Named Sherlock

by Bagatur Zhamkochyan

  I jumped up:

  - I have to go to him, to say that he is not alone!

  - Now go anywhere is not necessary. Donald asleep, he drank a soothing broth and sleep through until the evening. When he wakes up - the pain will not be so sharp, that's when you and talk. And now, go. And by the way - he has detained me for another few seconds a woman - I told the boys and Mr. Robinson, that to me would sometimes come to visit great-niece, so you can not hide anymore.

  After standing for a moment in the corridor and collect my thoughts, I returned to my room. Hike in the transport library, so I had a bit of spare time to think about pressing issues.

  The first thing to decide how I wear my new weapon, and where to store ammunition. The idea is that I would have made a belt with mesh under the arrows and with a loop for a crossbow. It could be hidden under his jacket.

  Second - I need to pump up to 10 intelligence to read a drawing master key. I do not know why, but I once had a confidence that this must be done as quickly as possible, and I have learned to trust this strange feeling.

  And the third - I needed the money. I am the third day of the game and their own money not earn a penny, and even should. This is not the case, it is necessary to consider this point.

  Well, with a belt was easy, you have to go to Mr. Robinson, to explain to him what was required of him and know how much it will cost.

  it was a bit difficult with intelligence. Study allows you to raise this feature, but it happens very slowly, and for some reason I was sure that the higher the IQ, the slower its growth will occur.

  But the money was a complete disaster. Opportunities to earn I did not have any level of craft is not yet allowed to produce anything that could be sold for any money anywhere. And nothing more I could do ...

  While on the other hand, there was no sense of despair. Yes, let them have no money - but there is a refuge and feeding, have a rare profession, and most importantly - have a friend and a lot of other good people around who selflessly helped me.

  Having these thoughts in a great mood, I dressed, put on a bonnet, and taking out of the trunk bag with drawstrings, folded in his crossbow and ammunition to it. I hope I will not have to quickly snatch, because to do so would be very difficult. Shaking the bag, surprised that the content is absolutely not rattled and jingled, which was very strange, if we recall that yesterday in the pockets of his pants copper arrows rang like a bell.

  At this time we decided to go slowly, the grand staircase. Mr. Robinson was sitting in my closet, near the exit. Through the open door it could be seen as he deftly wielding a knife, cutting out another wooden crafts.

  - Good morning, sir, - I squeaked a thin voice.

  - Good morning, young Miss.

  Excellent, I again learned. Maybe, after all, Marissa is not right, and I'm perfectly depict the girls?

  Having a familiar route to the Victoria Bridge area, I sat in the Imperial. I paid 10 copper fare, sadly noting that I was left with only half of serebrushki. North closer to the driver in the nearly empty omnibus, I gladly saw two black-and-resin horses that are easy, somehow, even playfully pulled the two-story wooden wagon.

  The driver did not use the whip, driving only the reins, the horse which perfectly obeyed. They were sleek, with clean, smooth combed manes and tails clipped. Looking at the horses, I began to turn my head around. Yesterday I was not up to it - at first I was more watched Marissa, believing her mortally drunk, and it was getting dark on the way back, but I was tired and not curious.

  Noting several darkly beautiful churches in the Gothic style, I, however, drew attention to the general feeling of gloom and poverty, which in varying degrees, prevailed throughout the Eastern District. It seemed that the bacillus of despair and hopelessness was poisoned all around.

  Jumping on the run from the omnibus, I went to the home of Marissa. Lacking hours, I, nevertheless, arrived just in time, as, coming, saw the girl hurrying toward me. Dressed in a strict dark green dress and a woolen cloak with a hood, she gave the impression of someone else, but not partner's rogue and thug with Maher Street.

  After looking me up and down, Marissa said,

  - Do not you have only one dress?

  I was taken aback. I do not know what I expected, but it certainly is not the issue.

  - Of course, one! I, in fact, a man, if you remember, but it's just a disguise.

  - Ah, yes, of course. How could I forget - Marissa smiled skeptically. - So, man. The fact that we go to the City, and there the people dress up in things decently than this is your orphan duds. We will attract too much attention.

  I, honestly, a little jarred her words about the orphan's clothes, so I said nothing. But apparently, from Marissa did not escape the change in my mood, because she immediately conciliatory smiled and patted me on the shoulder:

  - Stop pouting. Come on, we shall understand still.

  I think we'll go back to the Imperial, but Marissa steadily pulled me towards a small area near where stood waiting for passengers, a few cabs. Calling address, she slipped inside, I clumsily climbed after her.

  I must say that to go in a cab I absolutely did not like. The small window was curtained dense velvet curtain. And without the review it was terrible, much worse than the Imperial. But it was much warmer and generally comfortable.

  We drove forty minutes, I quietly podromyval, enjoying the warmth and softness of down.

  - Wake up, sleepyhead, you come. - Marissa, especially not stand on ceremony, shook me by the shoulder.

  Jumping out, I a few seconds delightfully twisted his head. There was a feeling that I was in a completely different city - pavement sparkling clean, the houses adorned intact, stucco and newly painted walls, and colorful signage tried to outshine each other bright colors, shining showcases clean, unwashed glasses.

  Yes, and people in a variety of walking through the streets, were quite different. More smiles, more joy and tranquility in the views.

  Apparently, standing with his mouth open, I was a pretty comical sight, some passers-by were looking at me with obvious mocking smile.

  - Come on, quickly, - hissed in my ear, Marissa. - Move your eyes and follow me into the ground.

  Try not to attract too much attention, I, nevertheless, diligently zyrkaet around. Frankly, I liked the city. Was not here this musty atmosphere of dying, everything seemed cheerful, full of energy, somewhere hurrying.

  And the smell ... The smell that prevails in these streets, it was just intoxicating. The aroma of freshly baked muffins mingled with the smell of expensive perfume, tobacco and tanned skin.

  In the meantime, we have arrived at the scene. Shop Norrie had every reason to be called a cabin. Elegant sign, huge windows, illuminated by gas lamps, dear door, decorated forged monogram bronze - all this gave the impression of a luxury establishment.

  Marissa, pushing me to the entrance, walked into the shop, on the contrary. Feeling a bit uncomfortable in a cheap and rather shabby dress, I opened the door and entered the cabin.

  Inside it was expected luxury, but the place was quite a bit. store hostess, a tall, some lady with a dry thin evil lips, spoke with shopper apparently his friend. Turning on the bell, she gave me a scornful look, but without saying, to continue the conversation, nodding and smiling insincerely nothing.

  Pretending that I was interested in the smart fan of some fluffy feathers lying in the nearest to the entrance of the window, I listened to the conversation.

  - Oh, Dorothy, honey, well, why are you asking me this cheap stuff? This disgusting ghoul, Mr. Appleton, again bought up all the fun? - shopper, a short, plump lady, different thin voice, with some tweeting intonations.

  - Sally, dear, what nonsense? You know what's interesting to Mr. Appleton, in any case does not interest you. Moreover, I have long not seen him. Here, look at these wonderful hours - Norrie's wife opened the glass counter, and I struggled squinted, trying to see what she gets. - You do not want to give Mr. O'Neill for Christmas?

  - Oh, Dorot
hy, not try my teeth. The boy, who wears my mail, the day before yesterday, you sat on the porch and heard you told the two young idiot gangster type, how to find Mr. Appleton - woman laughed thinly. - So, what? What to you in your hands again got some extremely ancient, he would buy them for pennies, and you will pay huge commissions.

  - Oh, my God, Sally, you're once again doing a big deal! It was just a piece of the mineral with some drawings. He did not even look like antiquity. I sent them to Mr. Appleton just because he once was interested in similar images.

  - Well, you know, Dorothy, I could even think about? The last time you, too, I said nothing, and Mr. Appleton gave a dinner in honor of the purchase you have an idol at the age of three thousand years.

  It was necessary because in time to come. I do not know if I was just lucky, or immediately worked characteristic "luck", but I got a clear thread that might lead me to the missing crystal and murderer.

  Meanwhile, the women finished the conversation, the customer has left dissatisfied with pursed lips, and Mrs. Norrie finally paid attention to me:

  - What do you need? Beggars here are not welcome.

  - Hello, ma'am - I tried to talk the most pitifully slowly, picking up sideways to the window, where a woman took out his watch. - I sent you to your husband, Mr. Norrie ... You see, our papa mama laid the ring, and mama thinks if he brought it to you? - There is! Uncle's watch really lay in the window, on a red velvet cushion. At the same moment they obscured unfolded a system window:

  - Congratulations! Quest: "Even deeper in the hole" is made.

  - Reward: Experience 400 (600/1000), the continuation of the quest chain!

  And after another:

  - to offer you the quest: "Return the stolen!".

  - Terms of the quest - at any price to return the uncle's watch.

  The award - the experience (600), gold (the number of variably).

  Penalty failure - automatic failure quests: "The Golden Key" and "Mystic expedition."

  Accept the quest?

  I accept the world around comes into effect, and the silence breaks the loud, hysterical scream Miss Norrie:

  - What-oh ?! Well, she went away, a dud! Papa, Mama ... We have a decent restaurant, I will call the police right now !! Get out of here, fast!

  It is not clear that her so riled, but since I already knew everything I needed, I was with a light heart went out to the street. On the threshold stopped, remembering the words of Marissa, a woman shouted: "The old herring!" - and without waiting for a reaction, ran from the porch.

  Marissa missed in a candy store, entertaining themselves cakes and sweet tea. Swallowing saliva, I put everything that I had learned. Catching look that I gave up on pastries, she ordered me a few pieces.

  While I enjoyed the wonder of vanilla cream, Marissa frowned at one point. Finally, probably something decided for himself, the girl with a smile, turned to me:

  - A Tell me, Sherlock, how are you going to return my watch, you have already come up with?

  - Well, not yet ... - I was embarrassed to say that I still did not think about it, hoped that the situation will resolve itself.

  - How do you like Miss Norrie, mileyshaya woman, is not it?

  - Oh, yes, very lovely. Oh, she was glad to see me, just so happy, so happy!

  - I was sure that you get along - Marissa laughed - she's just a wonderful woman, so kind, sympathetic ... So, I came here a little thought, at the return of your hours. I understand that they do you really need? How, then, about a little deal with a conscience?

  - What do you mean?

  - We can get into her shop and just pick up your watch - she paused - well, everything else that we like ...

  - No, I can not do that - but I do not even want to discuss this topic, so I disliked theft. - I'm not a thief.

  - Wait, so this is not stealing at all - Marissa smiled. - You - all injured party, you simply return their property. Maybe you think the damn spider little family does not know where to flock to him, all these watch, brooches, rings and other trinkets? Yet he knows.

  - Yes, we are also not white and fluffy, and the Trickster Ray dregs were rare, but there was no blood on us. And this hog Norrie relaxed Oberst and the corpse, trust me. So it can be said, a noble revenge.

  Its logic was Marissa's words, and kind of like stealing from a thief, a thief does not get, but I still hesitated. Educating parents and formed an image in my head of a positive character - honest, brave and incorruptible, trying to keep me from rash action.

  But on the other side - to get the money to purchase the hours I was nowhere.

  - Well, that - as if reading my thoughts, Marissa - then you still hope for a miracle. - Suddenly the clock you just fall from the sky down.

  - Well, - a heavy sigh, I said. Choice I especially was not, but that was not easy.

  - Excellent - Marissa seems to be no doubt in my answer. - Then I need to contact the Rogues Louis, and can be assigned to the day.

  - Wait, what else for Weasel Louis? - I do not relish contact with the inhabitants of the Dark Side Londinium. Marissa does not count, the more so because it was still not the worst option.

  - Well, who do you think will pick locks? This was done by the Trickster, he was a great master in this case. I can, but something complex skills are not enough.

  - Tell me ... - I did not want to give out their secrets, for some reason I felt I had it still goes around comes around, but the participation of Louis I did not want more. - Tell me, Marissa ... Do you know what a skeleton key?

  - Who does not know this! This is the key that allows you to open almost any lock a person who does not know that such hacking. But already in the hands of a master, he works wonders. - She sighed - the only problem is that these keys are very small and they are fabulous money. They say that many years ago, as a child, this key is invented, legendary subsequently, master mechanic. He disappeared, most likely died long ago, and the key figure is lost. Many have tried to make this a key - but it came out just a poor excuse ...

  - Tell me, with this key you can open all the locks herself in the store Norrie?

  - Of course - she looked at me in disbelief - no joke so ... Are you saying that you have a key to all doors?

  - No. Not yet, but I think I know where to get it. I'm not sure a hundred percent, but there is a chance.

  - Yes, baby - Marissa shook her head - you are full of surprises.

  - I need ... - I wondered how much I lacked intelligence and mechanics - three days. If after three days I'll get a key - go to your Dodgers Louis.

  - Rogues Louis.

  - Never mind.

  - Well, I have in the meantime try to find out all the details about this Mr. Appleton.

  Agreeing with Marissa about the time of the next meeting, I said goodbye and went outside. Unfolding the map, and make sure that Londiniumskaya Central Public Library is very close, I briskly walked to produce evidence.

  Chapter 11.

  The library building impressed me, I would say, shocked. Outside, it was like an ancient amphitheater, covered with a dome in the form of an almost perfect hemisphere. It has been decorated with numerous columns and porticos, and suppressed its size.

  Inside this feeling only intensified. The vast, almost empty space of the library has a terrific acoustics, I do not know why it was done, but the sound of the fallen from the pen table instantly echoed throughout the hall and tossed a long time echoed from the ceiling.

  Trying to breathe quietly, I found one of the girls look, periodically running through here and there with a stack of books. Turning to her, find out where the rack with the local press, and spread out on a huge table binder "Daily Courant" this year, absorbed in reading.

  Half an hour later the result of my research were the following facts: Kills was really six, all dead - Hackney resident areas and Tower Hamlets, a girl of sixteen, all virgins. Each on his cheeks was a strange figure, and all of them were strangled. The victims were found near the water, at a distance of 30
to 150 meters, one girl was killed on the old boat station, and she was found lying directly on the quay.

  That is only one body, which was found in the park, not fit into the overall picture. However, calling card and increasing the image of the park as much as possible, I saw a thin blue strip of artificial apparently canal or stream crossing the territory from the south-east to north-west. To the place where she was found, he proceeded at a distance of about 80-100 meters.

  Each checked me graciously rewarded fact system tablet:

  - Supplement to the quest "The Night Strangler".

  - You found a few facts about the series of murders of young women in Londinium. Continue to search for information.

  It has been quite a lot of them already, but the most important warning - that the quest is now available on the disclosure of murders, I have not got. So, the facts or not enough, or am I missing something in their analysis. We have to think further.

  Asking workers in the library of paper and a pencil, I schematically sketched all the pictures that have been killed on the cheeks. Now I have no doubt due to the crystal blue and the murders. Even if you do not rely on my strange vision, and I still did not trust them, then the connection is still discernible. After reviewing all the pictures, I clearly remembered the two of them. And now he was quite sure that he had seen on the faces of their stolen my chip. It could be assumed that the rest of the images were there, too.

  But there was something else that I did not notice ...

  Once again, turn over the stack of newspapers, I began to write on a piece of paper all that, in my opinion, could merge these murders. And only then, when all the crimes date lined up in a row, I'm annoyed slapped his hand to his forehead! Well, of course! Date. Here I'm an idiot, I just did not pay attention, it's been obvious. All crimes committed rovnehonko seven days.