48 Hours a Day

Holmes decided not to tell the Prime Minister about tonight for the time being.

Zhang Heng had no objection to this, but Violet wanted to say something. He always felt a little less gentle, which amounted to using Mr. Prime Minister as bait to fish, but because he was not British, he was not very good at this kind of thing, so Holmes eventually got what he wanted.

Once again, the Baker Street team was assembled, and Holmes personally came into battle this time, becoming a shoemaker during the day, setting up stalls not far from the prime minister's office and dressed up as a drunk on the side of the road at night.

As a result, two days later, he earned four shillings on his shoes and still did not see the Prussians.

Holmes himself was not in much of a hurry, and he was sleeping only three hours a day, yet he seemed to be shaking, and in his spare time he was still in the mood to play the violin.

As for Zhang Heng and Vial, they were also soaking up in a tavern and boxing yard in London these days to continue their search for a target in this way, but like Holmes, neither had much to gain, and on the morning of the third day, Zhang Heng also received unexpected news that Holmes had been arrested.

Zhang Heng and Vial saw Mr. Grand Detective at the police station, who was sitting in a bench and holding his chin without knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Heng proceeded with bail, after which the police released Holmes.

Holmes picked up a shoe brush and a toolbox from the police and walked out of the station without a word.

Zhang Heng and Vial were a little worried about Holmes, afraid that the latter would have something to think about, but Holmes suddenly laughed when he got in the carriage, "Interesting, it seems that this time I underestimated my opponent. ”

“Hmm?”

“It was a little embarrassing,” Holmes said, “I hadn't been so loud in a long time, I was supposed to be watching people, but they found me and beat me upside down. Someone told the police officer who was patrolling the street, found a suspicious person outside the Prime Minister's office, and then I was arrested by the police. Although I was a little involved on the side of the police station, the Prime Minister, the police couldn't release me immediately, and you had to bail me out. ”

“They recognize your disguise? ”

“Let's just say it was a trap from the beginning," Holmes said, "and I can now be sure that we were being watched. It should have been the night after the theater, we were trying to find the Prussian, but the other side was obviously touching our bottom, and they had to admit that they did a good job on the matter, and it seemed that they already knew where we lived and what I was doing, so this time our operation was completely under surveillance, and what happened today seemed to be their warning to me. ”

“Warning? ”

“Yes, it seems they don't want me to get into this again.” Holmes Road, “but it also heralds that we are approaching the truth. ”

“Sorry to interrupt,” the red-haired detective scratched his head, "I left something behind, didn't we have nothing to gain these two days, how suddenly the truth approached. ”

“I don't know yet, but we must have inadvertently done something to make them nervous these days, so I've been thinking about this until you got here.” Holmes Road.

Holmes touched his pocket and found that his pipe wasn't in his pocket because he changed his clothes.

Violet hastily pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and handed Holmes a pair of hands.

“Take it easy, let me think again.” Holmes smoked a cigarette tunnel.

As Holmes continued to ponder, Zhang Heng was also recalling what had happened in recent days to see what had been omitted, and then the two sounded softly at almost the same time.

“Have you found anything?” Violet is now more curious than anyone and can't wait to get into Zhang Heng and Holmes' heads.

“Are you thinking about what I was thinking?” Holmes asked Zhang Heng.

The latter looked to Ville, "You said that Mr. M's previous cases were all done in France, meaning that he was likely to be French. ”

“Uh... yes, that's right. ”

“And Carmen is a French opera. ”

“… this is no problem either.” The red-haired detective raised his eyebrows, "so? ”

“Carmen first premiered in Paris and then came to London, when Mr. M. also happened to be in London.” Zhang Hengdao, “is this a coincidence? ”

“Wait, are you implying that Mr. M is involved with the opera group? ”

“That explains why the opposite side is so nervous.” Zhang Hengdao.

'Cause we were at the theater that night,' Holmes said, 'and the other guy thought we might be close to staring at Mr. M. ”

“I'm going to see Miss Adler now to see who's French in the troupe, and that's when I arrived in London.” Zhang Heng resolutely said.

Half an hour later, Zhang Heng came outside Eileen Adler's house. After Zhang Heng reported his name, the nanny opened the door and asked him to sit in the living room. At this time, a sound came from the second floor.

“Miss Adler is practicing, please wait.” Nanny said.

“Okay.” Zhang Heng sat on the couch, and the babysitter made him black tea. About a minute later, the music stopped, and the female singer walked down the stairs.

“Look who's here. You're a rare customer, Mr. Zhang Heng.” Irene Adler said that she was wearing a white dress today that looked like a quiet blooming lily.

With Irene Adler's wisdom, Zhang Heng didn't mean to cover it up, and told her everything.

The woman singer's face was flashing, "So that's why you left that night. ”

“And ask Miss Adler not to be surprised. ”

“Irene, just call me Irene.” How can I blame a man who works hard to improve law and order in London, “the female singer said. ”

“Strictly speaking, the job is unpaid.” Zhang Hengdao, "so perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it an interest. ”

“That makes it even more admirable, doesn't it?” Irene paused and sat across from Zhang Heng, pouring herself a cup of black tea.

“The man you're looking for, he does exist, he was a French adviser to the troupe, and the connection between the rehearsal stage and the troupe was generally via telegram, but this time in London, it was a big deal, so he came from France, and I didn't like the guy very much. He seemed modest on the face, but I could see that he was actually very proud of himself and didn't see anyone else at all, especially women, and of course, he did a good job of flirting, but unfortunately he wasn't the smartest person in the troupe, as he thought he was. ”