what do you think sherlock

Chapter 6 Sherlock's Showtime with Lord Charles
In the public washroom on the first floor of the bar, there was the sound of taps running water.

Elizabeth, with silver-white hair, sat obediently on the sink, with a bag of baguettes lying sideways.

In the compartment next to it, there was the sound of flushing, and then the compartment door opened, and an old man with a big white beard came out of it.

"Mrs. Stubbs," the old gentleman looked at the person in front of him with some surprise.

"Meow," Elizabeth replied before the old lady could speak.

"Charles, that man is coming for you." Stubbs turned around, raised his eyes, touched Elizabeth, and then said.

"I guessed it too," Mr. Charles also walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and the cold water was still washing his old palms.

"I have been preparing for the past two years, but I just didn't expect that they would be so cruel and ruthless." After a moment of silence, Charles continued.

"Don't be deceived by their tender appearance, if they are really kind, how could they kill so many people?" Mrs. Stubbs said looking at Charles in the mirror.

Charles was silent and did not speak.

"Like Darkley," continued Mrs. Stubbs, "he's just an innocent passer-by."

"But he died because of me," Mr. Charles turned off the tap weakly.

"They always do."

"I know what you're trying to say, Stubbs, but it won't be easy."

"Charles," Mrs. Stubbs picked up the bag of baguettes with one hand, and took Mr. Charles' arm with the other,

"You never have to go it alone."

*
"The truth? What truth, why didn't I see it," Lestrade said with some surprise, and he looked at Sherlock with puzzled eyes.

"You don't need to see, someone will tell you."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looked back at Di Renjie,

"Let's go, John, let's find the most important person."

"Come right away," Di Renjie tidied up the scene, and walked downstairs with Sherlock one after the other, their footsteps echoed in the corridor.

"Do you understand who they are talking about?" Lestrade looked at Little Stanford.

"I don't care, I just want to go home." Little Stanford spread his hands.

Lestrade rolled his eyes covertly.

"Miss Angelina, your two new friends are very special." Lord Lawton looked at Angelina beside him.

"They are very reliable." Angelina raised her eyebrows.

"Reliable, then they do have the most precious quality." Lord Lawton said with a chuckle.

*
"Your Excellency," Sherlock and his party walked to the first floor of the bar and saw Charles and Stubbs who had just come out of the bathroom. "We can ask you a few questions."

"Of course, besides, just call me Charles." The old gentleman said kindly.

So everyone sat back at the bar on the first floor, forming a circle, only Sherlock stood in the middle, and Charles sat in front of him.

"I just took the time to ask the waiter, and he said that you visit this bar almost every end of the month, right?" Sherlock stared at Charles with piercing eyes.

"Indeed, there is nothing to hide." Charles answered frankly.

In fact, starting from the cat paw print, Di Renjie suspected that the person Mark really wanted to kill was not Dackley, but Charles. Now Holmes' question just filled the last link.

"So, the person Mr. Mark really wants to kill is you, right?" Sherlock asked immediately after receiving the answer he wanted, but his question obviously surprised the onlookers.

"Don't be too surprised. Think about it, everyone. Mark came to the bar to wait a week ago, and Mr. Duckley is not a frequent visitor to the bar. In fact, if Miss Angelina remembers correctly, this is even his first time. Next time," Sherlock explained.

"It's also possible that he knew in advance who Duckley was going to meet at the bar, so he set up a killing plan in advance." Lestrade questioned.

"Good question, but before explaining, we must first understand who Mr. Darkley is?" Sherlock spoke eloquently.

"It's a pity he's dead now," Lestrade pursed his lips.

"But his corpse will tell us," Sherlock walked to Mr. Duckley's body and explained to everyone, "There are three pocket watches in his pocket, each with different time, which shows that he is a person who often travels across the country."

"The times of the three watches are 3:43, 4:43, and 6:43 respectively. Based on the sailing route, we infer that Mr. Duckley often travels between the North Sea and the Baltic Sea. Then the positions of the three times are ready."

"London, Stockholm, and St. Petersburg."

After Sherlock finished speaking, Di Renjie showed a clear expression. Of course, this does not mean that his ability is not as good as Sherlock's at this time.
Rather, to make such an inference, one must have a good grasp of some "common sense (the common sense that detectives think)" of the world, which is exactly what Di Renjie lacks most at present.

In other words, the ability of a detective is to deduce unknown information from known information. Di Renjie does not lack this ability at present, he just lacks the information itself.

"Then this Mr. Darkley, who came to London from St. Petersburg to deliver one of these secret letters, is either an intelligence broker or a spy."

"I personally speculate that he is an intelligence broker. Why..." Sherlock suddenly looked at Di Renjie, "John, when you were treating Mr. Duckley just now, did you touch his palm? How did it feel?"

Di Renjie immediately understood Sherlock's intentions, and said very cooperatively: "Smooth and delicate, it can be seen that he is a rich man."

"Tsk, smooth and delicate, very precise description," Sherlock said with a smile, "Obviously, this is not a hand that often holds guns. People who often hold guns will have two calluses, one on the index finger. Pull the trigger, and there is another place in the tiger's mouth, which is to hold the gun tightly."

"So, are there any spies in this world who are not good at using guns? So I guess, Mr. Darkley is an intelligence broker."

"Friends, what is the most important thing about an intelligence broker? Of course it is the information he wants to convey. As for their own lives, in some people's eyes, it is not that important."

"But after Mark killed an intelligence broker like Mr. Duckley, he turned a blind eye to the information on him. Isn't that surprising? This is the first suspicious point."

"Secondly, regardless of whether Mr. Duckley is an intelligence broker or a spy, such an identity is destined to keep his itinerary strictly confidential. However, under such a premise, Mark can still ambush in the bar in advance, which shows that he must be Duckley's intelligence agent. The parties involved in the transfer, but such a person has no reason to kill Mr. Duckley, nor will he let the information flow out after killing him, this is the second doubtful point."

"In the presence of so many suspicious things, Mark's real target is not Mr. Duckley, he was killed by mistake. Such a guess, involuntarily appeared in my brain."

Sherlock walked up to Mr. Charles and looked at him quietly:
"You visit at a fixed time every month, which perfectly meets Mark's latent needs; you ordered a cup of black coffee that is exactly the same as that of Mr. Duckley, which made it possible for manslaughter."

"Then," Sherlock looked at Elizabeth, "you have to thank your cat. She accidentally messed up the order of the coffee notes and saved your life. Of course, it also caused the unfortunate death of Mr. Duckley. .”

"And my question is, why did Mark kill you? I was puzzled until John found traces of holy oil in Mark's room."

"A scholar from the west of England, who once studied at the University of Edinburgh, now lives in London with a lot of money, the person who wants to kill him seems to be related to the church," Sherlock looked like an actor performing on a stage, moving around in front of everyone pacing,

"The most important thing is that he still has a well-maintained beard. Damn it, I should have thought of your identity a long time ago!"

Sherlock turned sharply, facing the old gentleman who was looking at him in amazement:
"am I right,"

"His Excellency Charles Darwin."

(End of this chapter)