"Believe me" Moriarty the patriot/Donten ni Warau

Memories "An annoying detective"

Local pub.

The predictably foggy weather does not bother me at all, and I walk with a confident step along the street. Occasionally, casual passers-by throw glances at me, but I do not pay attention to it. I like to dress like a man. Pants and shirts - who said it was only for men.

I walked into a local pub and was immediately greeted by smoky air. I winced. I can tolerate one smoker, but the room is not ventilated with tobacco. Groups of people sat, smoked, sipped whiskey, and chatted playing cards or joining a poker game that was in the corner of the room. Women with bright makeup on their faces and vulgar clothes, cigarettes dangling between their long fingers, sat next to some men, trying to pull money out of their wallets. The semi-circular wooden bar was the only shield I had from the chaos swallowing up the room.

The bartender stood at the bar serving drinks to their customers, eagerly awaiting a good drink. I looked around the room, there were many people today, but none of them looked like the person I was supposed to meet. Then I saw a lone figure in the corner of the room, sitting at a table. The chair was already pulled out, thus inviting to come to him.

"Mr. Rondler, I thought we would meet in the park like last time?"

"Again you... I even got curious as to how you do it?" - this man spoke with an accent that was not from these places, but rather from the north.

You just have a loving wife who worries about you. And she even stands next to you.

"I still insist that you return home and make peace with your son"

I looked around the pub, no one seemed to be looking at both of us. But I noticed a familiar person whom I have noticed nearby for a week, a coincidence, I don't think so. A man with dark curly hair tied in a small ponytail, wearing a crumpled black jacket with a white one-button shirt unbuttoned.

"I... can't" - he sighed, before taking another sip of his drink - "what I did, there is no forgiveness"

"Mr. Rondler, your son needs support now, if you do not dare to do this, then you will go on a path that will have no return" - I took a train ticket and a small black box out of my pocket and put it on the table.

"Your wife loves you very much and wants you to come home. In the black box is what you quarreled about"

The man took the box in his hands and opened it. I saw how his hands were shaking, he was seized by incomprehension and fear.

"This is not possible ... I sold this ring 5 years ago. ... How...?"

"Let it remain a secret between us" - I looked at loving wife, who tried to hug her husband.

"But if it is in vain..." - he whispered softly, continuing to stare at the ring.

"You can always try. You are a brave man" - I got up from the table - "you must agree, it's nice when a loved one is waiting for you at home"

I left the pub and caught a cab, but a familiar face sat down with me.

"How do you feel about the violin?" - He asked, looking at me with his dark sapphire eyes.

I looked at him in surprise. We finally speak?

"Where are you going?" - The coachman asked.

"Baker Street" - he answered quickly.

"Sorry what?"

"I play the violin when I think. Sometimes I am silent for many days. Potential neighbors should know the worst about each other" - the passenger continued to speak, as if nothing had happened.

"You must have messed up something. I'm not looking for a neighbor" - I noticed that he does not just look, but observes, based on the fact that his eyes never stop on one object. He loves to solve riddles. He does not have a strong bond with his family and has a brother based on how he speaks and acts around other people.

"Understand, you need, no, you just need this apartment. Without her, and especially without me, your life will be incomplete and devoid of meaning"

"I don't need an apartment!"

"Needed"

"No, it is not needed"

"Needed, I know better"

" Why such concern? A detective who loves to solve difficult puzzles and the police will probably come to you for help. You also love doing scientific experiments. You don't have a strong family connection. You have a brother? Oh, and you smoke, and it just kills you"

He seems to like what I said. Now I understand who is in front of me.

"Very good, but how did you know about my brother?" - he lit a cigarette. And I just now noticed a silver ring with a skull. He has an unusual taste.

"Older brother. Besides, you and your brother don't get along very well. Maybe the reason is that he thinks he's smarter than you, Mr. Holmes"

"I'm so glad you recognized me, Lady Baker. Hear what Baker lives on Baker Street sounds like. How do you like it?"

"In general, Mr. Holmes..."

"Oh, please, call me Sherlock, not strangers"

"... the obsession that I should..."

"Obliged to rent an apartment"

"I haven't even seen her!"

"But I saw. And in general, I propose to look at it"

It's useless to talk to him, and I gave up.

"Okay, tell me your address, I'll come tomorrow"

"No need, we have already arrived" - he said and got out of the cab while pulling me along. When did we arrive already? Ah, this is Baker Street, not far from that pub.

"Well?"

Ten paces from me, on the threshold near the black front door, a happy Sherlock stood and looked at me expectantly.

"What are you talking about?" - I tried to pretend I didn't understand.

"How about what? Shall we go to the apartment or what?"

I let out a painful groan and covered my face with my hands.