74 – The Strange Case of Miss Holmes and Professor Moriarty (4)
“I guess it’s okay, right?”
Watching the back of Holmes entering the mansion, Jane Watson muttered without realizing it. Why he was like that, he didn’t even know.
Perhaps it was because I felt uneasy for a moment when I saw Holmes looking a little different from usual?
Clearly, the woman named Sherlock Holmes was an eccentric person, and she was the type of person that no common-sense Victorian would want to get close to.
She walked around proudly wearing pants that showed off her leg lines like a prostitute, and even with her smoking habit that was far from the sophistication of a lady, she was like that. In many ways, the sight of Holmes casually asking a passerby for a cigarette seemed like a pile of immorality.
Jane Watson prided herself on always living an ordinary life, except for the fact that she was born special, so she should have kept her distance from Holmes. She, at least Watson, truly thought she was ordinary.
But it was fun. Her first meeting was accidental, but being drawn to Holmes gave her more pleasure than any gamble.
Of course she was not hanging out with Holmes simply for her pleasure. Although she had only known him for a few months, from the first time she met she strangely felt like she was an old friend.
So she felt that Watson enjoyed the company of this friend, even when she sometimes spoke harshly of Holmes. Above all, she said, Holmes was clearly a special person.
But now it was a little different. Holmes felt normal right now. Actually, considering his age, it wasn’t strange.
No matter how special Holmes was, she was two years younger than herself and was just a girl who had just become an adult.
Still, it wasn’t clear. Holmes looked like a child hesitating right before doing something bad.
Of course, Watson knew that this was a ridiculous idea. The Holmes I have seen so far from the side is a just person, even if he is blunt and walks around like a bit of a pervert.
‘Shall we consult with Professor Moriarty?’
It was definitely strange to talk to someone whose friend problems were on their mind, but Watson could be trusted as long as it was a professor.
Organizing his thoughts, Watson waited for Holmes to return from his mysterious interview with Dr. Jekyll.
Although it was her unannounced visit, the butler of her mansion seemed to already be aware of her Holmes affairs and kindly guided her to Dr. Jekyll’s study. Dr. Jekyll, who witnessed at the scene that Holmes helped her to be released, also welcomed the unfamiliar lady.
‘The study is in a corner. ‘I moved recently.’
Of course, while being greeted half-heartedly, Holmes did not stop observing his surroundings. In many ways, it was clear that he was a simple human being.
It’s strange that no one has noticed that so many clues have been passed around.
Wasn’t it true that he was pretending not to know even though he knew? For a moment, Holmes was suspicious, but when the servant came outside and came face to face with Dr. Jekyll alone, he focused on him.
“Nice to meet you, you were Miss Holmes, right? Working in the police… Thank you again. “If it weren’t for you, Hyde, I would have been framed for what he did.”
Dr. Henry Jekyll was a middle-aged man. He seemed to have taken care of it in a way that was not appropriate for his age. He had a good physique, and his hair was unusually voluminous and parted proudly for a man of his age.
The man with his handsome mustache would have been mistaken by thoughtless Londoners as a man of great culture and gentleman.
Of course, Holmes quickly took out the pistol he had prepared in advance and placed the muzzle directly on his forehead. Because it was a quick action, Dr. Jekyll didn’t seem to understand what had happened for a moment.
However, it was only after I felt the cold muzzle of the gun on my forehead that I panicked and tried to make a sound.
“This…” “What is this!”
“If you don’t be quiet, there will be a hole, Dr. Jekyll. “No, Mr. Hyde.”
“What? Radish… radish… What are you talking about, you? “Are you crazy?”
I’m not good at lying. Or are you still acting?
It was good anyway. Holmes continued his explanation, holding his finger as if he were about to pull the trigger.
“Anyone who investigated the scene properly could have known that you were Edward Hyde. Hyde suddenly appears, murders Lord Carew, and knocks you out? Dog sound. Apparently there were only two people on the scene, you and Sir Carew. Of course, at some point, you were replaced by Hyde.”
“That… therefore! Me… I am!”
“The reason I let you go for a while was just to check. Don’t be foolish, I don’t know how he turned into Hyde, but do you think you can hide everything if you deal with me now? If I don’t return safely, I’ve done everything I can to ensure that your truth comes out. You don’t want to be destroyed, right? And I emphasize once again that even if you go on a rampage, I can protect myself. “Don’t engage in nonsense.”
Jekyll, no, Hyde, who had been trying hard to act scared, now began to tremble as if he was truly scared.
As expected, he was a socialite in London, so he seemed to care about his social status and reputation more than anything else. He was already halfway there, considering that he had once been suspected of being the suspect in Lord Carew’s murder.
More than anything, he may have been frightened by the burning fairy energy of Holmes glaring at him.
In response to Holmes’ subsequent threats, Dr. Jekyll began to tearfully confess his confession.
It was a confession of a stereotypical criminal. Of course, Holmes only focused on a few interesting points and spent the rest of his time counting Dr. Jekyll’s gray hair.
Crazy research that seeks to separate good from evil. And the resulting drug.
Edward Hyde, who claims to have been born through drugs, and the double life that Jekyll himself has been secretly enjoying.
However, the side effect is that it gradually begins to change into hydrochloric acid without medication.
He was just a typical hypocrite.
Still, Jekyll managed to confess to an interesting point, the point that Holmes was trying to aim for.
“So… Are you saying that M is the only one who supplies the ingredients to make that medicine, and that he ultimately ordered Hyde’s murder?”
“That… That’s right! M… …. All… “It’s all his doing!”
“So who is that M? If you don’t prove it, you won’t be able to find out anything. “You will be dragged to the gallows by the jury like this.”
“Mo… I don’t know! I… I really don’t know. If I knew, somehow! Ah… no! No… ….”
As if imitating that person, Holmes quietly put away his gun and opened his mouth as if to comfort him.
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“Fortunately, it seems that the Lord has not completely abandoned you. Coincidentally, I am also the person tracking that M.”
“That… that is… “What do you mean?”
“He is the Napoleon of crime in Europe, Dr. Jekyll. Even if we know his identity, there is no way to prove it. But if you did all this because of M, shouldn’t M be punished somehow?”
“What… That scary sound… “Don’t do it!”
“Then shall I go back like this and prove that the doctor is the culprit? As you know, Scotland Yard is only moderately cautious due to your social position, and has not yet let go of its suspicions about you.”
“Oh… Ah… ….”
I don’t know if he’s acting or if he’s really scared. Holmes placed his hand on Dr. Jekyll’s shoulder, just as his teacher had done to him, and opened his mouth as if to whisper.
“Whether you believe it or not, you are free. Edward Hyde may be acting as he pleases, that’s the excuse you can give. Yes?”
“What—”
“Moriarty. Professor James Moriarty. My gift for teaching mathematics at Oxford University is that M, Dr. Jekyll. The choice is yours. Oh, but before we part ways, I need you to write a deed, a deed confessing that you are Edward Hyde. Depending on your actions, this may or may not come out into the world.”
Of course, Dr. Jekyll did not want to write, but standing in front of his gun, silently holding the pen with his left hand, he had no choice but to write a memorandum stating that he was Edward Hyde.
Holmes returned to Watson with this as if he was satisfied.
Of course, it was a gamble to have Hyde attack Professor Moriarty with just this. She knew it too.
Perhaps she acted in her own way to gain psychological comfort.
But what Sherlock Holmes failed to calculate was the actions of James Moriarty. She was unaware that shortly after she left, Moriarty had sent a hasty letter addressed to Dr. Jekyll.
On the surface, it was an ordinary letter, but it contained hints that anyone who knew M could know that M was Moriarty, and this gave Henry Jekyll, and indeed Edward Hyde, more confirmation that Miss Holmes’ statement was true.
Holmes, who received a report from a nearby beggar that Hyde was moving unexpectedly late that afternoon, hurriedly used a carriage and people to take Watson, Inspector Lestrade, and several other inspectors, and Professor James Moriarty stayed there. I had no choice but to run down the street where my accommodation was located.
Although he grumbled, Lestrade, who secretly expected that the strange young lady would bring him some merit this time, silently followed Holmes without even asking why. Watson’s expression was not bright, perhaps because he sensed an ominous sign.
Something is wrong. Holmes thought.
I didn’t have time to think about why everything was happening faster than I expected, as if someone had intervened.
No, rather, it is an opportunity.
Therefore, I had to witness the scene together with others. Right now, Sebastian Moran, will that werewolf just stand by and watch Professor Moriarty attack?
Something would have to be done, and that alone was enough to give the officers the impression that there was something there. You can tell that this is not someone an ordinary professor would take around.
Then, Mycroft will be able to obtain the very small, grain-of-wheat evidence he has been asking for.
Thanks to their haste, Holmes and his party were able to see Moran accompanied by Professor Moriarty, who seemed to be enjoying a night walk. And Edward Hyde popped out.
But I soon knew something was wrong.
Why are you staying still? Your master may die, but why?
Moran sat down on the floor like a normal frightened maid. She was clearly acting. She had to be acting.
Watson’s scream is heard. What caught Sherlock’s eyes was the image of Moriarty being strangled by Edward Hyde.
At that moment, Holmes could see Moriarty smiling at him as he died.
It’s a shame that it actually ended up like this.
Moriarty thought as he felt strangled and suffocated.
His poor student didn’t seem to realize that this trap was a way for him to completely win.
Of course, I still felt regretful.
I’m sure Holmes will grow up and we’ll be able to play together as a proper detective.
However, if we follow the utilitarianism that intellectuals in British society believe in, isn’t the correct way to go in the end if the total amount of pleasure is greater?
It was good to increase the pleasure in such small ways, but it was definitely not bad to achieve and disappear in an instant a pleasure that could never be achieved again.
Hasn’t the foolish disciple realized it now? If you die like this, your path to victory will disappear forever.
In the end, it was Moriarty himself who won. Even if it ends like this, he will forever be remembered by Holmes, and he will forever remain an opponent that Holmes can never defeat.
Of course, he was going to win at any time.
But such a perfect victory, a perfect victory that Holmes would never be able to attempt again in any way, was certainly not bad.
No, it was actually fun.
I enjoyed the look on his face that gradually became more and more despairing as if he was embarrassed and realized his mistake. My vision was blurring and I could feel my body struggling, but it felt good. Maybe this is the last lesson?
Things like life have never been important from the beginning. Since I literally couldn’t die, I just lived. Because even committing suicide was ineffective. So I was willing to throw away as much as I could for this one moment of pleasure.
It was a happy life during that time. Sherlock, you always bring me joy. It was fun this time too. It may be shorter than you think, but it’s your lack of ability, right?
Hello, Holmes. You lost in the end this time too. You failed, but you won’t have to retake the course, so cheer up. You will be able to do well on your own without me.
Of course London would be very boring without me, and only I can understand you. Of course, it’s none of my business.
For the last time, Miss Holmes, you are not a villain.
There is no longer any way to prove it, forever. Yes?
The professor said his final goodbyes to his beloved student.
