Sherlock Holmes.

Chapter 146 The Last Greeting (8)
When she saw it, she sighed and said, "You killed him! My God, that's good, he's dead!" Then she screamed!Dancing around the room, clapping and singing.Looked surprised and pleased, and sang beautiful Italian, words of praise.

When this woman saw the corpse, she actually sang loudly?Too strange.She stopped singing suddenly and stared at us with questioning eyes. "You killed Giorgiano, didn't you? Are you the police?"

"Yes, ma'am, we are the police."

She glanced around.She asked, "What about Naro? My husband, Genna Naro, and I'm Samilia Naro. My husband and I fled from New York. Where is Naro? He asked me to come over at the window." What? That's why I'm here."

"I sent you," said Holmes.

"You? How is it possible?"

"Ma'am, your code is very easy to understand, thank you for coming. I understand that I flash the 'Vieni' signal and you will come."

She looked at Holmes in horror.

She said, "I still don't know, how do you know this? Giorgiano, how do you—" She stopped, with a sudden look of joy on her face. "I see, my dear Naro! How brave you are! How wonderful! You killed Giorgiano yourself, didn't you? How kind of you, Naro!"

Grayson grabbed her sleeve and said to her: "Mrs. Naro, how could you have anything to do with this matter? We don't understand, please go to the bureau with us."

"Sergeant Grayson, wait a minute. I think this lady is as anxious to tell us as we are to know the truth. Isn't it, ma'am?"

"Correct!"

"You know, it was your husband who killed him. But if you kill someone, you will be arrested and sentenced. Everything you say will become a testimony, but if your husband did it for himself and had to do it, then In other words. Therefore, if you want to help him, please tell us what happened."

The lady said: "Since this devil Giorgiano is dead, there is nothing to be afraid of. He is a devil, and I know no policeman who will punish my husband for killing him."

"Since this is the case, it would be better to lock up the house and keep everything as it is. This will also benefit the protection of the scene. Let's go with this lady to her residence and let her tell what happened."

In half an hour we were sitting in Mrs. Narrow's little sitting-room, and listening to her account of the strange case.We all know how things turned out.

She speaks English fluently, if a little informally.

"I was born in Cilippo, near Naples. My father was the Chief Justice, Augusto Barreri, and my father was a member of Parliament there, and Naro was my father's staff. So I slowly became associated with him. , had feelings, I fell in love with him.

"Even though there were other women who loved him, he had youth, vigor, passion and nothing else, because he had no money or status, so my father wouldn't allow us to marry.

"So, we went to Barilla and got married. I sold my jewelry and came to New York, USA.

"We've been living in New York for four or five years. Our luck started out pretty good because Naro saved Italy's Castro from a mob in a place in the Bowery, and that's how we knew each other. made a friend.

"This man is very powerful. He is the main broker of Zam's company. The main business of this company is to import fruits. Mr. Zam was seriously ill at that time, and he handed over all the company's affairs to Caslo.

"Big companies employed hundreds of workers at the time, so Castro gave Naro a job in charge of a sales department, which was great for my husband in every way.

"Caslo is single, and he must have thought Naro was very good and treated my husband as his son. So we respect him and treat him as our father.

“We bought a little house there and lived the good life. We settled down and we both had a lot of smiles.

"Unexpectedly, misfortune fell from the sky!
"My husband came home one day, and Giorgiano came with him. He is from our hometown, and he came from our hometown. You have already seen this. He is tall, not only physically strong, but also has a loud voice. He As soon as I spoke, it seemed that the whole room was shaking, and I was very scared at that time.

"As soon as he talks, he can dance with his hands and feet. We can hardly let him in the house. Not only these things make people strange, but also other things! His thinking and emotions are different from ordinary people, strong and very strange.

"He talks very vigorously, like a lion roaring, others can only listen to him and not talk too much, otherwise he will stare at you with eyes as big as a cow, making you terrified.

"He was a horrible freak, and God, it's a good thing he's dead.

"He came to our house more than once, and neither of us wanted to talk to him, but neither of us could throw him out! When he came, my Naro just sat with his head bowed, listlessly listening to his big talk. He talks about social and political issues, which is just nonsense.

"I was looking at Naro's face, how could it be like that? I know Naro. I looked at him seriously, and I saw an expression on his face that I had never seen before. I thought it was disgust at first, and I It was only later that I realized that it was not only disgust, but also fear.

"It's not just fear, it's fear. So I hugged him and begged him that night, asking him to tell me if he was hiding something from me. How could he be so afraid of this person?
"He told me, and after hearing what he said, my heart was extremely cold.

"My Narod is so pitiful, that kind of society is in chaos, it seems that the whole world is against him, and he is almost driven crazy by such a life.

"In those days he joined the Red Circle, a group in Naples, the same organization as the old Carbonari. The secrets and alliances of this organization are so terrible that once you join, you can't come out again.

"When we fled to New York, U.S.A., Naro thought he had cut ties with the organization. But it wasn't. He met Giorgiano one night on the street.

"This man is from the south of Italy, nicknamed 'Death', and he kills without blinking an eye. He came to New York as a refugee, to escape the police.

"In New York, he established a branch of that organization, so there are some terrorists.

"Na Luoquan told me and showed me the notice of that day. There was a red circle drawn on it, telling him that he must attend the meeting on a certain day!
"It was terrible, but there were worse things to come. For a while, I watched carefully, and Giorgiano used to come to our house at night and talk to me.

"Sometimes I talk to my husband, but his eyes are always on me, and I feel some bad omens.

"He showed up one night. When he came, I was by myself, my husband didn't come back. As soon as he entered the door, he grabbed me with his thick hands and put him in his arms. Later, he wanted to kiss me and take me away. .

"That's what he calls savage 'love', the bastard! So I yelled and fought back as my husband came back and rushed at him.

"But it turned out that Naro was knocked out and he ran away. We have become enemies since then. After the meeting a few days later, Naro came back. From his face, I knew that the content of the meeting must be Especially bad. Unexpectedly, they raised money to fund their Red Circle activities, mainly to blackmail the rich. If those rich people can't pay the money on the spot, they will kill and silence them. It seems that this time they must have threatened us His friend and benefactor Castro. He didn't take the money and called the police.

"So the Red Circle wanted to kill him to prevent others from rebelling. It was decided at the meeting that his house would be blown up with dynamite, but who would blow it up? They drew lots. When my husband held out his hand to draw lots, he saw Giorgiano With a sly smile on his face. Obviously, they made arrangements in advance.

"Whoever gets the lottery will kill. They not only want to kill, but also ask the relatives of the victim to do it. They threatened Naro, if he doesn't kill that person, he will kill me and my husband. It's up to him to choose.

"A bunch of demons, and the whole plan is so vile, let him do it, and he's terrified of it. We've sat together hand in hand all night, waiting for our common misery, and the next night we'll do it, We came here the next morning without informing anyone.

"We came here in a hurry and didn't say goodbye to our benefactor at all. We were really worried about his safety and didn't report it to the authorities. That's all I know, and you must have already known the rest.

"We are very aware of this, our enemies have never given up on tracking us. But Giorgiano's revenge is for personal reasons, in any case, he is a selfish, hypocritical, cunning guy. Now, Italy and the United States The people are afraid when they hear his name.

"He's very powerful and we have to watch out for this bastard.

"My husband found me a good place to live that day. As he didn't want me to be threatened. As for himself, he told me that he had a way to get rid of it, saying that he would cooperate with the local police to kill this bad guy. I don't know. Where does he live now and how well he lives? I rely on the advertisement columns of the newspaper to find news about him. Suddenly, I saw two Italians watching the house outside the window. I knew that Giorgiano must have found him. Our place is gone. Today, Naro said to send a signal from the window of one room, only to warn of nothing else, and then suddenly cut off. I was very anxious at the time, but now I understand, Naro to Georgia Thank God I was on my guard. Gentlemen, I want to ask you a question. Legally speaking, we should not be afraid. No judge will convict him for these things, right?"

"No, ma'am!"

"Sergeant Grayson," said the American detective, with a look at him, "I don't know what London would think of it? But in New York it would be appreciated."

"You must go to the station, ma'am," said Inspector Grayson. "If you tell the truth, I don't think it's a big deal. But why are you here, Mr. Holmes?"

"I just want to get some education, sir. Watson, let's go!" Pursuit of Submarine Map

In the third week of November 1895, London was foggy and confused.During the days from Monday to Thursday, I really doubted whether I could see even the outline of the houses opposite from our window in Baker Street.Holmes spent the first day indexing his thick reference book.On the second and third days, his patience was worn out on a subject he had just taken a liking to—medieval music.But on the fourth day, after breakfast, we had just pushed our chairs back under the table when we looked up to see a wet mist coming in from the window, forming a greasy bead on the glass.My companion seemed to be unable to bear this monotonous and peaceful life anymore. He began to walk around the house non-stop, biting his nails and knocking on the furniture from time to time, looking very bored and even a little annoyed.

"What's interesting in the paper, Watson?" he asked.

I knew, of course, that he was referring to those news reports about crime.There was news about the revolution, about the upcoming war, about the imminent reshuffle of the government, but none of this interested him in the least.Few of the reports of crime I've seen have been anything but prosaic.Holmes sighed, and continued pacing up and down the room.

"Criminals in London are so stupid," he grumbled as he walked, like a challenger who has lost his rival. "Look outside, Watson, there is such a thick fog, people are indistinct, and it is completely surrounded. The thieves and murderers in London act in this weather like a jungle, and no one can see it. When it sees it, it has already jumped on you, maybe only the victim can see it clearly."

"There must have been a lot of thieves," I said.

Holmes responded with disdain.

"This kind of special weather is definitely not for those who do petty theft." He said, "Fortunately, I am not a criminal. This is really a blessing for this society."

"That's right, it's a good thing you're not!"

"If I were Brooks or Woodhouse, or any of the fifty people who wanted my life for good reason, how long would I survive if I was being tracked myself? A subpoena, a fake date, and everything will be fine. Thanks to those Latin countries where assassinations are common--no fog. Great, it's finally here! We have something to do now."

The maid sent a telegram.After my friend read it, he looked up and laughed.

"Yes, yes, what is he doing? My brother Mycroft is coming!"

"What's so unexpected about him coming?"

"What's the surprise? It's like being on a country road when a tram comes on. He's got his own track, and he'll only live on the ones he knows. Back to his flat in Pall Mall Street , to the Diogenes Club, his office in Whitehall—this is his life. He's only been there once, the only time. Something important must have happened this time, or he would never have labored himself out. Orbital!"

"Didn't he say it in his telegram?"

Holmes handed me the telegram:
Now I want to see you about Cadogan West.that's it.

Mycroft

"I've heard the name Cadogan West."

"I'm not impressed. But I do think it's a little odd that my brother should come in person. Looks like the planet will go out of orbit too. By the way, do you know what Mycroft does?"

"I only vaguely remember hearing of him in the 'Greek Interpreter' case. Did he work in the Prime Minister's government?"

Holmes laughed when he heard this.

"We were just acquainted at the time and didn't know each other very well. You have to be careful when talking about national affairs. You are absolutely right when you say he works in the government. But if you say he is sometimes the British government in a sense , this is not an exaggeration."

"My dear Holmes!"

"I expected this to shock you. My brother Mycroft, who earns £450 a year, is just a small clerk. people!"

"The more I listen to it now, the less I understand."

"Now listen to me slowly. His position is special, and he has achieved it by his own ingenuity. No one has ever been, and will never be, who can do it. He has a sharp mind. , thoughtful, very organized, with a memory almost unmatched. We both have the same gifts, but developed them differently. I am devoted to solving crimes, while he uses them in very special cases. The business is up. The relevant conclusions of all departments of the British government will be gathered to him. He is the central exchange station and the intelligence center. With regard to intelligence data on the Navy, India, Canada, and the gold and silver system, he would obtain various complementary and cross-cutting information from different departments, but he alone could put them together and point out the interaction between various factors in time. Influence. At first, the authorities used him as a quick and convenient tool, but now he has become a pivotal and indispensable key figure. His brain stores all kinds of information in categories and can be retrieved when needed Come out. His judgments many times even affect the policy of the country. He lives there and rarely goes out, except that I trouble him with some trivial matters, so that he can relax a little. He doesn't care about anything else. But Cupid What does it mean that it fell from the sky today? Who is Cadogan West? What is their relationship?"

"Oh, I remember!" I threw myself at the newspaper on the sofa. "It must be this man, Cadogan West. A young man was found dead on the railway on Tuesday morning. It must be him!"

Holmes sat up at once, absorbed in his attention, and stopped holding his pipe just before his mouth.

"It must be very serious, Watson, otherwise a man's death could never have caused my brother to change his habits very much. What has it to do with him? As far as I know, there has been no There are too many special places. The man should have fallen off the train and died. He was not robbed, and there is no evidence of violence. You can infer how violent he was. Isn't it?"

"I just had an autopsy and found many suspicious things. This case is still a bit strange." I said.

"It must be extraordinary in its effect on my brother!" said he, reclining comfortably in his arm-chair. "Let us see how it happened, Watson!"

"The man's name is Arthur Cadogan West, aged twenty-seven, unmarried, clerk at the Woolwich Armory."

"Look, it's a government employee, and that's what concerns my brother."

"He left Woolwich Arsenal abruptly on the night of his accident and was last seen by his fiancee, Miss Violet Westbury. He left abruptly in fog at about 07:30 p.m. Yes. There was no quarrel between the two of them, and she still does not know the reason for the accident. Also, it is said that the person who found the body was a railway maintenance worker named Mason. His body was found at the station."

"When?"

"Tuesday morning at six o'clock. On the left side of the tracks of the eastbound train, very close to the station, where the train came out of the tunnel. He was badly wounded, with a broken head - possibly from a fall from a speeding train The reason. The dead body can only appear on the railway line for this reason. If it is to be carried from other places, it must pass the platform anyway, and someone will definitely see it. There are always workers on the platform. That is absolutely certain."

"Very well, the situation is quite clear. Whether he was pushed over, jumped out of his own accord, or was thrown out of the wagon after his death, I now know all about it, Watson, and I will go on."

(End of this chapter)