Chapter 4 The Redhead Club(2/5)
I really want to do something to give back to this ancient city. I also heard people say that the red hair they require must be a real fiery red. Light red or dark red are not qualified, and it is useless to apply. Okay
, Mr. Wilson, if you really want to apply for the job, go ahead! However, for a mere few hundred pounds, it may not be worth it to you if there is any trouble.'
Gentlemen, as you can see now, my hair is a real fiery red color. So, I thought at that time, if I need to compete with others for this position, then I will definitely have an easier time than others.
The winner. It seemed that Vincent Spaulding knew more about this matter, so I thought he might be able to help me a little bit. So, I asked him to close the doors and windows and accompany me to apply for the job immediately.
That position. Of course he was happy to have a day off for no reason, so we temporarily stopped business and went to the address advertised.
Mr. Holmes, I really don't want to see that scene again. A group of people from different directions, with hair of different shades of hair, flocked to the city to apply for jobs according to the addresses provided in the advertisements. Fleet Street was full of people.
They were all red-haired people. From a distance, the heads looked like there were as many oranges on the carts of fruit vendors. A small advertisement actually attracted so many people from all over the country. It really impressed me.
Surprisingly, the hair of these people is even more colorful, including straw yellow, lemon color, orange, brick red, liver purple, khaki, and the colors of Irish long-haired dogs. However, unlike Spurs,
Erdin said the same thing, there are not many truly pure fiery red hair here. When I saw so many people waiting, I was a little disappointed and wanted to give up at that time. But Spohr
But Ding tried his best to stop me. He pushed and pulled me from the crowd to the front of the office building, and walked all the way to the steps of the office. There were two groups of people on the stairs, one group was going in full of hope.
, the other group came out dejectedly. We tried our best to squeeze into the crowd, and then we were squeezed into the office by the crowd without even realizing it.
The client paused, took a deep puff of snuff on his hand, thought for a moment, and was about to continue speaking when Mr. Holmes spoke: "Your story is really interesting. Please continue."
There were only a few wooden chairs and a desk in the office. Behind that desk, a little man with hair redder than mine sat there. He would follow everyone who came to him.
The applicants would chat for a few words, and then they would try their best to find out what was wrong with them and end up being unqualified. It seemed that it was very difficult to get a position. But despite this, when it was our turn, this little man did not look like
Being so picky about others was much nicer than before. As soon as we walked in, he closed the door and started talking to us alone.
My buddy introduced the man: 'This is my boss, Mr. Jabez Wilson, and he wants to apply for the vacant position at the Red-headed Society.'
The other party immediately replied: 'It looks like he is very suitable for our position! He basically meets all our requirements. So far, I don't remember anyone with better hair color than him.' He stepped back.
He took a step forward, tilted his head, and stared at my hair for a long time, until I was at a loss. Then he stepped forward, took my hand, congratulated me, and told me that I had been successful.
Admitted.
He said: 'It seems that we have found the person we need. But, I'm sorry, just to be cautious, and I also believe that you can understand my mood.' As he said this, he grabbed it with both hands.
He pulled my hair up hard, and it hurt so much that I screamed before letting him go. Then he told me: 'I saw you crying. Obviously, I think your conditions are too in line with our requirements.
But I have to be careful, because we have been deceived twice before. Two bastards with wigs and a hair dyer almost deceived us. He even used shoe wax to dye his hair red, don't you think it's disgusting?
?' Then he walked to the window and shouted outside: 'The candidate we want is already there.' Then there was a sigh of disappointment under the window, and the crowd began to slowly disperse, heading in the direction they came from.
After they left, only me and the two red-haired people were left.
He said: 'My name is Duncan Ross. I am currently a beneficiary of the Red-headed Society Fund. Mr. Wilson, are you married and starting a family?'
I replied: "Never."
His face suddenly darkened.
Then he said with a serious face: 'Oh! This matter is a bit serious! This can only make me feel sorry for you. After all, the purpose of our founder's original establishment of this fund was, on the one hand, to better
To protect the lives of red-haired people, on the other hand, it is also to increase the number of red-haired people. But it is such a pity that you have remained single.'
Mr. Holmes, when I heard these words, I couldn't help but feel very discouraged. At that time, I thought to myself, this is over, and the fat that is about to reach my mouth will not be eaten anymore. But he thought for a while, and then said to me
:'It's nothing.' He said: 'If it were another person, it might be a big misfortune. However, your hair grows so well, so I think we should make an exception for a person like you.
.So, when can you come to work?'
I said, 'Oh, this might not be easy to deal with because I have a store of my own to look after.'
Vincent Spaulding said from the side: 'It doesn't matter, I will still be there then!'
I asked: 'How do you arrange your commuting time?'
'Between 10 a.m. and 2 p.m.'
Mr. Holmes, you know that pawnshop owners do most of their business at night, especially on Thursday and Friday nights. These are also the two days before wages are paid, so making more money in the morning is what I want most.
I do it, and I know my clerk relatively well. If I leave the store to him, I should be able to rest assured.
I said, 'This job is perfect for me, so what's the salary?'
'Four pounds a week.'
'What about job responsibilities?'
'It's just a name.'
'Fake name? What do you mean?'
'Oh, that's right. In other words, you must stay at your job during the entire working time, or at least cannot leave the building. Once you leave there, it means that you have voluntarily given up.
This is clearly stated in the founder's will. Even leaving the office for one minute during working hours is a violation of the regulations.'
I said, 'It's only 4 hours in total, and I will definitely stick with you.'
Mr. Duncan Ross said: 'Sickness, business or any other reason is not an excuse for you to leave. You must stay in the office, otherwise you will lose your job.'
'What exactly is your job?'
'Your job is to copy the Encyclopedia Britannica, and here is the first volume of that edition. You will have to bring your own ink, pen and blotting paper. All we can provide is this table and this chair. You will start tomorrow
Can you come to work?'
I replied: 'No problem.'
'Well, Mr. Jabez Wilson, see you tomorrow and congratulate you again on this important position!' He bowed to me and said goodbye. I left there immediately and went home with my buddy.
Good luck came to me all of a sudden. I was so happy that I didn't even know what to do.
Oh, I have been thinking about it all day, and at night, my mood suddenly became depressed, because I always felt that this was a scam, although I didn’t understand what their purpose was. Someone like this
It was too unrealistic to make a will or give so much money to someone to do such a simple job as copying the Encyclopedia Britannica. Vincent Spaulding tried every means to comfort me. Towards the end of the day
When I went to bed, I had already made a decision on this matter. No matter what happened, I would go and take a look the next day to find out what was going on. So, I spent a penny the next day,
I bought a bottle of ink, a quill, and seven large sheets of writing paper, and set out for my work place.
Oh, to my surprise, things went very smoothly. Someone had already set the table for me, and Mr. Duncan Ross arrived there early to guide me in my work. He told me to start copying from the letter A and arrange my work.
After that, he left, but he would come in from time to time and ask about the progress of my work. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, he said goodbye to me and praised me for copying a lot! I just left the office,
He locked the door.
Mr. Holmes, things went on like this, and on Saturday the man came to my office and paid me four pounds in gold coins as my wages for a week's work. The same thing happened the next week, and so on.
It was still the same after a week. I kept the regular schedule of going to work there at 10 am every day and getting off work at 2 pm. Gradually, Mr. Duncan Ross came less and less, and sometimes he might only come once in the morning. Again
After a while, he stopped coming. Of course, I still stayed in the office very carefully, because I felt that he might come at any time. Besides, this job is indeed very comfortable, especially for me. I
I don't want to lose such a good job.
"In this way, eight weeks passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, I copied the terms 'abbot', 'armor', 'architecture' and 'Athenians'. And I hope to work harder, so that I can
I could quickly start copying the entries starting with the letter B. For this purpose, I spent a lot of money to buy large-page writing paper, and the things I copied almost filled a shelf. However, immediately after, the whole thing suddenly changed.
The child stopped suddenly."
"Stop suddenly?"
"That's right, sir. It's stopped. Just this morning, I went to work on time at 10 o'clock as usual, but I found that the door was locked, and there was a small square card pinned with a thumbtack in the crack of the door.
Well, this is it, you can take a look."
He held a white card about the size of a note paper in his hand, which read:
The Red Hair Society has announced its dissolution and is hereby notified.
October 9, 1890
We didn't understand what was going on with such a short announcement, and then we saw the annoyance and worry on the face of the person standing behind. This thing seemed so funny to us, so let's temporarily
Forgetting other things, Sherlock Holmes and I burst into laughter.
Our client became anxious all of a sudden, his face turned red and his neck thickened, and he shouted angrily: "Do you think it's funny? If you can't do anything meaningful other than making fun of people, I'll find someone else immediately.
"
Holmes said loudly: "No, don't do this." He pushed Wilson, who had stood up with excitement, back into his chair, and said at the same time: "I promise to take over your case no matter what. It is really extraordinary.
It feels very strange. But if you don't mind, I want to say that this thing is indeed a bit ridiculous. May I ask, what did you do after you saw the card on the door? "
Sir, I was so surprised that I felt at a loss for a while. I asked the neighbors near the office, but none of them seemed to know about it. Finally, I went to find the landlord. He lived downstairs and worked in finance.
.I asked him to tell me if something happened to the Red Hair Club. He said that he had never heard of this group at all. I then asked him about the identity of Mr. Duncan Ross, and he said that he did not know him either.
I said, 'Well, that's the gentleman who lives in No. 7.' 'Oh, you mean the red-haired guy?'
'right.'
He said: 'Oh, his name is William Morris, he is a lawyer, he is renting temporarily because his new house has not been decorated yet, and he just moved out yesterday.'
'Where can I find him?'
'Oh, you can go and see his new office. I know his new address. Yes, it's 17 King Edward Street, not far from St. Paul's Church.'
Mr. Holmes, I did not dare to delay at all, and went to him immediately. However, when I found the place, I found that it was a knee brace manufacturer, and no one there knew that this was called William Morris or Duncan Ross.
people.
To be continued...