Named Sherlock

by Bagatur Zhamkochyan

  So, as if he did not want to go with me - no, I will not even offer. And Miss Emily is likely to be against. The only thing that could help me Donald - is in search of information. Therefore, after dinner, I shamelessly dragged each other to the library and asked to find all the books which, although some sideways touch of ancient myths and cults. I would be amiss any source, even fairy tales.

  Pohmykav thoughtfully and scratched his head, Donny brought me a huge volume, covered with dark skin, obviously very old, with pages, terry around the edges of the decay. Almost erased, once embossed in gold letters on the cover reads: "Terrifying tales from the master."

  Handing me the book, Donnie, it seemed to me, shyly he said:

  - Here, like there should be something like that, but I'm not sure, I could not finish reading ...

  - You are unable to read? You swallow the book, as the rolls Mrs Rose!

  - Well ... I could not. This is not a fairy tale, it's terrible. To be honest, this book should have been called: "The terrible horrors of the Masters."

  Wow, if so, the book is very promising. Only now its volume ... Although I do not like to do, but have to read on a diagonal to the right place, all of it, I just do not able to manage a night.

  Having found out from the preface that all the stories described in this collection of fairy tales, not invented, and are taken from folk tales and only artistically modified by the author, I began to read. Running through the eyes of the page I was looking for any mention of Dagon - the sacrifices rituals dedicated to him. But I have found as a result of more information, and have a closer interest me began reading a piece of text.

  It said about a certain woman who, having studied accidentally hit her in the hands of an old book of spells, able to wake up and subdue the long-dormant servants of the Dark Gods. What the gods that for ministers - not explained in the text, but said that they were giving her some of his power in exchange for the life of the victim, which, after it has appeared on a special mark of God, killed herself. And this woman, in the end, for the sake of their own desires, has destroyed the whole village. The story ended as something incomprehensible. When the village came, finally, to the proceedings of the royal guard detachment and holy brothers, then on the spot, they found only "... a great many diverse fellows kill himself - who is currently the head of the corner of the house broke, who jumped on the forks, and some in pit drowned ... ". It failed to catch the culprit of events,

  Leaving a bookmark, I continued to browse the book, but, unfortunately, nothing similar to our case it does not find.

  I must say, the total was something a little - only that the victims were killed themselves. Tag? Well, then somehow remotely ... The symbols on the cheeks appeared after the death of the victim, whether this can be considered a label? I do not know too little data to draw conclusions. Let's see what tomorrow will tell me the old woman prophetess, if ever get to talk to her.

  Putting the book back and said goodbye to Donnie, I returned to my room. Before going to bed, I again thought about plans for tomorrow: first of all, immediately after morning classes, you will need to buy the necessary items to mask, and then I go into the street Grennismit and immediately from there to Victoria - the park, look for a mysterious fortune teller, prophetess. And then, perhaps, if at all enough for the day - a meal with a report to the detective.

  By the way! And how much money do I have something? And then I felt the pleasure of traveling in a warm carriage, whether to start saving again and it is time to change to Imperial? Spilling on the table all the coins out of his pocket, I conducted an audit. Money was not too much, three gold and 90 silver coins. One gold can be immediately set aside, it was to give Mr. Robinson. Was 2.90, very much hope that this will be enough.

  A little fear that a disturbed events of this day a long time I can not sleep, I finally lay down in bed. However, his eyes closed, I almost immediately fell into a deep, deep sleep without dreams.

  The morning marked the final recovery. I woke up cheerful, full of energy and immediately, no longer allowing yourself any indulgences, began a daily charge. Rested a couple of times, I still fulfilled my old norm and did not feel any effect, except a little dizziness, which quickly passed. Well, all we can assume that I am completely healthy. And time is healthy, and you can remove the bandage from his hands, especially since it does not hurt for a long time. Having unwound the bandage, I spent some time examining the pink scars from the bites, which has not even scratched. That is honestly the accuracy - that's great, but I would not want to heal the wounds in the game, like in the real world - sore, aching, then long healing ... and if blood poisoning? A gangrene? Horror. It is better so - pobolelo day, the third only the scars remain.

  Time flew by before dinner almost instantly - and now, to find out from Miss Emily road, I go to the biggest store ready-made clothing in the Eastern District. It would be possible to find a shop and a closer look, but I'm not sure that there would be all I need.

  The shop itself was a relatively respectable Londinium area, though on the east side. A wide boulevard, strolling couples, clean pavement and tidy house, washed by shining shop windows - all reminiscent of the City, unless already clearly plaque luxury, who was present there.

  In the store to me at once approached the seller, who, having taken me look petrified face, but, nevertheless, quite politely said hello and asked:

  - Anything young master?

  - Good afternoon, sir, - polite, always and everywhere, in the first place! - I need a maid dress for a school play.

  Eyebrows lifted a little man, but he has kept equanimity:

  - pay only?

  - No, sir. You need to dress, cap, and some kind of warm cape easier.

  - Good. What is the size?

  - On me.

  Examined me from head to toe, salesman nodded and a moment later returned from the back room with a pile of things in his hands. Reaching them, he silently pointed to the dressing room.

  - How much to me if all fit?

  - Fifty-silver.

  Well, wow, just fifty-three ... It's the stuff! Even four, if you count the separate apron, which was included with the dress. And Mr. Robinson, for one belt chafed me 4 times more. Anyway, do not change anything now that will have to keep a promise.

  The clothes were a bit too big, but pulled straight dress over a shirt and pants, I was pleased. Skirt length almost to the floor, perfectly covered and trousers, and shoes. Cap with ruffles completely cover the hair, and a black woolen cloak, something like a long cape, made it impossible to see the figure.

  As a result of my transformation, from the mirror I looked at the young girl, with a pale face and a little frightened. At the same time, I even began to look a little older. Left completely satisfied with what they saw, I, turning his jacket, put it in his bag and walked out of the dressing room.

  Having paid, accompanied by attentive seller eyes, I hastened to go out. Time is running out, and there was much to catch. As luck would free the crew all was not, and disgusting drizzle from the sky. No sooner had I regret that it is not bought yet and gloves - fingers froze significantly as finally saw a cab away, rolling slowly, obviously in search of passengers.

  - Good afternoon! On Grennismit be so kind.

  - Sit down, beauty, whisk with a breeze! - the driver grinned and winked tallow. Here's what was missing. Frowning and pursing his lips, I tried to make it clear view that such things do not go with me. Seeing that his nemudryaschie compliments did not find my face in the approval, the coachman, with a sigh, turned to the horses.

  They arrived really quickly. He paid the cab driver, I got out of the carriage and thought for a moment. My plan was built based on the fact that I do not recognize in women's clothing. Here are just still remained a risk to meet Miss Volfish face to face. Of course, I can not know the whole history, but I'm sure that she immediately see through all my disguise, as she worked in the house where I lived, and saw me every day ... But the choice I did not have to take th
e risk.

  Looking around the row of houses, I chose one of them, the one that, in my opinion, could not belong to the man - a small, painted in peach color with gilded rooster weathervane on the roof and neat front garden, very well maintained, though now empty. Somehow I imagined that the mistress of the house should be nice old lady, all white-haired, smiling and kind-hearted.

  Knocking on the back door, I once again carefully examined myself to make sure that nothing in my appearance does not impose on any suspicions. A minute later, the door opened a pretty woman in the same dress as me. Maid.

  - Yes? What do you want, honey?

  - Good afternoon. I'm looking for a job. Do not tell anybody on your street does not need a servant?

  - The maid? I do not know, then just do not get from the street will not take ... Do you have a recommendation?

  Damn, but it's something I never thought of! That's a miscalculation! Of course, I came to get a maid in one of the most prestigious areas of the city, it is understandable that the recommendations in this case, binding ...

  - Of course have! Moreover, the best - well, what? I was convinced by the example of the detective Marcha, the most important thing - to believe in what you say. And then you can safely lie. - The fact that the owners have gone abroad for good, I was not taken, as were going to hire local workers. So I was left without a job ...

  - Oh, well, then try to come to the Morrone, they did not so long ago, the maid married, can they still did not find anyone.

  - Thank you very much. And one more question, let, do not tell, in which home runs Miss Volfish?

  The woman's face, even a second ago cute smile at me, instantly changed, she frowned and pursed her lips.

  - And what have you to her case?

  - Oh, ma'am, it's my only relative, though very far ... - I decided - lie, lie like. Apparently, Miss Volfish not particularly popular, and it can be played. - She is a cousin of my mother's, and that before his death bequeathed me find my aunt. Although we did not talk ever, but she will not leave the orphan on the street?

  - And why did not communicate?

  - Oh, I do not know, we are poor, it is us not want to know ... But all are the only relatives. Here I think, if I am no one will, can, at least it will help? I've heard that it's housekeeper in a wealthy home runs ...

  The woman sighed:

  - What's your name, baby?

  - Sherilyn - once so I imagined Molly, the name to remember.

  - So, Sherilyn, I point to you, of course, will not, only you can hardly let an aunt. While you can, of course, and try.

  - But why?

  - The bad she is a woman, the bad, and things are happening around the country ...

  - What do you have in mind?

  - Well, we're not very fond of gossip, but Emma herself did not hide anything. While Mr. Brown did not leave - all boasted that they were lovers, and soon he will call her to marry, but the whole street knew that she quietly with the teacher turns the novel that goes to Gordon. And when Mr. Brown left, then I stopped hiding. This teacher is now in the house of Mr. Brown lives, and the boy, the owner's nephew, disappeared somewhere. She says he left Neznamov much, hurt so suspicious all. The owner was gone, the boy was gone, unclean thing ... So obviously, does not go anywhere, Emma is now, and the house does not let anyone, even the door is rarely opened.

  - I'll try to tell me what kind of house.

  - Well, it's your business. The house, on our side, and the third - the woman gestured to the right. - red brick, on grapes bronze gate, will not mix. A Morrone directly in front of live, white house with green shutters.

  - Thank you ma'am, a lot.

  - Good luck to you, my child.

  The woman closed the door, and I stood on the doorstep in thought. Plan, as such, I was not any. Really get a maid to Morrone, to be followed by the house on the other hand, I could not. Not only that, I had no advice, so also would be a big problem with the work itself. I trite not cope with it. Labor workers hard and repetitive, I would simply have no strength left for anything else.

  That's just solve something urgently needed. I do not know why, but I had the feeling that you can not pull that time you have left not so much. Think, think, think! You can ask for a detective Marcha, that's just it is not up to me, and I would like to solve everything himself. So it will not work, what else?

  Stop! I forgot his uncle's letter was written that his will be kept by a certain Mr. Jobson, a lawyer. Perhaps he could help me ... The only question is how to find it? Yet, without the help of a detective Marcha I do not, anyway.

  And now, we must go back to Hackney, look for a fortune-teller or prophetess, in general - old woman, the prophetess. Although I really did not find out the time already on what to do. So, anyway, but I will come back here.

  Catching crew, I again lost in thought ... While I did not see the possibility to bring Miss Volfish to clean water. The problem was in the first place that no one could verify my identity. Maybe a lawyer, Mr. Jobson recognize me? Then all at once would be a lot easier, you could simply assert their rights at home, but at least with the help of the police ... But I still, of course, would like to know what is, after all, has happened to me?

  Meanwhile, the first snow began on the street and by the time I got to Victoria Park, the ground was already white-white. City, hiding behind a snow cover my scars and ulcers, it has become beautiful as the bride.

  Coming out of the cab, I immediately recognized the street and the park, which first appeared in this world. Wow, it took only 10 days, but it feels like much more, so many things have happened during this time. That's where I was going, and then turned into an alley ... For some reason, wanted to roll it back, even though it was still fresh in the memory of the fear that I experienced meeting with that terrible old woman. Interestingly, I would have felt it again? Still, I'm not the naive boy, how came to this world ...

  The alley was completely empty and not terrible. I must say that for a moment I even felt a slight disappointment, already mentally preparing to fight your fear. But nothing has happened and the spring tension and expectations a bit relaxed.

  - I knew you'd come back ... - raspy voice which sounded, it seemed, just above the right shoulder, made me instinctively recoil while turning. On the porch of the house, which I have just passed, another second back empty, I sat the very old, so scare me once. She seemed to be sitting here a long time, his head and shoulders were covered with snow, the tube was still smoldering in the teeth.

  Panic rose in me instantly wave, sweeping away everything in its path. The fear was irrational, in some animals. I just wanted to run and run aimlessly, until he find myself as far away from this place. But I remained standing. I do not know, or simply I became a little bit different, or was already a little prepared for these sensations, but suddenly, as opposed to panic, I was born in the depths of some stubbornness, anger, the desire to survive, no matter what. Pressure all fear grew in her ears rang, my heart seems to be ready to leave a place, with such force it knocked into the chest, palms sweating. It seemed to me that a couple of seconds, and I die. Just die, standing on this spot, white day. Die of fear.

  And suddenly - it was over. I stood there and felt like a hollow and light, like a balloon. I caught myself thinking that all this time was not breathing, I admitted, finally, the air in the lungs, and he seemed so sweet, as if there I stood in one of the poorest areas of the city, where it is constantly smelled of mud, grilled fish and fumes .

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  The old woman seemed suddenly very ordinary old woman. Yes - ugly, decrepit, dingy, with an awful hooked nose and warts, thinning hair, but in general - the usual.

  - Oh, darling, do not you afraid? - She went croaking laugh. - Good for you, I did it. And then something like running, huh? - old woman went hoarse chuckle, and before I sudden
ly realized - she recognized me! Learned, despite my disguise, despite the fact that she had seen me then just barely! And apparently he is waiting for, I knew that I would come. Really ...

  - Are you the fortune-teller?

  - Fortune-tellers at the fairs people make a fool! But I see. Sometimes. And even less than I see - I talk about what I saw. That's going to tell you. Maybe ... Maybe not! - and the old woman giggled again nasty.

  Rolling his notice of quests, the system has confirmed her words:

  - Congratulations! Quest: "The Witch of Hackney" is made.

  - Reward: Experience 400 (2400/3000), the continuation of the quest chain.

  And immediately, as expected, has given a new quest:

  - to offer you the quest: "Witch stories."

  - Quest Conditions - to get the help of an old woman.

  The award - experience (600).

  Penalty is not a failure.

  Accept the quest?

  To achieve? What is it like? I torture her, or what? I accept, of course, there is no choice ... The old woman, meanwhile, continued:

  - So, my dear, my help you get up expensive, oh dear!

  That's what I thought, now, by all the laws of the genre, I will send it to distant lands to produce her apples rejuvenating, and maybe even the Golden Fleece. Well, at least. However, I was wrong:

  - Golden with you for my help, my dear! Exactly one gold, I will not take any more! I know that you have, in the right pocket of trousers that you have hidden under her skirt!

  How vicious, I pulled up the hem of her, reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins from his pocket and handed the old woman one gold. And at the same moment, a new notice appeared before his eyes:

  - Congratulations! Quest: "Witch tales" is made.

  - Reward: 600 experience (0/6000).

  - gained a level!

  - Stage 5 (available for allocation characteristics points - 1).