After I said hello to Mrs. Hudson and passed through the dark, narrow and tiny stairs to upstairs, I saw Sherlock Holmes was standing in front of the only window in the living room, and looked outside at the crowded streets as he usually did. “Watson, did you bring anything interesting for me today?” He turned with his violin, which is the one he rarely took outside of the box. “Well, I …” I was trying to say something, but I could not when I saw Irene Adler come out from Holmes’s room.
“Perhaps, Mr. Holmes needs to say something before I talk, I believe.” I smiled at Irene Alder as a gentleman usually does to the lady and stood up from the chair, “Mrs. Adler, how nice to see you here! Please sit.” Irene Adler smiled like a canary and her lovely voice came out of her mouth with a little cunning, “Thank you, Dr. Watson. You are so gentlemanly as usual.”
“How long since we meet each other last time? I believe since…” I was trying make my voice not obviously excited, controlled my facial muscles calmed down and started to surmised her relationship with Holmes. When a woman comes out from a man’s personal room in the early morning, the relationship they might have should be so obvious; however, this normal situational conclusion cannot be used on Sherlock Holmes.
“Do not try to use your pitiful brain to image any ridiculous thing that connects with hormone, Doctor.” Holmes cut the conversation and walked towards me, “How much do you know about Prince Harry?”
“Prince Harry? Well, the only thing I know about him is he’s going to marry minister’s daughter next month in the imperial palace.”
“I have to say, Doctor, you are too uninformed,” said Holmes, slowly sitting into his armchair at the corner of the room and putting his hands together, as was his custom when thinking. “Mrs. Adler, actually, bring a very interesting news about a murder case to me last night that Prince Harry was been killed in his apartment. Don’t be so shocked, my dear Watson. The royal family has forbid this news, so only few people know this right now. I heard that Prince Harry had received a threating letter last week and people in the palace believed that there must be someone who wants to kill Prince Harry. One thing made me so interested in this case is that according to the butler’s speaking, no one went to his apartment last night. Also, after Prince Harry went to his room, he was called away all the servants. So how did Prince Harry been killed in his own room?”
“Well…Maybe someone came through the wall and climbed the tree to Prince Harry’s room?”
Irene Adler stroked her smoothing brown hair and laughed loudly without any maiden image, “Oh, Doctor. I don’t know you have such an imagination! So why Prince Harry did not call servants to help?” I blushed quickly because I did not know how to plead against her and stirred my fingers uncomfortably in the sofa. “Actually, the security system in the apartment is completely perfect that if anyone...