At this time, our landlord, Mrs. Hudson, came into the house and she handed us a business card, a lady's business card. Sherlock Holmes glanced, stretched his eyebrows, and handed it to me.

He said to Mrs. Hudson: "Please ask Mrs. Hilda Trifinney Hope to come upstairs."

Two major events happened in our room after a while. The first thing of all, of course, was to receive the visit of Mrs. Hope, the first beauty in London. I have long heard of the beauty of the youngest daughter of the Duke of Belminster. I am so honored to have finally had the opportunity to meet her. However, the deep impression on us by her arrival today was not her beauty. Although her cheeks were very cute, they looked pale due to excessive excitement. Although her eyes were bright, they seemed anxious and uneasy. Her sensitive little mouth was closed tightly because she tried her best to restrain herself.

"Mr. Holmes, has my husband been to you?"

"Well, that's it, ma'am."

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I beg you not to tell him about my coming here."

Sherlock Holmes answered her coldly, but did not forget to ask her to sit down.

"Madam, don't you feel tired when you stand like this? Let me be frank, I can only do my best to agree to your request."

Mrs. Hop walked lightly towards the armchair. She was tall and graceful and charming when she walked.

As soon as Hope sat down, she showed her heartfelt and restless expression. She whispered: "Mr. Holmes, I will tell you my troubles without any concealment. I also hope that you can answer some things I don't know without any concealment. I love my husband very much, and my husband loves me very much, but he cares about national affairs more than me. He never talks about national affairs in front of me. I only knew today that my husband was in big trouble, and he told me that he had lost a document. Because this document is related to national affairs, he did not tell me in detail what kind of document he had lost. I want to know what the matter is. I know that not many people know about this matter, and very few can be said to be, but I know that you know about this matter. I am sincerely willing to share the pain and worries for my husband. Please tell me what kind of document he had stole?"

"Madam, I can't answer your request."

She sighed in pain, lowered her head and covered her face with her hands.

"I'm sorry, I can only answer your request like this. If Mr. Hope thought it was necessary to tell you this, he would have told you a long time ago. I was the detective investigating the case, so he had to tell me. This matter is extraordinary and not everyone can know. You should ask your husband."

"In fact, I asked him, and he still did not talk about national affairs in front of me like usual. I really had no choice but to come to you. Even if you give me a little tip, I would be satisfied."

"What tips do you want?"

“Will my husband’s political career be affected by this?”

"If the lost document can be retrieved, it will be fine, but if it cannot be retrieved, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"God!" She made a prayer gesture, as if the stone hanging in her heart had finally fallen.

"Mr. Holmes, I would like to ask you a question. My husband said something in shock when he found the document was lost. I could hear from his words that the loss of this document could cause terrible consequences in the public."

"Since he said that, I don't deny it."

"What kind of consequences will it cause?"

"Please forgive me for not being able to tell me. Madam."

"Well, I won't waste your precious time anymore. Mr. Holmes, I won't blame you. I came to you because I trusted you very much. I know you won't tell others that I have visited you, right?"

When she walked to the door, she turned around and looked at us. Her beautiful and anxious face, her horrified eyes and her tightly closed mouth left a last impression on me. Finally she left.

We watched Mrs. Hop leave our room. Sherlock Hop took another sip of cigarette and said to me with a smile: "Warson, guess what the hell is Mrs. Hop doing? What is her intention?"

"She has told us a long time ago, we can tell from her expression that what she is saying is true."

"You underestimate her too much, Watson. We can not only see her uneasiness from her expression, but also see more problems. At least we can see that she is very concerned about this matter."

"You're right."

"Also, she repeatedly asked us not to tell anyone about her visit to us today, especially her husband, Mr. Hope. Don't you think this is strange? The position she was sitting in today's visit was a deviant angle. She set her own position at the beginning, and she was trying her best to hide something."

"I feel this way, too. She is really worried."

"It is indeed difficult to guess the motives of women. You shouldn't have forgotten that Magath woman? I suspected that she was for the same reason at that time. And I didn't apply powder to her nose to unravel the doubts. We can't underestimate such women, their every move is very suspicious. I will continue to discuss with you later."

"Are you going out?"

"Well, I'm going to go to Goldfen Street now, and I'm going to talk to the police. According to my opinion, the stolen confidential documents must not be missing the character Edvado Lucas. As for what will happen in the end, I won't speculate. I have to grasp some clues, which will be of great help to crack the stolen confidential documents."

For several days, my friend Holmes has been working hard for this big case. He is full of energy. Although there has not been any progress in solving the big case, he is still confident. He devotes all his energy to solving the case. In my opinion, this is a good sign of theft of confidential documents. Sherlock Holmes used to meet the challenge in this way. Back in the house on Baker Street, he did not talk about the case in front of me. I learned about the development of the case from the newspaper. The newspaper reported that Lucas's male servant John Mitton was suspected of being involved in the case, but the investigation later turned out to be

It shows that John Miton has nothing to do with the case. The forensic investigation shows that this is a intentional murder case, and the murderer is not sure who it is. The motive for the crime is not understood. The deceased Lucas lived a wealthy life during his lifetime, had a wide range of social interactions, and knew all kinds of people. After careful investigation, the deceased Lucas was very concerned about international politics during his lifetime, and he commented on the international political situation very well. He also had close relationships with leaders of many countries. The deceased Lucas had a very chaotic relationship with women, but the relationship between the two sides was not deep. He gave people the impression of a romantic gentleman. His death has always been incredible.

The deceased Lucas's male servant Midton once became the focus of the police's crackdown on the murder case, thinking that he was the murderer. The police did this because of helplessness. They had no other way except to treat Midton as a suspect. But the facts were better than words. The male servant Midton did visit Hamlsmi's friend that night, and his friends could testify. The time when the male servant Midton left his friend's house was the time of the incident. The male servant Midton could not have the clone technique, and they were in the same place.

Time was in two places. After the police asked, Mitton gave a brief answer. On the night of the incident, he returned to his master Lucas' house at twelve o'clock. He was the first person to find Lucas killed, and he was also the first person to call the police. Lucas has always been very nice to him. He has worked at Lucas' house for three years and he respects Mr. Lucas very much. On the night of the incident, the butler slept very well and she heard nothing. If a guest came, Lucas would open the door to greet him.

That's how I learned about another clue about theft of confidential documents through newspaper reports. Sherlock Holmes and I firmly believed that theft of confidential documents was closely related to the murder of Lucas. Things went on to the morning of the fourth day, and the situation changed a lot. The newspaper published a long telegram from Paris.

[According to the Daily Telegraph] The Paris police have just made a major discovery, solving the mystery of the murder of Edvador Lucas on Goldfen Street, Westminster, London. Mr. Lucas was stabbed to death with a dagger in his room. At that time, the male servant of the deceased was suspected, but was acquitted because he was not at the scene. Yesterday, several servants reported to the Paris police that a wife was in a state of mental disorder. Her name was Mrs. Henry Funaye, who lives in O'Need.

In a small villa on Stretz Street, she suffered from severe schizophrenia. According to police investigation, Mrs. Funaye just returned from London on Tuesday, and there is evidence that she was related to the Westminster Homicide. After checking the photos, the police have confirmed that Mr. Henry Funaye was Edvador Lucas. The deceased lived a double life in London and Paris for some reason. Mrs. Funaye is a Creole native and her jealousy is very strong. The Westminster Homicide

It is very likely that Mrs. Funaye was created by mentally out of control. The murder shocked the whole of London. The police are investigating what she did on Monday night. Mrs. Funaye has been included in the suspects of murdering Mr. Funaye. Some people also reported that there was a woman who looked very much like her at the Chalin Cross Railway Station in London on Tuesday morning. The woman looked strange and rude, which attracted people's special attention. Mrs. Funaye is now living in the hospital. The doctor told the police that her schizophrenia was already very serious and she could not recall what she had done. In addition, there is evidence that Mrs. Funaye was the person who killed Mr. Funaye. On the night of the incident, someone saw a woman who looked very much like her standing on Goldfen Street and looking at Mr. Funaye's house for several hours. These are just police speculations. The case is still under strict investigation.

Sherlock Holmes finished reading this clueless but very ambiguous report after I asked him, "Holmes, what do you think about this?" He stood up, pondered for a while, and then said, "To me, this telegram from Paris is of little help to us."

"But the cause of Mr. Lucas' death has been found out!"

"Lucas' death was just a special accident. What I was concerned about was not his death. What I was concerned about was the confidential document. I had to be responsible for the UK. To say it further, I had to be responsible for the people of Europe. The biggest gain a few days ago was that nothing happened. I received a lot of current affairs report documents sent to me by the government. Europe has been calm. On the surface, this letter has not been obtained by some foreign war madmen, but in fact it has been sent to the hands of those who need it. But this possibility cannot be established. Has this letter been sent out? If it was not sent out, who will it be in? I have been troubled by this question. Lucas died in the case of the incident.

Late, is this a coincidence? Have he seen this letter? How much does he have to do with this letter? If the letter was once in his hands, why can't it be found in his filing cabinet? Did his mentally ill wife take the letter away? If it was taken away, was it at her Paris home? How should I let the Paris police not doubt me and search her home very smoothly? We have many difficulties to face and overcome. Yo! Is there any good news?" He took the note handed to him by the sender, hurriedly glanced, and then said, "Sheriff Restrade has made progress again. Watson, let's go to Westminster Temple."

Lucas's old house is located on the left side of Goldfen Street. The building looks old, although a bit narrow, but very beautiful and elegant. It still retains the charm of a certain historical period. The burly Lestrade poked his head out from the window and waved to us. We entered the door and met him. He respected Sherlock Holmes very much. At the crime scene, there were few traces of the crime left. The only thing that was preserved was the ugly, irregular blood stain on the carpet. The carpet was not big, square, placed in the center of the room, surrounded by beautiful old-style floor made of small square pieces of wood, which was wiped cleanly. Various weapons were hung above the fireplace, and the weapon used that night was one of them. The other furniture was very exquisite and exquisite.

Restrade asked, "Have you seen the situation in Paris?"

Holmes answered him with a "hmm".

"The Paris police seem to have solved this case, probably. The Paris police's speculation is that Mrs. Funay rushed from Paris to London to see Mr. Funay, Lucas. Funay did not expect his wife to come. You know, his wife was a person who lived in seclusion. Funay was very surprised by her arrival, but he let her into the house. Mrs. Funay blamed Mr. Funay for not returning to her home in Paris and let her stay alone at home. So the two started arguing, and the two refused to give in to each other, and in the end someone must have taken action first. During the fight, Mrs. Funay suddenly had a schizophrenia and accidentally took out a dagger and stabbed Mr. Funay to death. Mrs. Funay struggled when she was dying. These chairs that were pushed down and the chair he always held in his hand were the final result of their fight. That's how it was."

Sherlock Holmes asked him, "What are you looking for me?"

"Oh, oh, we have to get involved in another thing, of course this is a strange thing that will interest you. However, it has nothing to do with this murder."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"After the incident, we received a call from the police and rushed to the scene immediately. We immediately blocked the scene. The scene was kept very tightly and the police were sufficient. Our police patrolled the scene day and night. This morning, because the deceased had been buried, the investigation at the scene was over. While cleaning the room, we opened the carpet and found..."

"What did you find?"

Sherlock Holmes asked Restrade.

"We were also very surprised when we discovered this situation. Did we see the blood on the carpet? There must be a lot of blood seeping down from there, right?"

"good."

"If there was no blood on the corresponding white board, would you find it strange?"

"The corresponding places on the white wooden boards cannot be without blood!"

"I had expected that you would not believe this fact. But things went against my wishes, and there was indeed no blood on it."

He turned up a corner of the carpet with one hand, and there was indeed no blood on the white wooden board.

"But the back of the carpet is penetrated by blood just like the front, and there is no blood on the floor."

When Lestrade saw that the famous British detective master was also stumped by this incident, he couldn't help laughing proudly.

"It's not like you think. There's still a bloody spot on the floor, but it's positioned differently from the first one. Look carefully." Lestrade used the same technique to open the other corner of the carpet, and a large dark red blood was revealed on the white old-fashioned floor. "Oh, Mr. Holmes, how do you explain this?"

"Actually, this matter is not complicated. The locations of these two blood stains were originally the same, but the carpet was moved. You see, the carpet is square and moving, so it is not difficult to turn it."

"Mr. Holmes, what we police want to know is not these simple things. We can see at a glance that I also know that turning the carpet is exactly the same. But for me, the most important thing is who moved the carpet, why did we turn it?"

Sherlock Holmes didn't speak for a while, and he was so excited.

He calmed down and said, "Restid, let me ask you, the policeman in the aisle outside the door has never left here, right?"

"No."

"Okay, then you go out and ask him alone, because you ask alone, he can tell the truth. You scold him at the beginning, and let a stranger come in casually and leave that person alone in this room. But you can't ask him if anyone has been there. Because he may not admit it. You scold him, your tone must be stiff and tell him that if he resists and doesn't say it, it will not be a good result for him."

"I'm sure I can definitely let him confess unless he didn't."

After Lestrade finished speaking, he hurried out. After a while, his roar came from outside.

"Warson, there's a good show now." Sherlock Holmes was proud. The silence just now was replaced by the joyful mood, and then formed an uncontrollable vitality of life. He immediately lifted the carpet, lay on the ground, and stroked every wooden board under the carpet with his hands. I looked at him in surprise. Suddenly, his hand stopped. He lifted it hard and turned the board over from one side, revealing a small black hole on the ground. Holmes immediately reached out, but he didn't touch anything, and he hummed in frustration.

The footsteps of Restrade came from the aisle. Sherlock Holmes immediately asked me to put the carpet. I had just finished it, and Restrade came in. He saw that Holmes was standing there with nothing to do, as if waiting for him. He said, "Mr. Holmes, I'm sorry, I've made you wait for so long. You're right, that guy told me everything he did. McPerson, come here and tell these two gentlemen what you did from beginning to end."

The policeman standing outside walked in with a look of depression.

"Sir, I really don't know that things will be like this. Last night the lady said she walked into the wrong door, and we talked for a while. You know it's boring to stay here alone."

"What happened later?"

"She told me that she learned about the case from the newspaper, but she accidentally walked here by mistake today. The lady looked very noble and said she wanted to see the scene. I thought she was a noble lady and so decent, so she agreed to her. But when she found the blood on the carpet, she fainted and I didn't wake her up with water. Later, I went to the Ivy Store on the street to buy a bottle of brandy. But when I got back here, the lady was gone. I think she must have felt shy and walked away secretly."

"Has that carpet been touched at that time?"

"When I bought brandy, the carpet was a bit uneven when I came back here, but I thought it was made by the lady when she fell, so I didn't think much about it and smoothed it out."

"McPayson, you shouldn't deceive me." Restrade said sternly: "Don't think that others will not find out what you did. If you want to think about others, you will not do it unless you do it yourself. Fortunately, there is no thing left here, otherwise you will be in prison. Mr. Holmes, I'm sorry to bother you about this little thing. At that time, I thought these were two different bloodstains."

"This is really confusing. Hello, how many times has the lady been here?"

"Once, definitely once."

"Did you ask her what her name is?"

"No, she said she came here to apply for a typist job, and she came here just because she walked through the wrong door. But she is a noble, decent lady who can be loved at first glance."

"Are you very tall and very beautiful?"

"Yes, it's very beautiful, just like the fairy in the sky. And she speaks very softly and has a sweet voice that makes people intoxicated. She said to me, 'Oh, sir, please let me see it, it's so strange.'"

"I think she was just curious, and it didn't matter if she looked at it, so she let her in."
To be continued...