71 – The Strange Case of Miss Holmes and Professor Moriarty (1)
The story of Lord Carew’s death and Dr. Henry Jekyll is natural, but that evening Professor Moriarty’s It was also passed down to the mansion.
Because James Moriarty was known internationally as a fairly successful investor, his mansion was so large that it was incomparably larger than a place for a young professor in his early thirties to stay.
However, in inverse proportion to its size, the only people staying in the mansion were James Moriarty and his secretary and maid Sebastian Moran.
Of course, to some extent, this was Moran’s intention as she received an excellent education and grew up. Although she did so for the sake of her master and the safety of his work.
In the case of Mrs. Barnes, who had educated her excellently, she had already retired a few years ago due to her age, and Moran, who took over the role of managing the mansion shortly after because he was a relative of Moriarty, secretly watched her inside the mansion. The number of maids and servants began to be reduced.
Of course, she could not take care of her large mansion alone, so she switched to commuting one by one, and since there was no particular problem with work efficiency, Moriarty also tolerated it.
Naturally, this place had long since become the home of just Moran herself and her owner, Professor Moriarty. Moran, who knew that her only value in existence lay in protecting her master and following her master, was always satisfied with this.
However, when she knocked on the door of the master’s study with new news to convey to him, she unconsciously could not manage her facial expression properly.
As expected, the presence of the person to whom this news was intended was disturbing.
Sherlock Holmes.
That damn woman.
There was no way he would care just because he was the master’s former disciple. Because it was at best that kind of relationship. If we only count the time spent together, Moran himself was far above. Because right now, the only person in the world who knew everything about the man named James Moriarty was himself.
However, she instinctively knew that the woman was dangerous. Perhaps it was a warning from the sixth sense of the beast in her blood, which could be seen by the wolf ears sticking out on top of her head and the wolf’s tail extending from her tailbone.
It is dangerous.
In fact, the owner she served was an attractive man to anyone’s eyes, so there were sometimes annoying beings hanging around.
Even if it’s a suspicious witch she doesn’t like at the moment, doesn’t she always secretly want to beg her master like an animal in heat?
Of course, the strong man and master he knew named James Moriarty was not a person who would fall for such a shallow temptation.
She is a peony, and even when she tried to do that secretly without her knowledge, she was a calm being, as if she were a human being with no s*xual desires.
Actually, Holmes wasn’t the type of person to feel danger about that woman.
But there was definitely something different about her. To be precise, the master’s attitude towards that woman was clearly different.
There was definitely something different about Moran herself, Watson, and her dealings with that witch.
And Sebastian Moran was afraid of that unknown attitude, and he couldn’t help but have terrible thoughts about whether it would destroy his relationship with his master and his master.
On the day when she proudly returned from shooting a bank robber on her master’s orders, she remembered the gaze that had been glaring at her master, who had invaded her home without warning, and without realizing it, she had cut short the end of the letter she had to deliver to her master. It was crumpled.
That gaze.
That arrogant and selfish gaze, as if there were only oneself and the master. And I didn’t like the look that seemed to want to burn the owner at any moment.
What scared me more than anything was the gaze of the owner who was looking at me like that.
It was definitely different from usual. There have been enough foolish enemies and weaklings who have dared to oppose their master and to destroy him. And every time they received such attention, the owner laughed at them and made them suffer the fate of the defeated one by one.
But why that woman?
Looking at her then, Moran couldn’t help but make one sinister assumption.
Perhaps the owner can use it as a chess piece for his self-proclaimed ‘play’ with that woman?
The order to kill that woman can be carried out at any time. She doesn’t like the command not to kill, but she can follow it.
Because the purpose of his existence was to obey his master. This has been a truth that has not changed since I realized that this man was truly a strong man, right after I escaped that horrible life about 10 years ago.
Then what if the owner wants to sacrifice himself because of this woman? Or, what if he wants to destroy himself? And what should Moran himself do if such an order is given?
“Come in.”
However, such foolish thoughts soon disappeared when I heard the master’s voice.
Yes, I just have to protect my master and follow his orders. That’s it.
Thinking like that, Moran opened the door and went into the study to see Moriarty working on documents.
“… This is a document sent from Scotland Yard. Would you like me to bring you a new car, sir?”
“No, it’s okay. Oh, please leave the documents there.”
“Yes.”
Hearing Moriarty’s words, Moran carefully placed the report that had just been sent by Scotland Yard in a corner of her desk.
Then, he stood silently like a loyal hunting dog guarding his master’s side. Of course, Moriarty was used to it by now, so she didn’t say much.
She told her several times that it was okay to spend time on her own, whether she was out or sitting when she didn’t have to do anything right away, but she couldn’t break Moran’s stubbornness, so she gave up on him a long time ago. Peel.
No matter how much Moran was his loyal tool and collection, she did not want to become a doll deprived of her free will, so she insisted on Moriarty’s stubbornness despite the fact that he had never forced this upon her during her education. Because she was smoking, she couldn’t readily understand.
However, having someone to listen to you meant that you had the opportunity to open your mouth without even realizing it.
Naturally, whenever Moriarty was alone with Moran, she would be the first to open up a conversation, just as Holmes would open up to Watson.
“Now that I think about it, this Scotland Yard guy who gave us the news, how much was he paying per case?”
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“We are paying a minimum of 100 pounds each.”
“Oh, that’s right, that’s right. Well, isn’t it fun, Moran? Of course, it is a lot of money from the investigator’s perspective, but those who say they are working for social justice sell their beliefs for a small amount of money.”
“Isn’t it thanks to the master’s ability?”
“Your skill at flattering gets better every time, Moran.”
However, Moriarty smiled as she put down her pen and took out a thick cigar, as if she was happy. As if of course she had been waiting, Peony lit him a cigarette.
“Having a lot of money is meaningless because there is no place to spend it. Come to think of it, Moran, you don’t have anything special to write about, do you?”
As money was not a big goal for James Moriarty, he did not keep everything he earned to himself.
At least the members of the organization he trusted were each receiving satisfactory compensation, and so was Moran.
However, as Moriarty always watched Moran by her side, he knew that his loyal secretary had no particular hobby or money to spend.
He slept in the same place as her, ate together, and in Moran’s case, she had almost no special hobbies other than buying necessary clothes.
I asked, half out of curiosity. Of course, it wasn’t because I was really interested. However, he rationally knew that in order to deal effectively with his subordinates, he sometimes had to show friendliness.
Moran gave a small, meaningless smile.
“Most of you are saving, sir. But recently… “I also purchased a small mansion in my name.”
“… Okay? There’s no need to use it right now anyway, right? Are you going to pay rent at least?”
“No. Still, won’t there be something to live for someday?”
“Well, is it to prepare for old age? Surely, Moran, you are much smarter than those other idiots. It’s definitely not a bad idea to prepare in advance. hahahaha, if this continues, a few years later, people around me might criticize her maid for not finding her a matchmaking position and continuing to keep her.”
First of all, to the public, Moran was either a distant relative of Moriarty himself or a child employed by Moriarty as a maid, so her assumption was not wrong.
It was clearly her virtue as an employer to write letters of recommendation for better jobs or find suitable marriage positions.
Of course, Moriarty just threw it out as a joke.
However, Moran’s reaction was not cool, perhaps because she thought it was a boring joke. Trying to ignore her momentary reluctance, Moriarty changed the subject.
“Well, no one can guarantee that. No matter how much I do, I can’t know everything that will happen even a few years from now. As for Mr. Hyde this time, yes, to be honest, I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed.”
On a semi-impulsive basis, he released Mr. Edward Hyde into the night streets of London to run wild, but all he did was kill a member of the House of Commons and get caught.
Of course, she didn’t have high expectations.
In the first place, Dr. Henry Jekyll was just a typical British intellectual, different on the outside and inside, and the only thing that was unique was that he could turn into Mr. Hyde.
Still, Holmes, I thought I could enjoy watching the child move around, but it was as if everything had already been resolved. There was no way he wouldn’t notice the truth.
“Maybe it’s because I was so kind in asking for assignments. Originally, if you wanted to get a doctorate, you had to find your own research topic.”
Moriarty, who had been looking through the documents she had brought in at least perfunctorily as she grumbled, could not help but stop her words at that moment and check the documents in her own hands several times.
Moran was tensed by her owner’s unexpected behavior and had no choice but to quietly watch everything from his side.
In a rare occurrence, Moriarty asked Moran back as if he was a little surprised or embarrassed.
“This… …. “He sent it properly, right?”
“… “Unless there are unexpected circumstances or intervention—”
“Then it means it was sent correctly. Henry Jekyll was released without charge, and Edward Hyde was raised as a suspect instead? Holmes, you let Jekyll go free? Why?”
Seeing the owner’s unusually embarrassed appearance, Moran had no choice but to pass Mokuldae.
