Named Sherlock
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- So, Sherlock, and now you will be surrounded by the people close to you that, in fact, increased. I really hope that this will help to get back your memory, - enthusiastically said Mr. Jobson.
- It's great, sir. I am very grateful to you, - itself I do not share his enthusiasm, but people who for many years have been close to his uncle, could be very useful. Maybe I can get a hint or even a direct reference to the location of the safe.
The second good news, this time for Donnie, was that he found a teacher, but not anyhow any, and of the highest Masters - alchemist. Exaggeratedly slowly, solemnly announcing it, Mr. Jobson kept his eyes on the boy's face. I must say, for a while, he did not react, apparently including psychological protection from severe stress. Then, as the information is assimilated beginning on Donnie's face gave way to a whole range of emotions - disbelief, fear, joy, then fear again. It seemed that he just could not believe it had fallen on him happiness. This is what happens when desperate dream of something that seems to goose and suddenly finds it.
- Donald, all right? You're not happy? - Mr. Jobson, even with some dismay, perplexed, turned his eyes to me.
However, before I could somehow respond, followed by the reaction Donnie. He suddenly jumped up and, sobbing, rushed to embrace lawyer gusts periodically, as it seemed to me, to begin to kiss the hand. I managed to calm him down with great difficulty. Even sitting on the couch, with a force handed him a cup of tea with mint, he from time to time taken to mumble something rewarding.
- So, - continued Mr. Jobson, - the teacher will come every day to three hours, starting tomorrow. Further plans are - we need to buy some materials and reagents, as well as a textbook, a list of all necessary I have. I offer to go shopping right now, because at night I have a scheduled appearance in court. Donny I do not even ask, of course he will go, and you, Sherlock? With us?
- You know, sir, I think I'll give up. I have some urgent business at home ...
- Well, the case has a case. We ride with Donald.
Sending crazed with happiness Donny catch a cab, Mr. Jobson said to me:
- Is the boy really wanted so much to learn?
- It was his dream, sir.
- Well, I'm glad I was able to do it. And by the way, I paid Donald learning from its own resources, so do not worry.
- I'm not worried about that, sir, not at all. How could you think such a thing? Indeed, I was a little worried at first that his uncle's money is not enough for a long time, but now that I'm sure will sell their machinery to the toy store, I was totally cool. So it should not have done.
- I'm sorry, my young friend, I'm not what I meant. Knowing you, I'm the least able to assume that you'll regret is something other. And I did it because I wanted to please him.
- The cab on the porch, sir! - I came from the doorway clear voice Donnie. It seemed to me, and it really sounded much more confident than before?
- Well, the coach filed in the way! We'll take you home, Sherlock, then go with Donald shopping.
A few minutes later I was standing on the threshold of his own house. Now, even in the street, he did not look abandoned. Track and carefully swept the porch, fallen leaves, strewn with empty garden, collected in a neat pile. My knock opened low, only half a head taller than me, middle-aged man. At first glance, I'd give it about forty-five, but his hair, at the same time were completely gray.
- Young Mr. Brown! We are glad that you have found! - at the sight of me, he broke into a genuine smile. - Come on, sir. Mr. Jobson told us what happened to you ... None of us, frankly, did not like Miss Volfish but suggest such a thing!
- Yes, thank you, uh ...
- Jerome. My name is Jerome, sir. You do not remember me?
- I'm afraid not, Jerome. I'm sorry.
- Oh, how we wish Mr. Brown. Well, let's look again. I and my wife Marjorie serve in the house of your uncle, for fifteen years. She is now tidying upstairs. With your permission, I'll call.
Jerome went upstairs, I walked into the living room. I must say that my uncle, apparently, was a great lover of painting. Yesterday, I just did not pay attention to the numerous paintings, but for now, enjoy the moment, he began to consider them. It is obvious that a great artistic value, they are not represented, although I am not an expert. These were amateur watercolors seem written based on his uncle's books. Likely by himself. The giant pyramid, towering over the jungle, I clearly recognized the temple, the disclosure of which met yesterday in "Mystic expedition." Huge metal whale, cleaving the deep ocean surrounded by sharks in the pack, barrel-shaped with a pointed rocket fairing and three portholes in a row, the train, flying in the sky against a background of huge moon - stories were different and all as one, causes a slight feeling of déjà vu.
- Mr. Brown, sir? - I turned around.
Jerome came back and gave the woman the same low, as it, in a long, dark-brown maid in a cap.
- Here sir, this is my wife, Marjorie.
- I am very pleased to meet you, Mrs ...
- Babbage, Sir. Just call me by my name, I was so used to - the woman smiled shyly. - We were so worried, sir, when you were gone. You forgive me for my words, sir, but your uncle and you are always treated us like family, and we are so grieved, so grieved ... Mr Brown has left, you are lost, then it runs the snake in the grass Emma Volfish ... Ohohoh, hard times ...
- Marge, stop! You forgive her outburst, sir. But we really just did not find the place itself is even looking for you.
- It's okay, I on the contrary, it is very nice - Babbage wife were very pleasant, nice people. I am sure we'll get along with them.
- Sir! - Jerome spoke again. - I certainly do not have the right to advise you, but if you look into the kitchen, then Madame Petit would be just happy. Though you do, much to my regret and do not remember, but she is always ready to your favorite sweets, and adored for you. When you are lost, the poor woman wept all the eyes ...
- ABOUT! Thank you, Jerome, I, of course, right now I shall come to it.
- And you really have completely lost memory?
- Marjorie! What do you allow yourself! I'm sorry sir it, women are rarely able to control himself - cracking, like magpies, and curious, like cats.
- It's okay, I do not see nothing wrong with mild curiosity. Yes, unfortunately, I do not remember anything from his past, - I said to the woman - but I am sure that you will help me remember, or at least get to know him again.
- Of course, sir! We are sure you will tell all!
- Thank you. I was very glad to meet you.
Well, now you need to get acquainted with the mysterious Madame Petit.
Going into the kitchen, which is the first tour of the house, we somehow lost sight of me, not having to say a word, with a threshold sunk in the arms of an enormous woman. To say that I was shocked and even a little scared, it's just not say anything! After a few seconds dripped from above, and heard muffled sobs, interrupted thanks to the Lord and the Virgin Mary for the return of "lubimy Malenko malschik", which is pronounced hot and obviously sincere, albeit with wildest accent. Understand the situation, I suffered in silence.
cuddle me another couple of minutes and a few times a sob, she finally released me to freedom. I was feeling pretty battered. Cough and pretending that this scene was not at all, I began:
- I am very glad to meet you, Madame Petit.
A woman who is a little calmed down, began again in tears:
- Oh oh oh, how he nazyval me? Madame Petit! Sofsem memory poteryal not know your Tonto Josy! This offer large malschik became sofsem and without memory ...
I honestly do not even know what to say to this tirade. Apparently, Madame Petit Sherlock really tied a warm relationship, since she so violently reacted to my presence, and, if I remember correctly translated, the word "Tonto", it was the French tante, ie Aunt. Aunt Josie? Hmm ...
I stared at the woman. I must say that it is again fairly quickly calmed down, a few seconds, a couple of sobs, and already with a smile, Madame Petit continued:
- Thank you, it would be very nice - I hurried to leave the kitchen, smiling at last a woman who, being quite full, in his dress with white apron with frills itself was like a giant cake with whipped cream.
Returning to the living room, I found in her Marjorie, polishing silver figurines on the mantel.
- Do you need something, sir? - he turned to me, woman.
- No, thank you, there is nothing. I just wanted to ask, whose is the picture? - I pointed to the one that hung over the fireplace. - They are all painted an artist, is not it?
- Of course one, sir, - the woman suddenly laughed, then closed his mouth with his hand. - Excuse me, sir, for my laughter, it's just so unusual, that you do not remember anything. After all, these pictures - yours.
- My?
- Well yes. Mr. Brown really like your drawings, so he hung them around the house.
Oh, wow. I stepped closer to the fire, looked intently at the picture. In life, I would never have said that it painted a child of ten, and because Sherlock was about as much as he was gone ... But, what I mean? Constantly have to straighten yourself, remind yourself that in the real world, this has nothing to do, and, in fact, there is every baby can be a genius, only wish it opposed.
- And tell me, Marjorie, where I painted? In my room, no easels, no brushes or paint.
- Sir, you also have a game room in the attic. You are constantly sitting there - draw, read books, down down only to eat, and when went to bed. Do not you see?
- No, probably, Mr. Jobson did not know about it ...
- It is possible, sir. No wonder you do not let anyone go, saying that this is your castle, and it is guarded by the evil dragon.
- Really? Then I have to get there quickly. Perhaps the dragon guarding the very treasure that will help me to remember everything.
- Of course, sir. Come on! Entrance to the attic through the pantry.
Actually, now it is clear to me, for what reason the lawyer Jobson, showing me the house, could not show the entrance to the attic, which he, I'm just not thought. For the same reason that he did not show me the kitchen, servant's quarters, utility rooms. Being a native of this world and time, Mr. Jobson, though in itself a good man, just follow its laws. And the law says that the life of the owners and the lives of the servants, though flows near, yet clearly demarcated. And the border is not necessary to violate either one or the other side. In the same way as the relationship of Emma Volfish with their employer induce all workers condemnation of the whole street, and the invasion of the territory of the gentlemen's servants - the kitchen, stables, attics and storerooms, to provoke a shock to the latter.
- Here sir, the entrance here - the woman opened the unremarkable door in the hall. In the dark room with no windows loomed the outlines of some shelves, shelves, boxes and various household utensils. Along the right wall rises to the ceiling and rested in a square hatch, narrow and steep wooden staircase.
Railing stairs were missing, so had to climb carefully, keeping one hand on the top step. When they reached the hatch, I breathlessly anticipating the mysteries and interesting discoveries pushed. Nothing! Luke resisted, as was commonplace locked, and I did not have a key. Hmm.
- Marjorie, - I said to the woman. - Do you happen to have a key to this hatch?
- What are you, sir. The key was just you, and you guarded him as the apple of an eye. I told you that no one could get into the attic, including even your uncle, Mr. Brown. And most of all you are worried, as if there was not hit Miss Volfish. Leaving even for a minute, you're always locked the door and sitting there - closed from the inside.
Well! Now I was to think that behind this hatch sure there are answers to all my questions, and I wanted to open it this very moment. Come on, take a closer look, that there is a lock? Locked lock immediately gave me the idea of Marissa and I have stolen the key. That's how he would come in handy right now! Considering that in the castles, as well as in their hacking, I absolutely knew nothing, only the key to all doors would save me in this situation ...
- Marjorie, and you might not shine for me? - strange scratches on the wooden frame around the keyhole seemed to me suspicious. Really consider them I did not go, it was too dark.
- Of course, sir! - the maid turned the valve near the door, a gas lamp on the ceiling broke and brightly illuminated traces of unsuccessful burglary in a variety observed on the frame of the hatch. Yeah, judging by the scratches on the very keyhole and in the wake of the frame and the tree itself the access door, first picking his castle, not having succeeded the same door just tried to crack by applying brute force. But then suffered a complete fiasco. Well, I'm not even going to try, it is clear also that it is pointless.
- Ah! Yes, that is it! - seeing signs of a break, alarmed Marjorie. - I swear to you, sir, it was not with us! reach such a shame to spoil the master's good ... Merzavka Emma, I hope it is for all the answers!
- Do not worry, and now it is the exact answer for everything.
Frustrated, I returned to my room. After going back and forth a few times, I glanced at the book nedochitannuyu. Travel story of Thomas and Rebecca beckoned, although I do not find anything resembling a clue. No, as I would have not wanted to, but we will read later, before going to bed. And now I have and without it there is something to do.
Firstly, the wings had expected the manuscript translation of papers found in the house of Appleton. Though I never thought that I would find there something useful to search for the offender, but to complement the overall picture, read, however, should have.
Secondly, I have still not been executed quest to find his uncle's safe, it also would not want to put off. And yes, by the way, I'm going to check with the servants, perhaps, some of them know where he is. Yes, all right, you need to ask now, perhaps all would be a lot easier than I thought.
- Jerome, can distract you? - I found a man in the kitchen with a cup of tea in hand and a morning newspaper. Now that the uncle was not at home, he was not overworked.
- Of course, Mr. Brown! How can I help?
- Nothing complicated ... Tell me, do you know where the uncle's safe? He left me his watch, which is the key to something. I think that the time for this safe. But I do not know where he is, maybe, you know, or your spouse?
- I'm afraid I can not help you, sir ... - it was clear that he was genuinely upset. - Your uncle kept in the safe of what he considered the most valuable of his possessions, his unpublished manuscripts and personal letters. That's all what I know. But I am sure that your uncle, Mr. Brown must leave you a hint. This was your favorite game with him.
- What a game, what are you?
- Oh, sir, I keep forgetting that you have lost memory. You and your uncle was a game, one of the most beloved - he hid a thing and leaving tips for you, understandable only to the two of you. The very first clue was the key, he gave her in your hands. And already then you are looking for on their own. - Look man blurred, it was obvious that he was plunged into memories. - Never forget, sir, as you ran around the house looking for the following tips - then arranged the books in a specific order, the transfer clock in the large living room, the measured and marked the place of the sun's rays on a certain day and a certain hour. And once, sir, you are digging up the entire front lawn, when they decided that the book "Treasure Island" suggests that the next tip should always be buried underground.
- And she was not buried?
- No, sir, there was actually a reference to a silver statuette of a pirate standing on the mantelpiece. I do not know how it is connected, sir, unfortunately, I did not read the novel.
But I have read and understood instantly association. Silver pirate - it's Long John Silver. That's the only problem is that, without a home, the key tips, try to get right to the finish line is not poss
ible. That is, to move in search of safe me in any case can not be before I get my twentieth level mechanics. Well, we only have to wait until tomorrow, because I am going to get it, whatever it may cost me.
- Thank you, Jerome, you've been very helpful.
- Not at all, sir.
Well, since the issue of the search for a safe yet not urgent, it's time to go back to the Dark Gods. I think I left a manuscript on the desk in his room.
Yes, exactly, and that's it. I reached out, and at the same time the world fell dark again. At this time, no warning system was not followed, but a split second later, I found myself sitting in a familiar chair, in a familiar room.
Sitting in front of a man, looking even more haggard and painful than before, raised his eyes:
- Hello, Sherlock. Well, are you ready to hear the truth?
Chapter 8.
- And even more pathos was impossible to pour in this phrase? - I must say, I have great infuriated the interference in the gameplay, and the surprise I replied rather sharply.
The man sighed and rubbed his face. He looked tired and worn out, but I never for a moment forgot that Proteus might look like, as required by the circumstances. And, if he's like a squashed the life of a loser, then so necessary.
- Dmitry, and you know that you've changed? - he looked at me again. - Just a couple of weeks ago, you would have stopped after this phrase, like a snake in front of a cast, ready to listen to the revelation. And now you radiate irritation and sarcasm. I am amazed.
- Are you amazed? Really? - I must say that I myself was surprised by his reaction. - And you think I should not have changed after everything that happened?
- What's so wrong with you? You're just playing a game, Sherlock - your character and the world around - not real. You still remember that? Or do you talk about death in the real world?
- I'm talking about Londinium ... You're not telling me everything, are not you? - I felt a wave of indignation rises again in me. - Of course, you remember our first conversation with you? I somehow remember it perfectly. How do you say then? Psevdosvoboda will, simple emotion similar to human! So how many resources actually allocated for this world? All its inhabitants live, and stories about psevdosvobodu will can tell those who are in it was not!