Named Sherlock

by Bagatur Zhamkochyan

  Therefore, comfortably sitting, half-sitting, placing a pillow under your back, I again plunged into the exciting adventures of Thomas and Rebecca.

  "... it was only the fifth time. But as it turned out, on its own boot was too easy to move him. After Rebecca barely stuffed it full of sand sock weight was just enough.

  Lever with a thud budged. The first few seconds, looked around, nothing has changed. However, barely audible rustling sound that was even difficult to make out at first, by the second intensified until, finally became clear to his nature. Of round holes on the perimeter of the pit, the yellow falls headlong flow of sand. Rebecca horror rushed to the sleeping husband in the corner ... "

  "... I walked echo. Trying to go quietly, almost on tiptoe, she slowly moved forward. From the narrow slits in the masonry penetrated streaks of light, forming on the floor whimsical ornament.

  - Becky, look, - Thomas, even behind his wife a couple of meters, the first to see the altar with towering over him majestic figure. Quiet gasp, Rebecca delighted froze.

  Altar, but rather the altar - was just a smooth rectangular basalt slab with classic grooves for blood flow.

  Gleaming in the golden polusumerkah three-meter sculpture represents the image of a naked man with the head of a jaguar.

  - Kukulkan?

  - I can not say ... I never saw Kukulkan in anthropomorphic form. Most often it is portrayed in the form of a serpent.

  - A museum in Hanover? Do you remember we saw the exhibition of finds from the recent excavations of Professor Shtaygelya? There Kukulkan is in the form of a jaguar.

  - Yes, but the whole, not just the head ... "

  The night went well, without dreams, morning found me pretty fit and get some sleep, so in a good mood. Quickly jumped out of bed, I made the news a set of exercises with dumbbells. Suddenly remembering an open skill unarmed combat, I tried to portray a primitive fight with shadow, not letting go of the iron discs. It turned out, I must say, not so good. Okay, let's hope I do not come in handy this skill in the near future.

  After dressing and washing up, I'm whistling, I went into the dining room. I must say, this skill, I discovered a not so long ago, already virtmire, just after watching the pupils a "new beginning." Naturally, such roulades output as the most gifted of them, I could not, but a simple melody could easily be repeated.

  - Good morning, sir! - Jerome appeared in the lobby with a bundle of papers in his hands. - I apologize for the unsolicited advice, sir, but you do not need to whistle in the presence of Mr. or Mrs. Jobson, as well as in public places. Gentlemen such behavior is unusual, and can cause an unhealthy interest in your person.

  - Um ... Thank you, I'll consider. And what you have in your hands? - I hastened to change the subject.

  - Letters, sir. I pile them on the table, in the office of Mr. Brown. He always received and continues to receive a very comprehensive email. You want to make out?

  - No no. At least, not now.

  I opened the door and walked into the dining room. Donnie met me with a smile.

  - Good morning.

  - Good. Today you once again to the studio?

  - I'm afraid so. I have too much on himself took, now do not know how I would cope. And what about me asked in the classroom?

  - Yes, Mr. Birkin upset. He said he was sorry that his best student are things more important than taking care of their education and spiritual growth.

  I must say that these words Donnie bit spoiled me, such a good mood in the morning, and the whole breakfast, and then all the way to the shelter, I, sulkily silent. And then I suddenly realized that I behave like a small and quiet. Vowing to himself that he necessarily tell Mr. Birkin, because of what I have learned and pass it on himself this suffering, I came back in a good mood.

  Mr. Shaw, by the way, the site is still not there. Interestingly, it that all five days would not be? On occasion, I'll ask Miss Emily. And now - time is running out!

  Today I was in the plans of the following - to create, finally, a primitive model of the desired weight, and, after the flight tests, to determine the correct shape and size of the wing and the work of the flight controls.

  A little embarrassed that all had to be done on a whim, having a very rough idea of how things should work. Therefore, there was nothing surprising in the fact that first made me model collapsed, did not really take off.

  The weight of the copper bar, simulating the inner workings of my aircraft was pretty decent, fragile wings are folded in a couple of seconds after launch, and the glider kuvyrknuvshis awkwardly in the air, hit the ground, breaking and tearing slats waxed paper. Hmm. Judging from the rate of fall, with the weight of the wing area must be increased at least twice. Frustrated, I returned to the shop.

  The second model was not much more successful than the first. Admittedly, it has held in the air a little longer. Literally ten seconds. And the second, I would not call the flight rather some lingering turbulence, which ended in a sharp nod and nosing. And in the fall, again broke all the wings. But I had an audience. The boys, who have morning classes were over, passing on the lessons of their masters, curiously watching my suffering.

  The third model, which I have already made a substantial correction, quite confidently flew twenty meters of territories near houses, especially not hanging in the air, not trying to bite his nose, and end up on the wing. In order to achieve such a modest success, I had to move the center of gravity is a little further from the nose, tail twice to extend and increase the stabilizer. Donnie, when he was aware of my pains, did not particularly distracting me from my work, just shouting in the open door, he graduated and went home.

  I must say that the biggest surprise for me was the sudden appearance in the workshop of the boys, who once offered me money for protection. When there was quiet, some scrapes knock on the door, I shouted: "Come in!", Without a moment's hesitation, that it is returned, something forgotten, Donald.

  - Hey, Sherlock, - someone else's voice made me tear his eyes from his work.

  - Hey, uh ... Irvine. What do you need?

  Apparently, the boy and so was not too sure of the good reception, especially considering him our first and last conversation, because he was clearly embarrassed.

  - I saw you launch in the courtyard of a dove ...

  - Dove?

  - Well, I do not know how to call it properly. All call them pigeons, but they are small, and paper. No one tried to make them as formidable.

  - I'm afraid I need just such. So what did you want?

  - I know how to do good pigeons, they are very long stay in the air and can fly very far.

  - And? You want me to have any advice?

  - Yes. I saw you ran his huge pigeon and know how to improve it.

  Frankly, I was not so sure I want to mess with this guy, mindful of the fact that he, in his time, actually threatened me with problems. Although it never tried to do, but the sediment, however, remained. I felt it, in general, something unpleasant.

  - You took shelter from fat Watson.

  - It can be polite about my friend?

  - Uh ... I'm sorry. Simply it all so call.

  - I do not call it so, and I do not want that when I say something like that.

  - I will not. So. You took it, and now Ronnie Bob completely switched to us, beaten, demanding money.

  Well, again, the same song. I was even upset. Well, bad to be poor, bad when over you bullied. Even Donny, who was alone, found the strength to somehow confront this violence, and some of these guys. And if they really wanted to change everything - you would have done it.

  - Irwin, we're already once discussed this subject. Nothing changed. I'm not going to stand up for you, you can quite cope themselves.

  - No! Stand up is not necessary. If you lived here, then it would work. Now everything is easier. We need money. Previously, we ran one day and selling the newspaper at the center. But some have passed, and now it is impossible to get out. And Miss Emily said - anyone catch, sit down for
a day in the cellar. And there is a rat.

  Well, everything was easier than I thought. The main thing that has not requested to celebrate too much. I do not need him to understand how property interests me.

  - And how do I know that you really know that what you say? To say that everything is possible, and a paper dove is different from mine.

  - Let's do so, I'll show you what you need to fix, you have undone, and if it is then your artificial bird will stay in the air much better - you pay me. Agreed?

  - Are not you afraid that I'll cheat?

  - No I'm not afraid. You're now the noble gentleman, and they kept the word.

  I shook my head. The belief that the noble gentlemen, every one of the honest and keep their word, was apparently the last of which is still believed these street children. Well, I do not disappoint them.

  - OK, deal.

  - Well, then you with fifty silver. And give me a pencil and paper.

  Barely a couple of minutes as Irvin gave me a sheet.

  - Look, - he pointed to the drawn image, scalene quadrangle - wing doing here this form. This will increase the speed of flight. The size of leaves such as now, but the form must be such. Further, - he pointed to the following flourish - that is so must be attached wings, okay? How are soaring bird, and not like you, flat. And the tip, on the contrary, almost Arch in the opposite direction, like this ... This will give stability in flight, and your huge pigeon will not hang. Tail you and so normal, it is better not to touch.

  Hmm. And it was worth fifty silver? Well, on the other hand, if it really help to increase the range, and somehow stabilize it, why not? I have so far is gold, which Mr. Jobson singled out of pocket expenses. During their trip, I was still paying fines, the remainder of our visit to the fair.

  - Okay, I'll do as you're here depicted, and, if it works - your money. Only I'm afraid that will have to wait until tomorrow, today I have other plans.

  - No problem, I'll wait. Tomorrow will see what comes out at you, can, still that will advise. For the same money - a boy winked and headed for the door. - Till!

  - Yeah, see you.

  He walked out the door, I quickly began to gather. Pulled on his jacket, he looked at the desktop. Overall, I was pleased with how the day went. Although this fuss models and require a lot of time and effort, but it is clearly going in the right direction. Last Glider has more or less remained in the air, as if the remark Irwin will be sensible, then everything will be just fine.

  Locked the shop, I crossed the backyard and walked to the gate leading to the street. Several boys saw me interested, but did not seem hostile glances.

  The next item on the plan for today was to visit the archive and to continue the conversation with the old man Leksidi. Stopping the crew, I went to the police station.

  At this time, greeted me at once conducted to the archive, without asking a single question. Mr. Leksidi was in place. He was reading a newspaper, leaning on a rickety chair, and holding in one hand a huge mug, from which the noise is something sipped.

  - Good evening.

  - A! Greetings, young man. But I'm wondering, are you coming back or not.

  - You should not have to guess, I said, that will not give.

  - Oh, uh ... Well, maybe you should listen to what happened next. You'll see - and change your mind. So, we stopped there?

  - Start of a series of suicides, seventeen years ago.

  - Ah, yes. So, when we found the first little girl with her throat cut, and found her in the same place, at the docks, I immediately felt something was wrong. Well, not the way the girls usually choose to go to another world. If the victim was poisoned with arsenic, phosphorus matches, or, in extreme cases, drowned in the Thames, I would not say a word. But cut his throat with the most? Inconceivable! But all the evidence points in this direction. Signs of a struggle were found, the knife gripped in his hand. The coroner who examined the cut, said there was no doubt that he suffered himself. That's just strange icon on the wrist, to which no one paid attention, immediately aroused in my mind that very series of murders that occurred at the docks when he was still an assistant detective. He was less and put not on the shoulder, but the picture I remember. Later, lifting the old case,

  After a week I was almost waiting for the next victim, or rather, did not doubt that it will. When the second girl was found - I was ready for it. All the same - age, a poor working-class district, the sign on the wrist. But there is a new feature that unites the victims - they were both pupils of orphanage. "Heavenly haven" - it was the only orphanage for girls in Whitechapel. Immediately after the discovery of the second body, I went there to interview the pupils. After talking to friends of the victims, I became convinced that what was certain from the very beginning. No suicide was not, it was the real murder, no more, no less.

  - A blue crystal? About him no one was talking about?

  - When I came to the shelter for the first time, I must confess I did not mention about the chip. Although I do not believe in the version of suicide, but I was asked to work in the first place it was her. So I...

  Opened its door with a bang not let the old man finish. The small file space quickly became a tall gentleman sleek appearance, with a cold, immobile face. He gave me a careful storage look, then turned to the Archivist:

  - So, Mr. Leksidi! Take the trouble to explain, by what right do you have brought here a stranger? Are you for so many years and do not remember that the archive is a territory closed to civilians? What then does this young man, who is he?

  - Excuse me, sir, - confident tone of the old man immediately changed to a plaintive, quavering. - This is my great-nephew, then, came to say that his mother was ill, she asks to visit. She Well, the poor guy, no one but me, Rodney then and there.

  - Hmm. Well, for the first time I forgive, but that in a minute, and the spirit of the nephew was not there. Do not forget, you work here only out of respect for my predecessor to your past achievements. But you will break the rules - will prove to be alive on the street without a pension. Do you understand?

  - All clear, sir. Will not happen again, he's leaving. Now, just write a note niece.

  Once again doused me arrogantly contemptuous stare, tall gentleman came out, slamming the door.

  - Y, such nit. New Head of the Department of Central Management sent. No experience is not, nor the skill, but the importance and ambition - more than enough. And it does not say anything, really throws without a pension.

  The old man picked up a piece of paper the table, something quick nacherkal on it, handed it to me.

  - Here look. This is my address, the next day I have off. If you want to know what it was over, come the evening. In the morning I go to the race track, then a couple of hours sleep after dinner. That's an hour to five just drove up. I'll tell you everything, what's the matter ended. And if you bring a present to capture some interesting old treat, something very good will.

  - to offer you the quest: "What is important is not a gift, and attention."

  - Quest Conditions - to listen to the story of the investigation of Mr. Leksidi. An additional condition - to make the old man a gift that would have pleased him.

  Reward- obtaining the necessary information for the progress of the quest "An excursion into the past," the experience (2000).

  Penalty failure -reduction in the reputation of Mr. Leksidi.

  Accept the quest?

  Well. It is a pity, of course, it was not possible to know all the details now, but, on the other hand, the next day - it very soon. But now, returning before dark, I'd have to examine in detail this royal kennel. So there is a blessing in disguise. With these thoughts, saying good-bye to the old man, I got out of the police station.

  Chapter 14.

  Returning home before dark, I was surprised not finding Donnie. As it turned out, he went with his teacher to engage in his lab, and promised to come back for dinner. His absence did not affect my plans, and I decided to explore the booth at once.

  I m
ust say, in broad daylight, she looked not so majestic. Imitation masonry, when viewed from close range, did not look very authentic.

  Crouching at the entrance, I looked inside. Already taught by experience, I was looking for material clues, and did not try to build a chain of associations. Booth was completely empty, there was no trace of what she did was once inhabited. Squatting, I made my way inside. Make it was easy enough, royal dog - very large dog, and his house could easily accommodate a couple of medium-sized dogs, or some inconvenience - a teenager.

  The required hint I found right above the entrance, inside. It was a pencil line, made the familiar handwriting of my uncle. It read: "Tell a friend, and enter." Relief I even laughed - honestly did not expect that he found it so quickly and easily.

  Get out, refusing to inspect the booth thought further, I returned to the house. Rapidly, almost running, going into his uncle's office, he rushed to the bookshelves. The feeling that I'm getting closer and closer to a solution than ever spurred. The search is not delayed for a long time - due to the fact that more than once looked through the book, I found that very need fairly quickly. Ten minutes later I was holding a weighty tome - a book that was once ready to re-read over and over again to plunge into the wonderful world of Middle-earth.

  Quickly scrolling through it, I found the right place. Once again, I read these familiar lines:

  "... Gandalf did not pay attention to them. He sat with his head bowed, either in despair or in the endless reverie. And once again heard the sinister wolf howl. Ripples on the water grew and moves closer, the waves beat against the shore already.

  Suddenly - all by surprise startled - the magician on his feet. He laughed.

  - I understood! - he exclaimed. - Of course! Of course! Just to stupidity, like all mysteries, when you know the answer.