RACHE

"How?" Restrade said loudly as if the circus owner boasted about his trick. "No one saw it, because it was in the darkest corner of the house, and no one would think of seeing it here. This was written by the murderer dipped in his own blood. Look, there are traces of blood flowing down the wall! It can be seen that the dead were by no means suicide. Why was it written in this corner? Look at the candle on the fireplace, lit it, and the corner of the wall is the brightest rather than the darkest place."

Gleason said contemptuously: "But, what does this word mean?"

"What does it mean? This means that the murderer wants to write a woman's name "Rachel", but for some reason, the murderer has not had time to finish it. Remember my words first, and after the case is solved, you will definitely find that a woman named "Rachel" is related to this case. Of course, Mr. Holmes, even though you can make a decision like a god, you can laugh at me, but Jiang is still so hot."

When Holmes heard what he said, he couldn't help laughing loudly, and this laughter angered the little man. Holmes said, "I'm so sorry! It was indeed the first time you discovered this word, you made great contributions. And as you said, this word was indeed written by another person in the tragedy last night. I didn't have time to check the room just now. If you don't mind, I want to start checking now."

Sherlock Holmes said, quickly taking out the tape measure and a large circular magnifying glass from his pocket, and then walking around the house, standing, squatting, and once lying on the ground. He was working intently, as if we didn't exist, and he kept whistling on his own, sometimes exclaiming, sometimes sighing, sometimes whistling, sometimes whistling, sometimes whistling, sometimes whistling, sometimes whistling, sometimes whistling. Seeing his appearance, I couldn't help but think of the well-trained purebred hound, running around in the jungle, barking

, he would never give up until he smelled the traces of his prey. He checked for twenty minutes and carefully measured the distance between some traces, and those traces could not be seen by the naked eye. He occasionally made people measure the wall for no reason. Later, he pinched a small pinch of gray dust from somewhere on the floor and carefully put it into an envelope. Then he carefully checked the blood words on the wall with a letter and a letter. Then he put the tape measure and magnifying glass back into his pocket with satisfaction.

He smiled and said, "Some people say that hard work makes geniuses. Although this definition is a bit arbitrary, it is indeed the case when it comes to detective work."

Gleason and Restrade looked at Sherlock Holmes' every move with curiosity and contempt. Obviously they did not understand that Holmes - I have seen it - in fact, each of his, even the most subtle movements, had its practical and clear purpose.

"Sir, have you seen something?" the two of them asked together.

"If I intervene, I will inevitably compete with you for merit. You are progressing very well now and there is no need for anyone to intervene." Sherlock Holmes said sarcastically: "If you tell me the progress of the investigation at any time, I will do my best to help. Now I still want to talk to the patrolman who found the body. Do you know his name and address?"

Lestrade looked at his notepad and said, "His name is John Lance, and he lives at No. 46, Audrey Courtyard, now he is off work, you can go there to find him."

Sherlock Holmes recorded the address.

"Let's go, doctor, let's go to him." He first talked to me, then turned to the two detectives and said, "Tell you something that helped this case. This is the murder case. The murderer was a middle-aged man over six feet tall. His feet were a little small, wearing thick leather boots with square heads, smoking Indian cigars. He came in the same carriage as the deceased. The horse pulling the carriage had three hooves that were old, and only the hooves that were right front hooves were new. The murderer might be a red-faced man, and his right fingernail was very long. Just that, I hope it would help you."

Restrade and Gleason looked at each other and smiled suspiciously.

Restrade asked, "If he was killed, then what method did he die?"

"Poisoned," Holmes replied simply, then walked out the door, and when he reached the door, he turned around and added: "Add to add, Restrade, in German, the word 'Riche' means revenge, please don't waste your time looking for 'Miss Rescheer'."

After saying that, Sherlock Holmes turned around and left, leaving the two detectives there in a daze.

[1] Cremona is the famous violin origin in Italy.—Translator's note

[2] Antonio Stradivari: Cremona violin maker, died in 1737. - Translator's note

[3] From the 16th to the 17th century, the Amati family of Cremona was famous for making good violins.—Translator's Note
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