63 – Edward Hyde is real (1)
British people who loved horse racing wanted to see horses galloping at the racecourse all year round, and naturally, races were always held.
Although the main game schedule of the year usually started in April and ended before the winter of the year, it was no exaggeration to say that minor games were held at any time. In London, where winter is just around the corner, people fill the racecourses to enjoy the end-of-year horse racing.
The same was true for Alexandra Park Racecourse, located in the north of London and opened around Alexandra Palace around 4 years ago.
Compared to other racecourses, it was famous for its particularly short course, so it was also famous for the races being decided in a short period of time.
And as the race between horse and jockey was taking place to determine fate, Jane Watson, who was sitting in the stands, was screaming and getting angry.
“Silver Blaze! Run! Hey! Yah! C-Paal! What are you doing, jockey? Whip, whip harder, beat to death! What are you doing now, you’re falling behind! Hey! Your mom didn’t hit you when you were little! Argh! You bastard! Wow! It’s reversed! Evil! Argh! Silver Blaze! What are you doing, you’re falling behind! Run faster, before I turn you into glue! Someone shoot that rider and kill him! Shoot them dead and turn their horses into horse meat! Argh! “I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you all!”
The gamblers’ screams and anger, remorse and curses for life, and jockeys’ greetings to their parents were, in fact, common sights seen here and there at the racecourse.
However, if the person shouting such a cry was a beautiful and unmarried girl, even Londoners who liked to save face naturally had no choice but to focus their attention.
At least the audience in the surrounding area was unknowingly focusing their attention on Jane Watson, who was going crazy more than the game where the winner was decided right before their eyes.
“It’s barbaric.”
Of course, Holmes, who was sitting right next to me, saw this scene and commented briefly. Of course, Watson couldn’t hear this. Now, she has transformed into a witch who is tearing out her long, shiny silver hair, throwing her magic ticket to the floor, and contemplating whether to place a curse on the rider and Silver Blaze at any moment.
Nearly three months have passed since she got to know Watson, but she still hasn’t figured out why Watson is reluctant to use magic. Of course, I could tell that he was reluctant because it was an unusual price, but I couldn’t ask about it openly.
But every time he saw Watson at the racetrack, Holmes had to wonder whether it was reasonable to continue a relationship with a guy who was inferior to this goldfish.
No matter how much Holmes didn’t care about the opinions of those around him, Watson was in many ways an embarrassing person to sit next to.
Watson was so furious that she had failed to pay her odds, and she was so vulgar that she was not even aware that her huge gambling bag was shaking and attracting the attention of those around her.
“But seeing you worry about Watson every time, it seems like you really like that guy, Holmes.”
“… “Don’t act like we’re friendly, teacher.”
“Well, if we went out together like this, wouldn’t others think we were quite close?”
Hearing Moriarty’s words coming from next to Holmes, Holmes once again changed his expression to cold and responded to him.
Of course, regardless, Moriarty shrugged his shoulders and calmly observed the outcome of the game being decided.
Watson, who knew that it was already over, remained calm the moment the result of the game was confirmed. Of course, her calmness did not mean that she was not despairing.
“Oh…… Ah… ….”
“So why do you keep betting on horses with high dividends, Watson? “Make a reasonable decision.”
Her Holmes side couldn’t understand her every time she followed Watson to her racecourse. In fact, it wasn’t unusual, since she clearly found it difficult to understand goldfish.
Still, Watson was clearly in a serious state. As the reverse dividend of Phileas Fogg’s great journey succeeded, Watson immediately obtained a large amount of money that would have been difficult for people his age to have.
Even now, many people no longer have to worry about their living expenses, thanks to Holmes semi-forcibly forcing them into the bank. Somehow, although Watson himself was very disappointed, he was able to repay most of the money he had borrowed from Professor Moriarty.
However, Holmes clearly remembered that the remaining amount was a huge amount.
When she came to her senses, she realized that she had squandered most of Watson’s dividends on a few occasions, and even she couldn’t help but be surprised at the waste of her wonderful Watson.
It was clear that Watson still couldn’t come to her senses despite such enormous waste, which made her wonder if burning bills as firewood would have been slower than that.
But with her broad mind, she had to understand Watson. I don’t know if it’s true, but scholars have said that goldfish’s memory span is only a few seconds.
Of course, goldfish and Watson were different.
At least the goldfish wasn’t noisy.
“That… But, Holmes! I told you gambling isn’t about calculating! Me… me… …. “I really believed this time, I believed Silver Blaze would win!”
At the same time, Watson again began to tell Holmes about the superstitions and fantasies that every gambler has, and of course, Holmes lightly ignored this and went for a cigarette.
They say that the name Silver Blaze is good from the start, but in fact, that ranch has been passing down the name ‘Silver Blaze’ to their horses for generations, and the father of the current third generation Silver Blaze was a famous horse, so the reverse dividend could be successful this time. , It was all meaningless, stupid, and just a belief bordering on madness.
Watson’s stupidity seemed to have caught on for a moment, but when she tried to annoy him by not lighting his cigarette, Moriarty, who had already lit his own cigarette, secretly lit his student’s cigarette. .
Although he was momentarily embarrassed, Holmes also reluctantly watched him light a cigarette, and after a while, the two exchanged smoke with each other.
Watson, who had just come to his senses, looked at this and muttered as if he were a little embarrassed.
“That… Now that I think about it, it seems like you two are really close?”
“It can be said that there is a certain level of closeness between a teacher and a student, Miss Watson. Right, Holmes?”
He wanted to scold Watson for his foolish words, but Moriarty hit him first, so Holmes had no choice but to hesitate.
In the end, there was no need to seem suspicious to Watson and I did not feel the need to explain Watson’s stupid misunderstanding, so I had to reluctantly nod his head.
Above all, even though they were not close friends, there was no doubt that there was a relationship between him and Moriarty that no one could enter, that they only understood each other, and that had to be broken at some point.
Of course, as if he didn’t like Moriarty’s answer, and as if he didn’t like Watson’s slightly suspicious gaze, Holmes focused on making donuts with cigarette smoke.
People around us were getting up from their seats one by one, discussing the results of the horse race that had just ended, so there were hardly any intrusive outsiders.
‘I guess I should stop playing around.’
Moriarty could feel Moran’s eyes on him, silently filling his empty glass next to him, so he quietly took out a cigarette and looked at the newspaper that came out this morning.
Every time I looked, there were only trash articles. Of course, in the midst of all that trash, there was sometimes news worth seeing or news he wanted, and as it happened today, it was the same.
“So, did you all read this morning’s newspaper?”
“What are you talking about? Also, a bad medical student played with a patient’s body on the Thames River?”
“That’s something that happens often these days, so it’s nothing new. “Holmes, do you think Dr. Jekyll has gone a little crazy?”
“… Wouldn’t most people think it was a bad joke, sir? “Edward Hydra, everyone thinks it’s an urban legend.”
“Well, that’s true too.”
During the conversation between the two, Watson secretly looked at the newspaper in Professor Moriarty’s hand. I didn’t remember it right away because it wasn’t a front-page article, but I remembered reading the article itself because it was the travels of a famous person in London.
Dr. Henry Jekyll, a renowned scholar and philanthropist, suddenly announced a bizarre will bequeathing his legacy to Edward Hyde.
Who is Edward Hyde? Like Spring-Heeled Jack, a mysterious monster that appeared in London long ago, he was a monster known to roam the streets of London at night, harassing people and harassing women.
However, as several official organizations, including Scotland Yard, have repeatedly confirmed that there is no such entity or person, it was, as Holmes said, close to an urban legend.
As Watson, who knew nothing, she thought it was just the professor’s choice of topic to bring up an interesting conversation, and as she expected, the conversation on the topic did not continue any further.
However, Holmes couldn’t help but blink. Because it was something that could only be known between him and his teacher.
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She had just received a notice from her teacher that something would happen soon surrounding Dr. Henry Jekyll.
A motivated graduate student is always a feast for the eyes, so Moriarty couldn’t help but smile as he lit up a new cigarette.
He briefly recalled an incident a few days ago when he had to dip someone by hand due to his work after a long time.
