It was not until very late in the afternoon that we hurried to a restaurant for a meal. A newspaper boy shouted at the door of the restaurant: "Murder, Consinton murder, mentally ill." The newspaper reports indicate that Mr. Huck finally published his report. The report occupied two columns of the pages, exaggerated the whole process, and the words were very beautiful. Sherlock put the newspaper on the condiment shelf and read it while eating. He laughed twice in a state of laughter.

He said: "Warson, it's amazing. You listen to these sentences: 'I'm excited to tell you that the view of this case is consistent, because the official experience of Mr. Restrade and the famous detective expert Mr. Sherlock Holmes both came to the same conclusion at the same time, that this ridiculous event that ended in tragic was definitely caused by the man's mental problems, not intentional murder. Only mental problems can be used to explain this matter.'

"Warson, if you know how to use it, newspapers can be a very precious tool. If you finish eating, we will go to Consinton immediately to see if we can get any clues from the manager of the Harding Brothers store."

The person who founded this big store was a short, thin and small man, smart and capable, quick-witted, flexible-minded, and good at speaking.

"Yes, sir, I have seen this news in the Evening News. Mr. Hack is our customer. The half-body statue I sold to him a few months ago. We have entered three such half-body statues from the Gailders in Stipney, and now they have been bought by others. Who bought it? I just need to look through the sales accounts and tell you immediately. Yes, it is written here. Mr. Hack you have seen has bought one, and Mr. Yosha Brown of Golden Linka Street in Cheswick. The other one is Rui

Mr. Sandford from Xiajung Street, Ding District bought it. I have never seen you. I have never seen the person in your photo. If I have seen it, I will always remember him because his appearance is too ugly. Are there any Italians among our clerks? Yes, there are several Italians who are porters and cleaners in our store. It is very difficult for them to peek at the sales account book. But there is no need to hide the account book. Yes, yes, this is indeed too outrageous. I hope you can tell me after you find out what results you find."

When Mr. Harding was saying this, Sherlock Holmes remembered something, and I thought he was particularly satisfied with the progress of the matter. But he said nothing, and only said that we must go back immediately, or we would delay the date with Mr. Restrade. He was very right. When we rushed to Baker Street, the detective had been waiting there, and could see that he was very upset, and he kept walking around the house. From his serious expression, he had gained a lot from his work on this day.

He asked, "How is it? Mr. Holmes, what are you getting?"

My partner replied: "We have been busy all day, but there are many gains. We have found retailers and wholesale manufacturers. Now, I can investigate every half-body statue from the source."

"Half-body statue!" Restrade said loudly: "Forget it, forget it, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I have no reason to interfere with you when you act in your way, but I think your achievements this day are not as great as mine. I have investigated the identity of the victim."

"Are you right?"

"And the reason for the crime has been investigated clearly."

"marvelous!"

"We have a police officer who is specifically responsible for the Italian district, named Safren Hill. The victim had a token of Catholics on his neck, and his skin was a little dark. I concluded that he might have come from southern Europe. As soon as he saw the dead body, he could tell that it was him. This man is from Naples, named Piedro Venucci, a famous outlaw in London and has a relationship with the mafia. You know, the mafia is a confidential political organization, and the way they maintain the party rules is to murder.

.You can see some clues about the case now. In addition, the possibility of that person being an Italian is very high, and he is also a member of the Mafia. Perhaps he violated the rules of the Mafia. Piedro has been following him behind, and the person in his pocket was a photo of the person, which was to prevent the wrong person from killing. He followed the man behind and saw him walking into a house, so he waited for him outside, and later unfortunately ruined his life during the struggle. Mr. Sherlock Holmes, what do you think?"

Holmes slammed his chest excitedly and praised: "Great! Restrade, great! But you still didn't explain to me the smashed half-body statues."

"Body statues! You only remember those half-body statues. It's just a trivial matter, a simple stealing, and it's hard to close for six months. Now, the key thing we need to investigate is the murder case. I can say this to you, and I've found all the clues."

“What should I do next?”

"The next step is very easy. I want to go to the Italian area with Hill, find out the person according to the film, and then arrest him for murder. Would you like to go with us?"

"I won't go. I think we can do our things more easily. Of course I'm not sure, because everything is all about - a factor that we can't grasp at all. But the hope is very great - it can be said that we have mastered two-thirds - if you act with us tonight, I can help you catch him."

“Is it the Italian region?”

"No, I think it's a little more likely to catch him in Cheswick. Lestrade, if you go to Cheswick with me tonight, tomorrow I will be able to go to Italy with you tomorrow. It's okay to delay one night. Now the most important thing for all of us is to sleep a few hours, because we're leaving at eleven o'clock, and maybe it will take a whole night. Have dinner with us, Lestrade, after you finish eating, you'll sleep on the sofa. Watson, please call the person who sends the express and ask him to come here immediately, and I'm going to send a very important letter soon."

Sherlock Holmes went to the attic and searched for the old newspaper book that was placed inside. When he came down, his eyes were full of smug eyes, but he did not tell us what he had found. Regarding myself, because I followed up on all aspects of this complicated case, so although I didn't know what we would do in the end, I still knew very well that Holmes was waiting for the weird criminal to smash the remaining two half-body statues. I remember one in Cheswick. It was very clear that capturing him on the spot was the purpose of our trip. I must admire my partner's intelligence. In order to make the criminal think that he could continue to commit the crime without being punished, my friend posted a false news in the Evening News. I was not surprised at all. When Holmes asked me to bring a pistol, he himself brought his favorite shotgun with his favorite.

At eleven o'clock, a four-wheeled carriage parked at the door, and we took the car to a place opposite Hammersmith Bridge. After arriving, we asked the driver to wait for us outside. Later, we walked for a while and came to a secluded avenue with gorgeous houses on both sides of the avenue, each with a separate garden. Under the illumination of street lights, we found that there was a sign of "Golden-Lianhua Villa" hanging on the door of the middle of them. It was obvious that the owner was already asleep. Because it was pitch black all around, only a circle of hazy lights shone out from the air window on the hall door and projected onto the garden path. Where we hid was a deep black shadow cast in the garden by the wooden fence that separated the garden and the avenue.

Holmes whispered: "We may wait a long time. Thank God, tonight is a clear night. Although we cannot kill time with smoking, the possibility of our victory is very high, so it is worth it to suffer such a little bit of hardship."

Unexpectedly, our waiting time was much shorter than Holmes had imagined, and the method of closing was very accidental and strange. At first there was no sign of anyone coming. The door of the garden was occasionally pushed open, and a quick-moving black figure walked through the path of the garden like a monkey. We found that the black shadow quickly passed through the light from the air window on the ground and disappeared in the dark shadow of the house. It was silent for a long time. We all held our breath, and then a subtle crunch came. Someone opened the window. The crunch was gone, and then the guy planned to go to the house. We found that a dark lantern was lit in the house. It was obvious that he did not find what he wanted there, because we later found that the second and third windows had the lights respectively.

Lestrade whispered: "Let's go to the open window and when he comes out of it, he will be able to catch him."

But before we could take action, the guy came out. When he walked to the place where the light of the air window hit, we found a white thing sandwiched under his armpit. He looked around with fear and found that there was no one on the street, without any sound. He became more courageous. He turned his back to us and put the things in his hand down. Then a loud "splash" sound came out, followed by a rattle. When this guy was busy with his own affairs, Holmes rushed towards him like a tiger. Restrade and I immediately twisted one of his arms and held him with handcuffs. When we turned him around, an ugly face with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek appeared in front of me. He was the person in the photo in our hand. The muscles on his face were twitching, and the eyes were full of hatred.

But Holmes didn't care about the man we caught. He squatted on the steps, concentrating on checking the items that the man stole from the house - a half-body statue of Napoleon, which was no different from what we saw that morning, and was also smashed into pieces. Holmes took each piece of fragments under the light and observed them carefully, but each piece was exactly the same as the other pieces, without any difference. He had just finished checking, and the light in the living room in the house was on. The door was pushed open, and a kind, fat man stood in front of us, wearing a shirt and trousers, and he was the owner of the house.

"If I guess correctly, you are Mr. Josha Brown, right?"

"Yes, sir, you must be Mr. Sherlock Holmes? I received the letter you asked the sender to send the express, and then I will do it strictly according to your requirements. We lock all the doors from inside and wait for things to happen. I am very happy that you can catch this hooligan. Please come in and have some tea."

However, Restrade urgently needed to send the murderer to a place that was hard to escape, so a few minutes later he called over the taxi carriage that was waiting for us outside the door. On the way back to London, the murderer said nothing and kept staring at us with hatred. Once, my hand was approaching him, and he grabbed me like a hungry wolf. We stayed in the police station for a few minutes and learned about his search results. Only a few shillings were found from him, a long knife in a scabbard, with many fresh blood stains on the handle.

As we left, Restrade said: "Don't worry, Officer Hill knows these hooligans very well, and his name will be known immediately. Look, it's right that I said they had a relationship with the Mafia. But Mr. Holmes, I still thank you for being able to catch him so brilliantly, but I still don't know the details of this."

Sherlock Holmes said: "It's late at night and it's not convenient to explain. In addition, there are some problems that have not been thoroughly solved, and this case has to be deeply investigated. If you can come to my house at 6 o'clock tomorrow night, I absolutely guarantee that even if you don't understand the essence of this case at this moment, you will know it. This case is very distinctive and can be called unparalleled in criminal cases. Watson, if I allow you to continue recording some of the cases I handle, I can guarantee that this strange case about the half-body statue of Napoleon will definitely add glory to your narrative."

The next night, when Restrade came to us, the situation of the murderer had already been cleared. The murderer's name was Bebo, and his surname was unclear. He was a famous idle villain in Italy. He was very good at carving. He had earned money seriously for a while, but later he became unemployed. He went to prison twice, one of the stealing, and the other was the killing of one of his compatriots that we all knew. He spoke very well in English. The real reason for breaking these half-body statues has not been clarified, because he avoided answering these questions. However, the police felt that the possibility of these statues being made by him was very high.

Because he did these things when he was at the Gailders. Although we were almost clear about these situations, Holmes listened attentively out of courtesy. Because I knew him so well, it was obvious that he was thinking about other things, and I also saw a little worried and expectant in his usual expression. Later, he suddenly stood up from the chair, his eyes full of luster. The sound of a doorbell came, and then footsteps came from the stairs, and an old man with a rosy complexion and a gray-faced face was covered with beard. A handbag that was no longer popular was carried by him in his right hand. After walking into the room, he put the bag on the table.

"Is Mr. Sherlock Holmes here?"

My partner smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "You should be Mr. Sandford of Reeding, right?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, the train went down, so it was late. You mentioned the half-body statue I bought in my letter."

"That's right."

"Your letter is here. In the letter you say, 'I want to buy a copy of the Napoleon's body statue of Diwan, and I'm willing to buy the one you have in your hand for ten pounds.' Yes?"

"That's right."

"I felt very strange when I received your letter because I don't understand how you knew I had such a half-body statue."

"You will definitely find it strange, but the reason is very simple. Mr. Harding of the Harding Brothers company told us that you were the buyer of their last statue and gave me your address."

"Oh, so that's it. Did he tell you how much it cost to sell it to me?"

"This is not."

"I am very honest, although I am not very rich. I bought the statue for fifteen shillings. I think it is necessary to let you understand this before I charge you ten pounds."

"Mr. Sandford, you are such a good person, but since I have set the price, I cannot repent."

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, you are very generous. I have brought the statue as you told me, and it is here!" He opened his handbag and brought it to the table. Therefore, we finally saw a complete half-body statue of Napoleon. Before that, we had only seen fragments.

Sherlock Holmes took a note and a ten-pound note from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Mr. Sandford, please sign this note, and they can serve as witnesses. This proves that I really have the power to dominate this statue. I am a very principled person, and no one can predict what will happen in this world in the future. Thank you very much, Mr. Sandford. I will give you money and wish you a good dream."

After our guests left, I began to pay attention to Sherlock Holmes's movements. He found a clean white cloth from the drawer and spread it on the table. Then he placed the half-bodied statue he had just bought in the center of the white cloth, then took out his shotgun, and smashed it hard towards the head of the statue. In a blink of an eye, the statue became some fragments. Holmes immediately snatched the table to check the fragments of the statue. After a while, he shouted excitedly, lifting a piece of fragments, with a round, dark color, embedded in it like a raisin on the pudding.

He said loudly: "Sir, let me introduce you to the famous Black Pearl of Boggias."

Restrade and I were stunned for a moment, and then we couldn't help clapping our hands, just like seeing the climax of a movie. Sherlock Holmes's face, which was not a little color, also bowed deeply to us, like the drama master cheered and thanked the audience. It was in this situation that he could temporarily stop his rational thinking and reveal his normal expression of like to accept others' praise. His original arrogant and indifferent nature, and once hated worldly honor, was deeply moved by the surprises and praises from his friends at this moment.

He said: "It's true, gentlemen, this is the most famous pearl in the world. I'm so lucky that I can trace from a series of speculations from the place where the pearl was lost - the living room where the Prince of Cologne lived in the Dakore Hotel - to the six Napoleon busts of the Stipene District Gaelde Company, and finally found it in the last one. Lestrade, you should not forget the sensation caused by the loss of this precious pearl. The police went through hardships and failed to investigate clearly. They asked me for advice, but I couldn't solve it. The princess' maid became the object of suspicion, she was an Italian. We investigated that she had a brother in London, but what was the relationship between them?

We did not find out. The maid is named Lucrezia Venucci. I believe that the Petro who was killed two days ago was her brother. I learned from the date in the old newspaper that the two days before Bebo was arrested for a fight was the day when the pearl was lost. Bebo was arrested at the factory of the Geld Company, where these six half-body statues were being made in the factory. Now, you can figure out the order of the incident, but your way of doing it is the opposite of mine. At that time, Bebo had already obtained the pearl, and it is very likely that he stole it from Petro, or he was accomplice with Pitro, and it was also possible that he was a middleman between Pitro and his sister. But it doesn't matter if we don't understand this.

"The key is that he brought the pearl on his body, and the police were chasing him. When he arrived at the workplace, he knew that there were only a few minutes left to hide the priceless treasure, otherwise he would be taken away by the police. At that time, the six Napoleon plaster statues were placed in the corridor and dried, and one of them was not hard. Beppow was a experienced worker. He immediately pounded a small hole in the wet plaster statue, hid the pearl inside, and then repaired the statue to its original state. This method of hiding things is so wonderful that ordinary people cannot think of. But Beppow stayed in prison for a whole year, and at the same time, the six half-body statues were sold to different places in London. He didn't know which statue the pearl was in.

It is useless to sway because the pearl was stuck tightly by the wet plaster, so the pearl could only be found by breaking the plaster image. Beppow was not discouraged, and continued to search smartly and patiently. He learned from his cousin who worked in the Gaeld Company that the six half-body statues were purchased and retail companies. He used his clever mind to fix the work in Moss Hudson, so the whereabouts of the three statues were clearly known. Unfortunately, there was no pearl in these three statues. Later, he received the help of an Italian employee and learned the whereabouts of the other three statues. One was at Mr. Huck's house. There his accomplice followed him, and the man felt that he was responsible for the disappearance of the pearl. Later, during the fight, he killed his accomplice."

I asked, "If this guy was his accomplice, why would he carry his photo with you?"

"Bring the photo to find him, because this man might have to ask Bebo from someone else. This is a very obvious truth. I concluded that Bebo might move faster after killing his accomplices and would never delay. Because he was afraid that the police would know his secrets, he had to handle everything before the police arrived. However, I cannot be sure if he found the pearl from the half-body statue of Hack, and I cannot be sure that he was looking for something, but I am sure he was looking for something, because every time he got the half-body statue, he would find a garden with lights before breaking it after walking through several houses. If the half-body statue of Hack, he would have to go through the houses and break it.

The body statue is only one out of three, so that the opportunity for pearls is only one-third of what I told you. There are two left, and there is no doubt that he will first find the one in London. I informed the owner of the house in advance to prevent any unfortunate incident. After we got there, everything went smoothly. Obviously, at this time I knew very well that what we were looking for was the Pearl of Boggias. The name of the deceased connected these things together. Now there is only the half-body statue in the Reeding District, and the pearl must be in that statue. I bought you as witnesses from the owner of the statue—the pearl will be here.”

We sat there for a long time at a loss.

Lestrade said: "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I have seen many cases you have solved, but the case is the most wonderful to solve. Our Scottish police yard will not be jealous of you, no, sir. We all regard you as a kind of pride. As long as you go to the Scottish police yard tomorrow, whether it is an old or a young policeman, everyone will happily shake hands with you and pay tribute."
Chapter completed!