- Now I go home, have dinner and loans analysis of his uncle's library. Tomorrow I have a meeting on the sale of my mechanical crafts, very important.
- Oh great, here and do their own thing, and I'll deal with the investigation. And by the way, well, that he reminded. Your record conversations bird is still with us. You can think about to use it in a conversation with a suspect, how do you such an idea?
- Good idea, Detective. I did not even think about it ...
Of course, a great idea. Whatever the case. All this takes time, which we do not, and almost completely does not work with someone who can make the other believe that he, for example, chicken, and send it to hatch the eggs.
- Well, I thought. So go home, and as soon as the first results, I will tell you. Agreed?
- Well, the detective - to shake the outstretched hand I did not want. It was unpleasant, even as something disgusting. And very sad, because I really hoped for help and understanding detective Marcha.
But what, it happened, how it happened. I do not intend to retreat, will play the cards that we have.
Saying goodbye to a detective, I'm in a hurry rushed out. Lost in thought, I forgot to even look into the library to warn the others that I was leaving. However, this is not to politeness, to come back, I just will not.
Stopping the cab, I went home and asked the driver to go as fast as possible. Horses caught young and frisky, the crew really flew as on wings, but it seemed to me that hardly crazy about. There was so little time, but it was necessary to do so much! All the way I eagerly jumped on the seat.
I rushed home, like a hurricane, scaring Marjorie. I am asking her to cover lunch and hurried upstairs to his room.
- Sir, I'll set for two, Mr. Watson has also not had dinner - the words maid caught me on the stairs.
- Donny at home?
- Yes, sir, he's in his room. When he arrived, he was asking about you.
- Thank you.
It was necessary to complete all the other cases before starting to plan their actions, so you have nothing on distractions. Therefore, I firmly knocked on the room Donny.
- Log in - there was barely audible voice.
- Hey, Donnie. Marjorie said you were looking for me.
- Yes, Sherlock. I have something for you. But first listen. I understand that you are not so easy to forgive, the more that it really caused you a lot of trouble. But believe me, it's changed, really changed.
- Who is she? - lost in thought, I did not realize about whom we are. - You're about Marissa, what?
- Yes, about it. You see, when you meet her, she felt alone and uncertain, there was no one nearby, on whom she could rely on ...
Lord, what nonsense. This is Marissa feel insecure? Yes it is, as a heavy locomotive that moves on rails and all sweeps on its way. However, now there are more important things than Marissa, we will understand then, when it's over it.
- Donnie - I interrupted each other. - You just have to not be offended, but can be a little bit more to the point? I've realized that you, despite my warnings, still in touch with the girl. I do not want to climb it, just tell me what happened, that's all.
- Good. Here, she asked me to tell you this, and even apologize - Donnie confused, apparently, surprised by my reaction, handed me the open palm.
When I realized what kind of item it is on, I felt that I had a second breath of joy. Key! Donnie, not realizing that he is holding in his hand, gave me nothing but how, when something stolen from me Marissa "skeleton key" or in other words, the key to all the doors! But for this, one could forgive and more than made then the girl.
- Donnie, do not know what you've got there with Marissa and where you it will lead, but you can tell her that I had completely forgiven, and more at her angry - grabbing the coveted key, I hastened to put him in his pocket, mentally thankful for his appearance in the much needed me time.
- Sherlock, but you sure everything is all right? - apparently a friend noticed my distraction and excessive fussiness.
- Yes, everything is fine. Just me then there were some thoughts related to the future expedition to find my parents and uncles ... So, nothing specific, do not pay attention.
I do not want to get involved in this thing Donnie was a very high probability that he learned everything required to take it with you, and being refused, could be something else uchudit. Therefore, it would be better to know about everything, as they say, post factum.
Moving the conversation on a neutral subject, I began to ask each other about his success in alchemy, and in less than a couple of minutes, he has enthusiastically told me about exciting new experiments, which he planned for today with Mr. Innganamorte.
In a few minutes the door Marjorie knocked and announced that dinner was served. Absently nodding Donnie continued to speak, I quickly ate, not really looking into what is on the table, and almost no sense of taste. Friend, still feeling my mood, looked at me in surprise, but so far nothing. Foreseeing new inquiries, I tensed, but the situation was sleeping Jerome declaring that Donny was already a teacher, and expects it in the living room, after which he immediately forgot about me, quickly eaten up and ran away.
I sighed with relief. Although I wanted to as quickly as possible to take action, at first I had finished all that was on the table, so we do not know the next time you get a bite. Then I went up to my room and wrote a note, which briefly indicate the main reasons that motivate me to action, and their suspicions about a detective Marcha. On second thought, I put a note under the pillow to avoid being found out ahead of time.
From the wardrobe took out his belt and bow, which is not carried with the moment with Donny moved into a new house. Not believing his luck, I check the key in his pocket. He has not gone anywhere, not fancied me, lying on the ground.
- With the victory, Return! - Inspired by the words of the immortal "Aida," I firmly out of the room.
Leaving the house, I told Jerome that I was going on business, come back late, most likely - dark. In fact, I was planning to return in case of successful completion of the planned, but not before midnight. The idea that I can and do the abyss, I tried not to be seen - it's a virtual world, after all, at the very least, I will rise again. At least I know how the procedure goes.
Stopping the cab and calling it as the address Trafalgar Square, I began to remember and analyze our today's conversation with the detective. And the more I thought about it, the stranger seemed to me his knowledge. He knew who this Mrs. Findish, and its psevdodochke was too well aware. He said - if I read the section of social life, then I would have known? Very, very strange, do yourself a detective often reads this section? I doubt it. But somehow he knows all this.
And he was not even surprised when I was in my story came to her, and did not blink. As if he, too, knew about it ... That I'm an idiot! Yes, there is a fear of what there is hesitation! Detective has long suspected who is behind all these crimes, and perhaps even, not just assumed, and knew. Of course, he knew! Still he did not know, but he's likely much under control! And maybe knowingly assists a criminal, under the threat of violence or bribed. And I told him about Mr. Leksidi, set him on the line. Damn it!
Back to warn the old man? Although, no, now it will not do anything to him, and I can not waste time. Oh you! And he asked me about my plans? Well, sure, I wanted to make sure I'm not going to get into this business and stop. He urged me to go home and wait! Now, it is understandable why - to help the murderer hide the evidence. God, how simple! How could I have guessed right?
Reproaching himself and hoping that the detective is still not time to prevent this false Lady Elizabeth, I finally reached the destination. Jumping out of the crew saw only home, being on the street Strand, all facade looked at Trafalgar Square, and though it seemed to me, in no way inferior in size and luxury is located beside the majestic cathedral.
Well, we only have to wait until dark. I sat on the rim of one of the fountains, now, of course, does not work, and prepared for a long wait.
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nbsp; Corner of my eye watching the gate and the main entrance to the building, I'm so not so boring to wait, he began to consider the area and scurrying on her people. In its center stood a huge tower, topped by the figure of a man. From my seat I was difficult to see the details, but if the local Trafalgar Square corresponded to the real world around the same time, it seems to me the famed monument to Admiral Nelson.
After a few minutes I thoroughly podmerz and decided to walk to keep warm. Intense pacing, occasionally passing resemblance to a light jog in an attempt to disperse the blood, I came closer to the house, to get in that I had.
In spite of the terrible reasons that led me here, the building itself made me a few seconds to forget about everything and just by opening his mouth, stand and admire its majestic beauty. Huge, long a few ordinary houses, four stories high, decorated with hundreds of intricately combines architectural elements, this monumental structure is not inhibited in its grandiosity. On the contrary, it seemed a real fairy-tale castle, openwork and air.
- What, lad, you admire? Look crow flies in your mouth!
- What? Excuse me, sir? - I turned on the look of a man to me. He was a young man, barely five years older than me, in a shabby black coat.
- Sir, well it is necessary. To me so rarely treated - the guy grinned. - They say that you admire? Beautiful house, huh?
- Well, good.
- Good, - he chuckled. - And you, mate, snickering. Although - he deliberately carefully looked around my clothes - maybe for you and just good. But sure, that you have never seen anyone more beautiful that the princess that lives here.
- Princess? What princess?
- Come on, are you seriously do not know? Here lives this stole, one look at her in the head starts to make noise, such beauty. Or maybe you really come here for the sake of it, eh?
- I do not understand what you mean, I'm just passing by.
I quickened my shal, and crossed to the other side of the street. Moving away fifty meters, I turned around. A strange young man was staring after me. Seeing that I turned my head, he raised his hand in mock salute.
Spitting, I hastened to depart even further. In a few hundred meters, I turned into a small alley that separates the next two quarters, and slowed his pace. What was not clear. One thing is clear, wait for darkness, guarding directly under the building - a bad idea, for the couple of hours that I have to walk here, I can become familiar cool. And it is not worth to forget about the likelihood that the house may be watched. For example, the same police. That's what was it now? What did he want from me? Clearly not an idle curiosity, very much suspect this young man behaved ...
Therefore, even a few minutes after standing in thought, I decided to look for an opportunity to get in the house right now and already there waiting for opportunities to get to the killer.
Turning on a parallel street, I decided to walk to the house, which, in theory, be in contact with the territories backyard desired me, planning to get through them. However, as it turned out, it was even easier. This house was so huge that his backyard, which actually was a tiny park, fenced elaborate wrought-iron fence, just himself and went on a parallel street.
Expecting anything up to instant arrest and detention, I, as could more confidently approached the small gate, adorned with gilded coat of arms, and opened it with his key. None of the few passers-by did not even turn his head. Apparently, he played the role of my rich clothes.
Once inside, I immediately locked the lock again.
Phew! Still ahead, but at least I'm inside. Fear that I see in the street is no longer worth it - the inner side of the yard along the fence, very close to each other, were planted some evergreen bushes that are completely cut off the view. But being discovered inside - could easily.
Park, of course, you could call the area only with a great deal of exaggeration, rather, it was a small square, which was about thirty full of trees and a lot of bushes trimmed in the form of animals and geometric shapes. Shelter, in theory, could be in a small traditional evergreen maze, but only, I believe that one only a close look into the yard of the house, floor commercials from third to fourth, then would reveal my location.
Fortunately, my attention was drawn to a tiny wing, on the left side of the square from me. Tiny him, semicircular windows were not illuminated, the door is locked, and I decided it was time to the dark it will be quite possible to sit out. Door, fortunately, without the slightest creak, obediently opened, and I slipped inside.
This premise is clearly functioned as economic, because there were no any signs of comfort, and in addition, was dumped gardening equipment and park furniture, which is clearly exhibited in the season. Considering the perfect hideaway, I locked the door from the inside and began to wait patiently, when, finally, it's dark.
Sheltered found in a pile of rubbish whether cloths, or simply obscure destination tufted rugs, I, unwittingly, fell asleep.
They woke me loud voices. Almost paralyzed with fear, I stopped and listened.
- Oh, and that we are now all night this little asshole search?
- Jory, you have heard that Ms. said. Find and bring the boy during that whatever the cost! You dare to disobey direct orders from her?
- No, what are you talking about, Martin, of course not. Just I think that it will be difficult to find him. What do you think, where could he go?
- Well, who knows. House we have already searched, there is not, in the territory, he also will not sit, if not an idiot, then find it easier than ever. Yes, I suppose in the back your shelter. I think it will be necessary to come back to.
- Well, yes, it has to go somewhere else.
We are talking on the street, clearly standing near the house, where I took refuge. Listening to the conversation, I slowly covered with goosebumps - men obviously talking about me. That is, I discovered and I are looking for? Well, maybe it's for the better, the more that they clearly seek to be in another place, at the time, how can I hide in the house, which had already been searched.
- And here it is not viewed? - lodge porch creaked.
- Duck locked as he hide here?
- Well, you have to check. Open.
Hearing the jingle of keys, I instantly cold sweat. Trying to move quickly, but quietly as possible, I huddled in the farthest corner, hidden behind a posed one to another garden table with wrought iron legs and cover with a blanket.
The door opened, and a part of the room was lit with light bulbs, he held in his hand one of the men. Lifting it above his head, he is not coming in, I looked at the door.
- Yes, I said the trapped here, how would he get in here? - a voice from behind him.
- Well, yes, you're right, no one. But it was necessary to check - the man left, the door slammed shut.
Relief after suffering stress, some time I just could not move, as if the muscles have turned to jelly. Lying on the dirt floor, I listened to the voices of the negotiators are becoming quieter and quieter.
Chapter 21.
Gone. I'm standing on all fours, crawled out from under the pile of furniture. Small semi-circular windows, beneath the ceiling of the room were quite dark. The sky was shining dots of stars.
Well, now that I am convinced that helping me to wait nowhere, it was somehow even easier. Words improvised fake Lady Elizabeth finally confirmed my belief that it was the detective passed me with giblets. he only knew that I finally figured out who the killer is.
Trying to operate as quietly as possible, I opened the door. The trees were dark pillars, casting long black shadows on a number of gas lamps illuminating a narrow promenade that runs along the house. In the park are now hidden was easy, but to sit there was no point. Locked the door of his temporary shelter, I came closer to the house, covered in dense bush.
Apparently, there was already late at night. The exact time I did not know, as Mr felt it necessary to take a watch. However, the findings of this could be done, for example, on a dull silence around and dark windows virtually throughout the building, ex
cept for a couple in the second and third floors.
Every second crouching fearfully and balls from every shadow, I ran across the yard lit section and climbed onto the back porch. With bated breath, praying only that the lock is not clicked, and there was no one behind the door, put in and turned the key. The door opened quietly, and silently congratulated himself on overcoming one more step, I slipped inside.
I found myself in a dark, unlit room. Lucky though that it was completely empty, otherwise would not escape me rumble and fall of furniture, which I would definitely come across when driving. I had a few minutes to stand still, until slightly adapted vision.
After a couple of minutes, I could see a doorway leading into a dark corridor. Going through it, I struggled listened to the environment, for fear of surprises - happen that, there was no place to hide. But luck is clearly accompanied me in the house was absolute silence.
After a few meters, I met the first door. It was unlocked, and was absolutely not interesting for me, as was in some kind of storeroom. Going further and looking down the road at all I found little room as one, turn out shopping, I finally reached the end of the corridor.
He ended with a small area is quite steep spiral staircase, which has its coils both up and down.
The idea is that it was necessary to move to the second floor, it is unlikely accommodations could be in the basement, but intuition persistently dragged me to it. Looking at the steps that went into absolutely inky darkness, I sighed and started down, his left hand gripping the railing to the right, just in case, holding the cocked crossbow.
After a couple of turns of the ladder over. Stepping from the last step, I almost smashed my nose, almost resting it against the wall. I had for a long time fumbling hands in the dark, until I was finally able to find in the dark contours of the doors and keyhole.
The door opened quietly, without the slightest creaking, opening a passage in a small room, which, oddly enough, was quite brightly lit. The room was round, without any conditions, except for the new spiral staircase in the center, which, this time, only led down.
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