91 – Adventure of the Empty House (3)
Mrs. Hudson, who was belatedly subjected to silent questioning again, started with denial, like all people who commit illegal acts do.
“I… I haven’t done anything wrong! Baby… I don’t know what right you have to question me in the first place, but… I’m really calling the police! “Hurry up and get out of my house while you’re saying nice things!”
“You are not wrong, Mrs. Hudson. It’s not really a crime until you get caught. Unless you are distributing illegal drugs, light tax evasion is actually a relatively light sentence. Of course, it could be a pretty serious problem for your reputation.”
“I… I am!”
Mrs. Hudson’s face turned pale at James Moriarty’s calm ridicule. But still she wanted to deny it.
Meanwhile, Holmes secretly raised the sleeves of her dress and showed her with his body instead of his words. On her white and slender left forearm, ugly needle marks were clearly engraved like her tattoo.
Seeing that, Mrs. Hudson muttered again as if she was embarrassed, but she had already shown herself to be a drug addict, so any excuses she made before Holmes seemed useless.
However, Holmes, who felt bored with the actions of a tax evader in his daily life who did not give up, sighed and opened his mouth.
“Perhaps because I am also well-versed in drugs, there is a strong smell of drugs coming from my wife’s hands and from inside this mansion. Well, if you think I’m wrong, let’s take a look in the basement. Of course, even if you refuse, just know that you can open the door as much as you want before forcing it or calling the police. Or, should I report it?”
“This…” This is outrageous! That… And quickly pull down your sleeves, young lady! “It can’t be used if a young person goes around like that!”
I thought it was my grandmother.
Holmes thought to himself. The way she looked for her morals and dignity, telling me not to show my skin carelessly while being embarrassed by her own threats, really felt like a grandmother who wouldn’t stop nagging me.
It was an undeniable fact that she had reacted a little harshly without even realizing it because of Teacher Moriarty just now.
Of course, Holmes himself also had no intention of reporting Mrs. Hudson for tax evasion and other miscellaneous crimes. She was only an investigative advisor and did not have the duty to catch all common criminals.
In that case, it was too much of a waste to just ignore this unexpected luck.
As can be seen from the appearance of the Wiggins siblings, the experienced middle-aged woman in front of us was building relationships with street children in her own way.
Of course, Holmes himself had already taken control of the leaders of the City of London through some violence, but the greater the number, the better.
Furthermore, those who were obtained with Mr. Moriarty’s connivance could disappear at any time, but it was also true that they were more trustworthy as long as they held Mrs. Hudson’s leash.
More than anything, Holmes really liked the fact that Mrs. Hudson was similar to him, that she shared at least some of the same tastes, and that she dealt with the drugs that formed the basis of those tastes.
‘You’re lucky.’
I thought the price of medicine would remain stable for the time being.
Holmes’ own hobbies were those that made quite a bit of money. It cost him a small amount of money to regularly take Mariani wine and appropriate drugs, and since he was a heavy smoker, he had to spend a lot of money on cigarettes.
The reason she went to the trouble of insisting on smoking her pipe was because it was cheaper than her cigarettes. Wouldn’t it be possible to smoke cigarettes in moderation for a while now?
Because the drug problem was going to be solved by the Scottish woman in front of me.
Of course, Sherlock Holmes himself was a good person, unlike the evil Mr. Moriarty, so she had no intention of robbing Mrs. Hudson of her fortune. She just needs to get paid the right amount of support.
It was definitely a reasonable deal to solve her ghost problem and to receive some drugs in return for turning a blind eye to her small illegal tax evasion in the future.
“Of course, I have no intention of reporting your wife, so please rest assured. Just… “I was rude to you because I found your situation a bit interesting and wanted to solve it.”
“Ah… “Who is she?”
“Sherlock Holmes. This is an investigative advisor who was passing by. And this one… ….”
“This is James Moriarty, ma’am. She teaches mathematics in a small way at Oxford. And this is my maid, Peony. Well, Holmes wasn’t wrong. Above all, he is a diligent student who works under me as a teaching assistant.”
Mrs. Hudson had no choice but to follow the words of these intruders, as if her mind were possessed, in a situation that seemed to come out of nowhere.
In fact, it was unavoidable because there was no surer means than threatening to report it.
Mrs. Hudson, as if she had given up everything, began to complain about the difficult situation she was currently in.
Of course, she couldn’t even get out half of what she wanted to say. This was thanks to Holmes coldly interrupting her as if he was annoyed, and adding words instead of her unnecessary expressions of emotion and omission of additional explanations.
Mrs. Hudson, who was already going through a hard time thanks to the suspicious intruders, could not help but look at the beautiful, resentful young lady, but her behavior made her feel like a parent, and could only sigh.
“So, in the end, the tenants in this room often see ghosts in the middle of the night, so they keep leaving, right?”
“… “Yes, indeed, Miss Holmes.”
“What do you think, sir?”
“It won’t be much of a big deal. “But you are the one who solves the problem, aren’t you, Holmes?”
“Yes, yes, that’s right.”
Holmes felt disappointed with Mr. Moriarty, who did not respond well, and closed the door to the room where her ghost was said to be haunted, and then opened her mouth again.
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“Who lives in the building across from there?”
“Well… Across the street? It’s an empty house…….”
“Good. It’s not like there was a commotion inside anyway. Mrs. Hudson won’t have to do that. “If that’s the case, then she must have been out there manipulating things after all.”
Holmes then began to give Mrs. Hudson some instructions as if they were obvious. She was, of course, Mrs. Hudson, who still looked upon the strange young woman with a distrustful eye, but when Holmes had emphasized her slight threat, she had no choice but to do as she was told.
After completing the instructions, the three men and women went outside, leaving Mrs. Hudson, who was pretending to be a tenant, as if nothing had happened in the room where the tenant had just left tonight.
Of course, the place they were headed was the uninhabited house across from number 221B.
Of course, there was no one living there, but there was a high possibility that it was owned by someone, and the actions of the three men and women were clearly illegal trespassing.
However, Moriarty and Moran were originally people who played above the law, and Holmes was also a detective who was willing to break even the smallest laws, so they did not pose any obstacles.
However, since Moriarty herself was a bit lacking in motor skills, she had to get over the fence with Moran’s help.
She cleared her throat calmly and Moriarty entered her mansion and opened her mouth.
“Now that I think about it, it will literally be an adventure in an empty house.”
“…… Teacher, I think her naming skills are worse than you think. And do some exercise. “No matter how you look at it, you’re lacking in exercise.”
If he simply wanted revenge for what happened 10 years ago, Holmes could have achieved it right now.
Of course, it might be tricky since that hateful horny wolf cub would protect the teacher, but he could somehow create a situation where he was alone with the teacher.
After that, it was simple.
A few seconds were enough to defeat the teacher, who was only tall but lacking in sports in many ways. Perhaps, if it were me now, wouldn’t 3 seconds be enough to send Mr. Moriarty away?
And I didn’t like that. Because he had to stay healthy until he achieved a complete victory over that man.
It was an exaggerated view to some extent, but in Holmes’s opinion, it was not that strange if James Moriarty fell ill at any time. I was never purely worried about that man. He had to be healthy to suffer in hell with him for so long. That was it.
“… “I don’t want to agree with this courtesan, but this time I agree, master.”
When Moran joined in, Moriarty smiled bitterly and tried to take the lead.
“Because selection and concentration are important.”
“You don’t really want to stay up all night today, do you, master? Then you catch a cold again. “I have a duty to take care of my master’s health!”
“It’s okay, Moran, it rained a bit last time so I couldn’t help it.”
“Master, you must admit that you are weak enough to catch a cold even if you are overweight! Master!”
Avoiding Moran’s nagging, like a husband avoiding his wife’s nagging, Moriarty entered the empty house first as if running away.
