Named Sherlock

by Bagatur Zhamkochyan

  Penalty failure - deterioration of the reputation of Mr. Shaw.

  Accept the quest?

  - Yes, sir - no, I will not ask for help from the old man. With his style of teaching well is the answer, "argued Sam himself and mopped!". But on the basis of this drawing, and come up with something of their own.

  Once again slurred grunt, Mr. Shaw retired. I wasted no time, got to work. Well, how to say, for the work. In fact, I went from side to side, frantically turning over in my head options that might come up that would suit the old man show, and control the toy store. In general, I was going to be the hare to close two of the quest. Ugh! One stone to kill two birds with one stone.

  By the way, hares ... Maybe do it? I remember the image of plush rabbits with copper plates or drums in their hands, or they were monkeys? It does not matter, the point is that it was quite a popular toy ... But too simple. Not that ... We think further. Maybe the railroad? Although, I do not have time to do it in the allotted time. Well at least, giving me a drawing, in fact, in no way limits, being absolutely standard unit used in almost any gear.

  Eh! Yes that nothing comes to mind! Perhaps the problem is that I think about a toy for a child may try to create something for the adults? Or, for those and for others ... For some time pometat the room, I suddenly realized that I had to do. Yes, this thing might not have been so complicated mechanism, but it was a wonderful and very interesting toy that could be interested in as a child, as an adult.

  Yes! Solved! Rushing to the table, I began to paint. Sheer mechanics was primitive indeed, the only critical point was the maximum time of the screw from one plant, its rotational speed, and overall robustness of the design. True, the need to experiment with the form, but the time I had more.

  After 2 hours, when Mr. Shaw came back, being in a good mood, it is obvious to the abuse of baking Mrs. Rose, I showed him the drawing of the first in the world clockwork model glider with tractor propeller. I must say, the old man, my work did not initially impress. Primarily, it is criticized the idea itself is that the apparatus can be made to fly heavier than air, especially with a small area of the wing. I had a long time to prove his innocence, then, drawing the propeller of Leonardo da Vinci, then, remembering maple seeds, with their impellers, and in the end even by making a paper model of the screw, rotate it on a stick. Finally, the old man recognized me right, complaining only of my boundless imagination and the fact that she was too primitive mechanics. After that, the quest has been counted, and I even got the achievement:

  - Congratulations! Quest: "Design a - half to build!" made.

  - Reward: experience 2500 (5500/10000), mechanics 1 (18).

  - you get the achievement "Almost a master!" - you can modify someone else's drawing so that it turned into a completely new, independent work!

  The award - Mechanics 1 (19)!

  Wow! Wow! As many as two units of mechanics! Oh, there are very few ...

  Saying goodbye to Mr. Shaw, I went out into the yard. boys playing ball greeted my appearance with stony silence. For greenhouse, which flashed silhouette Donnie, I was walking on pins and needles. Once inside and hiding from the stares, I took a deep breath. I do not know how Donnie humbled with this exclusion, and I am very uncomfortable.

  - A Sherlock, are you finished? - one looked up from his notebook, in which he sketched the image of some unknown to me barbed-looking grass growing there on small beds. - Wait a minute, I need to sketch the foxglove, and describe its properties.

  - Digitalis? It is here he is, foxglove? - funny name.

  - Well, yes, digitalis lanata. Its tincture is very helpful for heart pain. All that do not distract me a little bit left - Donny again bent over a notebook.

  I thought about the future plans. As soon as we get home, I continue to search for a safe, and it is necessary to read "Mystic expedition." Let me yet and has not got any hints on a clue, I'm pretty sure that they are there. Next, you need to urgently get the last unit of the skill of mechanics, the rest up to the moment when I will be able to open the watch. I do not know, I can pick up your set home and work to try to work at home? Yes, no, do not come out, I look for the safe. Well, the mechanics will raise only then, as a last resort, if necessary skill is not even tomorrow, sit a couple of hours on the "mechanics and mechanisms". Similarly, it was decided!

  - Sherlock, I - until I detached person planning the immediate future, Donny finished paint. Moreover, he even managed to pour out of standing there and then iron watering all the beds, and now shyly hovered in one place, obviously not daring to say something.

  - So that's great. Let's go home, or you want somewhere else to go?

  - I ... I wanted to s-s-go to Miss Emily.

  It was uncomfortable to watch as Donald growled, blushes and stammers, but I could do nothing. He had been ill yourself, to intervene was no way this child's love. Therefore, with exaggerated enthusiasm, I said:

  - Of course, let's go. I also have a few questions to her.

  But to come to Miss Emily, we have not been able, as it literally met at the exit of the greenhouse in the yard. The woman was obviously looking for us, and seeing a smile quickened her pace.

  - Boys, Good day! Well, you tell me. Are you fine?

  - Yeah, uh, ma'am, just great ... - Donnie, as usual at the sight of Miss Emily blushed, looked down and paused.

  Well and fine, I am very happy. Sherlock, for you called in Detective March, but did not find him. I asked to see him as you can, if you are still interested in the translation. He said, you will understand what I mean.

  - Oh, thank you very much, ma'am! It is very important for me.

  The woman sighed:

  - Listen to me, Sherlock. You can, of course, do as you please, but believe me, Detective March - not the person with whom it would be useful to talk to the boy of your age. I am a long time know him - she paused for a moment, then he continued. - This man is for his work, willing to sacrifice everything - friends, relatives, family. I do not wish that you too will suffer.

  "Also...". Apparently, Miss Emily herself once suffered from this obsession with detective work and the search for truth. And it looks like she still loves him.

  - Do not worry, ma'am. I was the detective's almost nothing in common. And you know, you did not think he could change?

  - People do not change. And let's leave this topic. You do not have any questions for me?

  - Yes, ma'am! There is one question ... Tell me, what happened to the guys, Ronnie, Bob, and the rest? You do not have expelled them?

  - kicked out? Of course not, what kind of folly. Lady Elizabeth took them to his country estate, she will have a great reception and hunting. A couple of days they will return. All, no more questions?

  - No, ma'am.

  - Well, I was glad to see! - woman spun around and strode moved away. It seems that after a couple of sentences about a detective, she completely spoiled the mood.

  Oh, Donny wanted something to ask her. I turned to a friend:

  - Are you going to catch up? You have not said anything.

  - I will not.

  Well, everything is clear. Meanwhile, I had to go to the detective, did not want to delay. Not wanting to drag behind itself had not yet dined, and certain other hungry, I stopped a cab and sent him to Jobson. He himself went to the police station.

  There, as usual vanity prevailed. Mustachioed policeman, as usual on duty behind the counter, obviously recognized me. However, my changed appearance brought him into some confusion, and he talked with me emphatically polite and respectful. Detective popped up in a minute. When he saw me, he smiled and broke into applause comic:

  - My young friend, Sherlock! Yes, you look like a picture. I look, uncle's legacy of successfully mastered?

  - Your jokes are not always successful, Detective. I have nothing to do with his uncle's inheritance, because my uncle is not dead, he's just gone for a while.

  - Well, well, do not hold evil, it was absolutely stupid joke. Let's go?

 
; In the office of the detective immediately plopped down on the table stack of scribbled sheets. Looking closely, I realized that this is the desired translation.

  - Take - detective pushed a stack of me. - This is a copy of the translation, there is quite a lot of text, studying at home. Do not you want to know, how's it going with your murder?

  - And what, unless there is not all that obvious?

  - Oh, no, you - a detective chuckled. - Our clever Miss housekeeper, realizing that she could not get out and prove we absolutely iron, decided to share the responsibility. She is now trying to shift the blame on the young idiot, a teacher, who is your friend, Mr. Jobson so lightly dismissed. So now we're looking for him, and she received a deferment of sentence, which in her case is likely to be fifteen years of hard labor.

  - Mr. Jobson will not be because of this trouble?

  - What? Troubles? One of the most highly paid lawyers Londinium? I appreciated the joke.

  - Tell me, sir ... - I decided to change the subject. - Do you still think about the case of the Night Strangler?

  - I remember, and always think of all my failures!

  - So you think this thing is still a failure? Hmm ... Well, perhaps you're right, except his failure and not name.

  - Do you have any thoughts, or are you just went to talk? - detective frowned. Apparently, the topic was, he still cares.

  - Yes, Detective, there are some thoughts ... I just thought about it for a long time, and finally, all lined up in one picture. Immediately I warn, no evidence I have, of course not, so, assumptions and conjectures. But as you are not afraid?

  The man grinned wryly, then glanced at his poster with ghosts:

  - do not panic.

  - Good. So, the first thing I would say is that the unknown assistant Appleton - it is most likely a woman. There are several reasons why I came to this conclusion. If you recall my view, although I do not want to rely on such an unreliable source, it can be observed a moment - a man who walked after the girl and pulled her from the neck crystal, was quite tall, thin, and had a narrow brush with long fingers.

  - Well, you never know, we men with a narrow brush?

  - Yes, of course, this in itself does not mean anything. But the tracks that you have found in the tunnel, together with traces of Appleton, were traces of small feet, Detective remember what you said? A woman or a teenager ... and mysterious daughter of Appleton, who came to him, she, too, woman. Do not you think that too many women in this matter? Something that took away from Molly, you remember that old saying? Something that took away one can find the other ... What is taken away from the poor nor innocent Molly? Youth and beauty, a detective, her youth and beauty! And what is the youth and beauty, but the dream of every woman, they do not possess? Do you understand what I'm talking about? - more and more incensed, I almost started to yell.

  - I understand you, Sherlock, - deliberately quiet voice a little detective sobered me, and I continued more calmly.

  - Next, in search of information on whether similar cases have been previously, at least Similar tales, legends, I found a book that was written a long time ago. It spoke of a woman who is a woman, a detective that has plagued the village to steal the sleeping part of the force of the Dark Gods. And the old woman, a prophetess to say that's about it! Millennial sleep sleep ... This is about them, about the Dark Gods. And someone steals their power, and they can not wake up. So, detective, following the conclusion which I have come - it is the woman who is described in an old book. It was she who killed all those girls, she stole a young Molly.

  - Listen, my young friend. Do not you think that this is beyond? How many years ago there was a story, even if we assume that this is not just a scary story?

  - Well, I'm not sure there was no exact dates. But, I think, no less than a couple of hundred.

  - Uh-huh. That is, do you think this woman has lived for hundreds of years?

  - Why not? Imagine that she is doing a similar focus every, say, ten or fifteen years, as soon starts to get old. It's easy enough to check, we just need to dig into the archives and find similar cases. Perhaps she acted not only in Londinium. Next, you need to compare all these things, and find all the women out there who somehow figured, and see whether they are of the same woman. Well, in the end, check the alibi of the woman at the time of the murders. Elementary!

  Sudden laughter detective made me blush. Had I said such nonsense, that he so sincerely and shamelessly laughing? It seems ...

  - Sherlock - Detective March barely coped with a laugh, still periodically shuddering shoulders and wiping involuntary tears - do you really think it's that easy? You obviously can not imagine the amount of things that you need to shovel, to gather all the information for comparison. And checking alibis ten, twenty and thirty years ago and did laugh. In general, the case. If you think that this is such a simple task - to act. If you find similar crimes in the past, and to isolate someone or something that will unite them, I give you my word that I will be with you to investigate this matter. And I will not even wait for you to show me a specific person. Agreed?

  - to offer you the quest "An excursion into the past."

  - Quest Conditions - find information about similar series of murders in the past, to find something that will unite them. A job is a quest progress offset "Puppeteer".

  The award - Experience (3000), the continuation of the quest chain.

  Penalty failure - is not provided.

  Accept the quest?

  Chapter 7.

  Excellent! Just great! Like it or not, and to work with documents much easier than looking for a specific person, and then to prove his guilt.

  Saying goodbye to a detective, I decided to first return to Jobson, and then you think, what to do next. In the cab, I made an unsuccessful attempt to read the paper obtained, but, frankly, did not succeed. Handwriting interpreter was terrible - small and ornate, absolutely not suited for reading in jolting and swaying carriage.

  Leaving the paper, I stared out the window. Winter was approaching with great strides, snow sprinkled with almost every other day and even melted at once. The cab stopped, letting someone at a crossroads. The street on which we stood, was rather narrow, and catch up with us carriage stopped in parallel, at a distance of less than one meter. If I wanted to, I could touch him, just held out his hand.

  Glimpsed in the depths of his silhouette, he made me interested to go to the window, so he seemed familiar. Fortunately, the passenger is also interested in a stop and looked out.

  Here is the meeting! What a surprise! Laced in an expensive silk dress in a fur cape with intricate hairdo, he looked at me was none other than Marissa! Thief with Marissa Mayer Street - the one which is not so long ago, sent me into the sewer to be eaten by rats, to seize the key to open any lock. I must say that I took myself in this situation is not as it should have. To tell the truth, I myself did not led. Rather than do anything, I just looked at her, staying in some stupor.

  During the time that we did not see, she has changed a lot. she was beautiful before, but in its appearance felt some incompleteness. I wanted to compare it with uncut gem. Comparison, of course, utterly banal, but extremely accurate. Now, get a decent cut and frame, Marissa appeared in all his glory.

  I do not know why, but no resentment toward her, I did not hold. She was just herself, and so did her life. Therefore, a few seconds, until the moment when she finally noticed me, I smile just admired her perfect beauty.

  I must say that at the moment when Marissa recognized me, she still changed color. It has the feeling that she experienced at that moment shame, remorse, maybe fear? Hard to say, especially since a second later she coped with it and smiled sweetly as good friends. In a few moments, she again disappeared into the depths of the crew, who immediately drove away. My crew immediately set off after him, but, at the next junction, we parted.

  Of course, if I had a desire to reclaim their property, or try to somehow take revenge, it could trace its cab, but it was not in my plan
s. It was, of course, I wonder what she is doing in the city and how managed to transform so much for such a short time that we have not seen ... Although, what I mean, money is capable of much, and a lot of money - just about everything. Marissa, as far as I could understand during our acquaintance, has a remarkable acting ability. Therefore, I look at all these silks and furs, as if not grown in Hackney, and, at least in the royal family.

  Somehow, all the way to the meeting did not go out of my head. I do not know why I needed this information with all the other pressing issues, but tormented curiosity - what happened to Marissa in the time that we have not seen? Maybe it was worth, though, go for it? And, although it's too late, done is done. I have their concerns fully, it is time to think about them. Although, still, how good she-devil!

  Chet Jobson met me good news, which, however, Mrs. Jobson banned talking while I do not sing. I must say it was very useful, because by that time I already felt a fierce hunger. Apple and bun, eaten dry rations for nearly five hours ago, it has long since become only a memory. Therefore, I brought Rose soup with goose giblets and a piece of meat pudding, I umyal for a sweet soul. With pleasure plying his spoon, he remembered the complaint of a famous writer of the past on the boring and fresh English cuisine. I do not know, maybe I just have nothing to compare, but the food is, in my opinion, was just delightful.

  When, finally, I'm satisfied, tea was served, followed by me and reported stockpiled news. Firstly, Mr. Jobson been fully staffed servants in a house belonging to my uncle. Not only that, he hired the very servants who previously worked there, the benefit they have not had time to find a new place and gladly returned to hear the news of the detained housekeeper. The lawyer explained how much we were lucky that the employees of such qualification, and with such an impeccable reputation is not yet found a new place.

  labor exchange, of course, greatly accelerates the hiring process, but fortunately, the maid and personal valet uncle and spouses were willing to work in the same house, and the cook was spoiled by high salaries, therefore also rejected several proposals do not have approached her.