Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain - Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain chapter 113

113 – Again, the adventure of an empty house (7)

Jane Watson still had to sit in silence in an unfamiliar room. However, because her tension was not relieved, she kept shaking her legs without realizing it, and she had to suppress it by holding it with her hand, secretly watching Holmes.

Of course, the witch could not tell whether it was the tension caused by her fear, or the excitement brought on by Watson’s own brain, which turned that fear into her pleasure. In fact, even if Holmes pointed this out, she would never admit it because of her respect as a lady in her own right.

However, even though she knew that nothing had happened yet, Watson had no choice but to quietly cross her throat. Of course, even now, her room was quiet, as if she was the only one feeling this tension.

After a while, the silence was broken. It wasn’t because of the people in the room. Secretly, someone knocked on her door with a hand no less nervous than Watson’s, and entered her door with a squeak, an old door that needed oiling.

“Tea… “I prepared some tea.”

“Ah, thank you… …. “Mrs. Hudson.”

Without the help of her maid, Mrs. Hudson, the owner of the building, brought a tray filled with tea and other food on her own, so Watson had to quickly get up and accept it for her.

Of course, the two women, looking at each other with awkward smiles, still felt very uncomfortable with each other’s presence.

But since this awkward brief cohabitation was all because of Holmes, neither Mrs. Hudson nor Watson could make any complaints.

Mrs. Hudson, who was about to run away as if she had forgotten something, or rather, was running away like a new maid who was afraid that if she accidentally omitted something really important, would get a bad word from her master, came back to Watson with a small sigh.

Then she secretly rummaged through her pockets and placed a small vial and a syringe on her tray.

“Ho… Because this is what Miss Holmes was looking for. Please tell me, my… Because I never forgot… Please just report it… ….”

“…… As a doctor, I can tell you that this is not good for your health. Of course, this is the opinion of some doctors.”

Of course, Watson himself did not yet have an official medical license, but it was a good problem. It was also a good problem for Mrs. Hudson.

After nodding awkwardly, the middle-aged landlord disappeared out of the room as if running away.

Watson sighed softly and went inside. The place where they were staying for the investigation was inside Mrs. Hudson’s building on Baker Street, and the room they were staying in was one of the nicest places that should be waiting for a new tenant.

The room was fully equipped for two or three strong men to live together, each with its own bedroom and a shared living room/kitchen. Watson quietly set down the tray that Mrs. Hudson had brought her on the table that could be used as a living room.

He secretly turned his attention to Holmes, who had taken up an armchair in a corner, but his friend seemed to be asleep, with his sleeves rolled up and his arms stretched out on the floor like a corpse. Of course, while on drugs.

Watson clicked his tongue and shook his head at that, but he began to eat the refreshments Mrs. Hudson had brought him by himself. The unknown woman’s cooking skills were very good.

At the same time, he secretly turned his gaze towards the room’s window. There was a wax figure resembling the Duke of Florizel.

And next to him, the Duke was looking awkwardly at the doll.

Why on earth did this happen? No matter how much I tried to organize my thoughts, it was a series of thoughts that were difficult for Watson to follow, and when I literally came to my senses, I was here.

And only then did our eyes meet the Duke’s, and the Duke smiled awkwardly at the lady who was eating a tray full of refreshments in an instant at a frightening speed, or, to put it nicely, happily.

“You seem to have had a lot of trouble. You must be hungry.”

“Hmm… …. Oh, would you like some?”

“… That’s it. I’m waiting for the enemy, but I’m not hungry. Oh, I don’t mean to be sarcastic, but rather, I envy you because you can act calmly and normally.”

Of course, the Duke of Florizel had no malicious intent, but Watson blushed and quietly put down his refreshments.

In the meantime, Holmes, as if waking up from medicine, quietly stood up from his seat. He had been playing the violin as much as he wanted before he was completely intoxicated, so the violin was in his hands.

For Watson, it was a time to learn a new side of his friend. Surprisingly, I was able to find out that Holmes also had ‘feminine’ hobbies.

Watson also briefly learned how to play the piano and violin when she was young, and was able to see that her friend’s playing skills were above average.

Of course, the more drugged he was, the more Holmes’ violin began to emit screams from hell.

Her awakened friend wordlessly stretched out her hand to Watson, and with a sigh, Watson handed her the medication that Mrs. Hudson had brought her.

After a while, her friend was drugged again and her eyes closed, and Watson was forced to observe her friend awkwardly.

Holmes said that the criminal who attacked Mycroft Holmes’ house was targeting a duke. So, it definitely won’t be wrong.

Watson trusted her friend.

He was able to understand the explanation that he had to take action because they might really try to take the duke’s life next time. Although Holmes sometimes suspected that his intellectual level was lower than that of a monkey, Watson himself could boast that he was quite smart.

If it had been Holmes himself, he would have calmly corrected the fact and said that he was comparing it to a goldfish, not a monkey, but it was a good problem.

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However, Watson still couldn’t understand why he came here.

Still, since we are the royal family of Bohemia, wouldn’t it be right to leave it to the police officers?

“Watson, don’t be stupid. “We have to figure it out, right?”

“That… but!”

“More than anything, the British government will secretly want to resolve it on our behalf. If Scotland Yard takes on this job and the worst happens, they will have to take responsibility. “Right, Mycroft?”

“The Duke is listening too, but you need to be careful what you say, Sherlock.”

“No, Lord Mycroft. Thanks to Miss Holmes, I was able to find the body of my dear friend. “I can do anything to repay this favor.”

In fact, as the investigation into Tidkin’s group was conducted, the body of Geraldine, Duke Florizel’s close friend, was discovered in a laboratory in London. Unfortunately, he was missing one eye, and his whereabouts could not be found out no matter how much he interrogated Tidkin, but for that fact alone, Duke Florizel was very grateful to Holmes.

Of course, Holmes didn’t stop there, he taunted him, and Watson, watching from the side, couldn’t help but wonder if his friend was indeed an evil villain.

“Duke, the safest way would be to secretly return to Bohemia like this. My friend was murdered, but I still got his body. But it would be dishonorable. Still, who can blame? The lives of the royal family come first.”

“Sherlock!”

“No, Lord Mycroft. I’m fine. So what do you propose, Miss Holmes? “I trust you.”

“Please be the bait. “I’m targeting the Duke anyway.”

Holmes seemed strange to Watson, but Duke Florizel readily agreed to this, Mr. Mycroft sighed but eventually went along with his brother’s plan, and Alan Quartermaine just nodded while sucking on opium in a corner. It was clear that they were all crazy people somewhere.

It was the same even after the Duke of Florizel, disguised as a woman, came here to Baker Street in the middle of the night with several carriages.

I don’t know how I found out about it, but Mrs. Hudson, the owner of this building, also seemed suspicious in many ways.

Every time I looked at Holmes, like a criminal afraid of the police, and every time I saw Mrs. Hudson trembling and afraid, I couldn’t help but feel suspicious.

Although it wasn’t a guess, Watson was able to deduce something closer to the truth, that Holmes was actually buying her medicine from her, but she couldn’t care anymore because she was about to ‘hunt’ right now.

She sighed and thought of herself as normal, but Watson herself was already participating quite actively in this ‘hunt’, so in the eyes of others, she probably wasn’t normal either.

When she brought a wax doll from Madame Tussauds’ wax museum and asked him to cast a spell on it, Watson hesitated for a moment but did as Holmes asked.

I was still afraid of using magic, but recently, when I thought that someone’s life was at stake, as was the case when trying to save Professor Moriarty, I was able to stop my fear a little.

Fortunately, with just a few minor memories disappearing, the wax bust that was being made was transformed into the Duke of Florizel, and from then on it was still just taking up the window view.

Outside, all you can do is see the shadow of that doll.

But what on earth is Holmes aiming for? It’s already been three days since I stayed here, and I haven’t even gone out.

Watson passed the time again with those thoughts, and night came again.

It was late at night.

Watson, who was spending time in the room next to the room where the wax figure was located, could see Holmes standing up quietly, as if he had discovered something in the window.

“Watson, be quiet and listen. “Lord Quartermaine has given the signal, and the hunter has finally appeared.”

“What?”

“Shh! Worst case scenario, prepare to fight. “You’ll have to run straight to the empty house across the street.”