a moment due to the unusual momentum. Moran, who was standing next to him, glared at Watson for a moment, and Watson cowered for a moment, but tried to open his mouth with a stern expression, as if his life or death depended on it.
“Ho… Instead of paying off the debt, I… Even me-“
“Watson, someone is coming over there.”
However, Watson could not continue speaking. Because Holmes struck first and opened his mouth.
Holmes had no choice but to stop talking because the people Watson needed to see were coming. There was no intention there, obviously.
Watson’s expression was a mixture of joy and regret, but her joy at having survived fortunately seemed to be greater, and she collapsed to the floor.
Of course, the people around couldn’t help but cheer as they saw Fogg and his party enter the country after an amazing journey. No matter how impossible most people thought it was, those who made it possible had no choice but to praise them.
A rather sturdy servant of medium height quickly ran into the Reform Club, shouting and leading Mr. Fogg and an Indian-looking woman.
“Hey! Master Pogue! Madam Auda! Uh… Move your legs quickly and run faster! People are waiting for us! If you’re late, it’s really all over! “This Passepartout doesn’t want to lose his good job!”
A French servant named Passepartout was leading his master and his wife with a slightly strange way of speaking.
Later, when I attended the wedding of Mr. Fogg and Mrs. Auda, I realized that he was only speaking in a strange way because his English was not good.
In fact, when Holmes had a little conversation with Passepartout in French, his tone of voice was normal.
In this way, Phileas Fogg successfully completed his 80-day trip around the world, and Jane Watson was able to avoid bankruptcy.
Only Jane Watson knew whether this was good or bad.
