90 – Adventure in an Empty House (2)
The woman, probably Mrs. Hudson, just stared in bewilderment at the back of the gentleman who got angry and said something unusual and left.
“How many times has this happened?” …. If this is the case, should I really sell the house and move somewhere else? ….”
However, he soon came to his senses and carefully looked around.
‘It’s not a bad decision.’
Holmes was able to observe her and draw his own conclusions. In fact, she was a natural judge for a landlord, but more than anything, she was a woman with an unusual side, as she quickly came to her senses and looked around.
Ghost.
Of course, both Moriarty and Holmes could not help but laugh inside when they heard this. Even though Britain is full of superstitions and unscientific beliefs, ghost stories are far from absurd.
It was a time when magic existed, fairies lived, and werewolves lived in the back alleys, but unfortunately, it was still a boring world where ghosts did not exist.
Because it was not possible to revive the dead with magic, some people often fell into necromancy, but these were all scams and only those who were deceived.
However, it was clear that it was something unusual to ordinary people with false beliefs. In fact, it was clear that the presence of the ghost mentioned by the tenant who had left must have been a greater fear to Mrs. Hudson than anything else.
The main culprit behind falling housing prices was clearly the building owner’s worst nightmare.
“Ah… …. I behaved indecently because that person was a bit strange. I’m just spouting nonsense, so don’t worry about it and just go on your way. “Gentlemen and ladies.”
While looking around, Mrs. Hudson finally discovered Moriarty and the others, cleared her throat, and opened her mouth with a friendly smile.
From Scotland. Widow. Wealthy. She is quite picky and has a maid, but she also has a somewhat miserly temperament.
He is engaged in drug trafficking as a side job.
Of course, after a brief observation, Holmes took a step closer to the woman in her 40s, her eyes shining and a smile on her face.
Although Moriarty finished observing similarly to Holmes, she could not help but sigh a little unconsciously at the sight of such a child-like student.
Holmes’ expression was like that of a child who discovered a candy store. He remembered the time he had taken Moran to Oxford a few years ago.
However, given that the target was drugs and drugs, I couldn’t help but wonder whether I should seriously advise my students to think about their health as a teacher.
Of course, Moriarty himself could not say that he was completely honest about drugs, and he was worried because he could sympathize with the reason why Holmes used drugs as a tool.
For both him and Holmes, the world was extremely boring, and sometimes brain stimulation was needed, so the appropriate medication definitely helped a lot.
Above all, it was not illegal. Although it wasn’t something Moriarty himself would say.
Meanwhile, Holmes opened his mouth triumphantly and suspiciously to Mrs. Hudson.
“Scotland Yards is a place where taxpayers’ money is wasted with nothing to do, and there is no way an officer would come just because a ghost is reported. “But if something similar happened again and again, you could have at least called the police. Why didn’t you do that, Mrs. Hudson?”
“Miss, I think you’re drunk right now, so don’t be weird- Hey! Hey!”
However, just as no one could stop Holmes once he started tracking down his prey, there was no way that Mrs. Hudson, who was in her middle-aged 40s, could stop her alone.
Mrs. Hudson tried to be polite at first and pass off Holmes’ words as just drunkenness, but she soon shouted in a hurry and tried to grab Holmes’ collar.
Because Holmes opened the front door and went inside.
Mrs. Hudson followed quickly, leaving Moriarty and Moran alone on the street.
“Master, I don’t think there’s any need to wait for that vulgar druggie.”
“… “It looks like you and Holmes are not on good terms in many ways, Moran.”
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“That b*tch… Hmm, excuse me. That woman is no different from a vulgar prostitute. “I dare say this, but I would like to emphasize once again that it is in many ways inferior to the master to keep by his side.”
“What… …. It’s your freedom to think that way, Moran. Still, you’re curious about what our Holmes is trying to do, right?”
“Master? Master!”
Of course, as soon as Moriarty had a brief conversation, she followed suit and entered the building at 221B Baker Street. Moran, who at first called Moriarty like an abandoned puppy, soon sighed, but she immediately followed him.
No matter how much she didn’t like the fact that her master was still paying attention to that woman, she always had to protect and follow her master.
As Moriarty opened the front door and entered, her familiar voice could be heard coming from above. As expected, his student was quick. He must have literally climbed the stairs in an instant and searched the building like an investigator, defying his wife’s restraint.
“Hey! All… What on earth are you doing! This is trespassing, young lady! It’s a home invasion! “Police, get out now before I call the police!”
“Sing for me if you can, Mrs. Hudson! Oh, is it this room?”
The urgent cries of Mrs. Hudson and the lively voice of Holmes were heard from up the stairs. Then, she lowered her head and looked towards the side of the entrance, where a frightened young maid was standing. Moriarty lowered his hat with a friendly smile and greeted her without saying a word.
She was a maid who was frightened by the sudden intrusion of a strange woman, but her smile was enough to make even such a maid blush without realizing it.
Of course, when Moran, who soon followed her, glared at her maid as if she were on guard, she ran away into her hallway again as if she was frightened.
Ignoring Moriarty, he slowly and leisurely climbed the stairs, savoring Holmes’ noise. Of course, his gaze rested for a moment on the stairs leading to the basement.
Apparently, the drugs that Mrs. Hudson had smuggled through a bit of tax evasion were stored there. I was impressed by the rather sturdy lock that did not fit into an ordinary building.
“Have they created a private opium den?”
“I don’t think it goes to that extent, master. For that reason, the smell of medicine is not strong enough. “It seems like we only occasionally provide it to our boarders.”
Unfortunately, Moriarty, who was weaker than Holmes or Moran, muttered, and Moran answered on behalf of his limbs.
Then I thought it was a really interesting place. Perhaps, I could understand why Holmes was so enthusiastic and risked rudeness to conduct the search.
In Holmes’s opinion, wouldn’t this place be a huge treasure trove?
As she went upstairs and passed through the hallway, she was able to witness an argument between Holmes, who was observing this and that in one room, and Mrs. Hudson, who was trying to stop her.
Clearing her throat, she announced her arrival. Mrs. Hudson, who was desperate, tried to ask Moriarty for help.
“This…” “Hey, try to stop this girl, teacher!”
“I guess I can’t stop you, Mrs. Hudson. It looks like my student discovered something very interesting. “If you feel uncomfortable, do as Holmes said and call the police.”
“That… that!”
Holmes, who had just finished observing the embarrassed Mrs. Hudson, took out her pipe again and opened her mouth.
“There’s no way I could call the police. People who inherently do illegal things will want to avoid them, no matter how trivial it may be. In the basement, various drugs are stored for tax evasion and sold as a pastime. How can we call it that? Right, Mrs. Hudson? This is especially true since he is even regularly collecting information from beggar children around him under the pretense of being an enemy. Actually, I think it’s a bit excessive. “There are countless ways to use those children more usefully, but the only way to do it is to monitor police officers’ patrols and alerts!”
Holmes opened his mouth and filled his pipe. Now, of course, I didn’t forget to approach Mr. Moriarty and ask for a cigarette.
Moriarty couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of her calmly treating him like a servant. If it were anyone else she would, of course, but she wouldn’t have dared to do that to him.
But Holmes was clearly a special being, and Moriarty was able to give such people the treatment they deserved.
“It’s the last match.”
However, Moriarty just lit Holmes’ pipe. And since he was also a smoker, he reflexively took out a new cigarette from the silver cigarette case and put it in his mouth.
Without thinking much, he lowered his head towards the pipe that Holmes was still holding and brought his face closer.
At first, Holmes was reflexively trying to help the teacher light a cigarette, but later, when he realized that he had created a somewhat unfamiliar appearance, he couldn’t help but feel unusually embarrassed.
Of course, as soon as Ms. Moriarty seemed to feel nothing, she immediately looked up and was busy watching Mrs. Hudson’s reaction.
It was indeed an action worthy of an evil villain. Unlike himself, who was embarrassed, Holmes, who was slightly annoyed by his behavior as if nothing had happened, followed Mr. Moriarty and turned his head to Mrs. Hudson as if nothing had happened.
