Two days later, John's body was discovered by the police. Facts have proved that Master Cat's reasoning is very accurate, accurate enough to doubt him...
Young Sergeant Amberley was a capable man, but he was completely lost in the matter, and the only reasonable explanation that could come to his mind was that Cat had killed someone. But this conclusion was immediately overturned by himself, because no common sense can support this seemingly correct reasoning. Thus, Amberley changed his mind. He believed that Mr. Logan, a detective from the East, was actually an extraordinary and mighty detective. The impoliteness that day was obviously an expression of arrogance, but he himself was too impetuous to accept it. It's just the fact that others are better than him.
After thinking about it this way, Amberley felt that everything was reasonable, and he decided to visit Master Cat again, to apologize for his actions, and humbly discuss some advice from the god.
On September 25, London ushered in another cold and foggy afternoon.
Amberley walked to Lord Cat's residence alone and knocked on the door.
"Please come in." Wang Xu's voice came from inside the room.
Amberley walked into the room and saw that Mr. Atkinson was playing with a strange bamboo scroll, which was filled with square characters that he could not understand.
"Hello, Mr. Atkinson, I hope I didn't disturb you. Is Mr. Logan in?"
Without raising his head, Wang Xu said, "He's working on a case. He went out in the morning with a police officer named Henry Bart. He didn't say when he'll be back, but I think it's coming soon. You can wait here for a while. , if you don't mind, I welcome you to stay for a light meal."
Amberley looked a little disappointed, but he still said: "Thank you, I think I'll just sit here and wait for him." He sat on the sofa by himself, while Wang Xu was still busy with the matter at hand, pretending to be engrossed, Amber Leigh couldn't help asking, "Would it be any inconvenience to you if I stay here?"
Wang Xu was stunned for a moment, he raised his head, and smiled: "Oh, I'm really sorry, I was a little too involved, of course there is no inconvenience, in fact, I just want to take a break and find someone to chat with." The Fumo chapter was placed on the table casually.
Amberly saw that he spoke sincerely, not like polite words, so he opened up the conversation box. After a few pleasantries, Amberly asked about the things he was interested in: "By the way, Mr. Atkinson, are you It's Mr. Logan's assistant, do you know how he deduced that the tramp John died that night?"
Wang Xu laughed and said, "That... I don't know very well. He is a detective, and I am just a handyman." After he said this, he immediately regretted it, thinking that the more he lived, the more he would go back. , tragedy...
At this moment, two people were talking from the stairs, one of them was obviously the cat, and Amberly quickly recognized that it was one of his colleagues, Henry Bart.
Until Master Cat opened the door, Officer Bart was still relentlessly nagging: "You can't do this! Just relying on speculation cannot be used as evidence!"
Master Cat yawned and said, "I'm too lazy to explain to you. If you think it can't be used as evidence, don't believe it... think of other ways by yourself."
Amberley stood up at this moment and said, "Hello, Mr. Logan, please forgive me for visiting. I apologize for my impoliteness last time."
Master Cat waved his hand to signal him to sit down: "That's nothing, Mr. Amberley, you don't need to apologize, you are a very good detective, a young man with a bright future, by the way, why don't you come and persuade you for me A stubborn colleague." He pointed to Bart who was chattering behind him.
"Oh!" Bart rolled his eyes helplessly.
Amberley said: "Mr. Bart, can you tell me what's going on?"
Bart replied: "Amberley, you are here too, listen to me, what happened is this, last night, the Hardy Brothers store in Highland Street was burglarized, and Coombe Hatty reported it in the early hours of the morning. He was sleeping on the second floor of the store when the crime happened. Because the thief made a lot of noise, he grabbed a cane and rushed downstairs, but the other party seemed to have spotted him, so he ran away immediately.
I and a few police officers on night duty were dragged to the scene by Hatty before dawn. I thought this would be a very ordinary case, but guess what? When we walked into that store, we saw an unbelievable scene, all the stolen items were returned! And everything in the store has been tidied back to its original place, and there is no trace of theft. If it weren't for the broken door, I would almost think that Hattie was fooling us. "
At this time, Master Cat closed the door and ran to sit on the armchair by the window, which was his favorite seat, but he only showed a look of disdain for Bart's narration.
Amberley showed considerable interest and doubts, and he asked, "Can you be more specific?"
Bart nodded and said: "According to Coombe Hardy's description, he felt very tired after dinner last night, so he went to bed very early. It was his younger brother Lester Hardy who closed the door, and then his The younger brother went to a certain tavern to fool around. It was not until noon today that someone found Lester, who was drunk and muddy in a back alley.
I originally suspected that this incident was a prank done by his alcoholic brother and a few bad friends, but there were countless drunks who could give him an alibi last night, including a bartender with a relatively sober mind.
So my investigation came to an impasse. Koum Hattie said that when he rushed downstairs last night, the house was in a mess. It was swept away, so he didn't care about the broken door lock, and rushed to the police station to report the crime. He thought that there should be nothing worth stealing in the store, unless someone wanted to go upstairs and take away the bedding in his bedroom.
From the time he reported the crime to our arrival, it only took about 20 minutes to go back and forth. You know, the two kinds of things in Hattie’s store are large items. The elder brother makes plaster busts for people, while the younger brother is a carpenter who makes cabinets. These are not things that can be easily returned in a short period of time. At least three strong adult men are needed to do it.
Tell me, who would rush into a store to steal and then come back to clean it up? What's even more bizarre is that even the messed up drawers were tidied up, even more tidy and orderly than before, and the stolen money was returned. "
Amberley turned to look at Master Cat, and then asked Bart: "So you came to ask Mr. Logan?"
Bart said: "Yes, I heard that he is currently the best private detective in London, so I came to ask him for some advice." His next words seemed to be addressed to Mr. Cat: "So I sent Mr. Logan Please go to the scene. At the beginning, he checked every place very carefully and asked some questions. After reading it, he immediately told me that this 'extremely boring case is over'. He also told me that the prisoner is Ha Someone from Tee Brothers' store, a dignitary who was at the scene of the crime last night, I just need to find someone who fits the above criteria, make sure he doesn't have an alibi, and close the case immediately. "
Amberley thought for a while, trying to connect the clues in his mind, but unfortunately he couldn't get the reasoning result of Mr. Cat anyway, so he had to say: "Okay, Mr. Logan, I don't know how you It worked out, as in John's case, and you're always so magically straight to the point."
Master Cat replied disdainfully: "Nonsense! Conan will magically string together completely irrelevant evidence to get the answer. My reasoning is very rigorous and scientific, but it seems to ordinary people that it seems to be jumping thinking. That's all."
Amberley looked puzzled: "Conan? Is that also a detective? What a strange name."
Bart interjected, "I do know that there is a recently budding detective novelist named Conan Doyle."
The cat master said: "I think you saw his work in last year's "1887 Beeton Christmas Annual". In fact, this is the only detective novel published by Mr. Conan Doyle so far. I am also very optimistic about him. If you are interested in collecting, I think a novel signed by him will have a geometric multiple appreciation space in the future... But the Conan I mentioned just now is someone else, you don’t have to care who he is, you just need to know , the reasoning I made was correct, and that is enough."
Bart said: "Oh! That's enough! I can't just search the mansion of a high-ranking official based on your convincing imagination. Do you know why? Because I went back to the police station with your deduction, You'll get ridicule, not a search warrant!" He put on his hat, saluted Amberley, nodded to the other two in the room, and left the room somewhat annoyed.
After he left, Amberley said: "Please forgive him, he is a good policeman, but he just does things rigidly and doesn't know how to be flexible."
Master Cat sneered twice: "So... our young Amberly has become a homicide sheriff, while Bart, who has passed his forties, is still handling small cases like burglary. "
Wang Xu said to him in Chinese: "Don't be too mean, your image is already very bad."
Amberley just laughed off Mr. Cat's words. In his heart, this Mr. Logan was a decent gentleman except for his perverse temper. He changed the subject and said, "Actually, today I have to worry about what happened Apologies, there is a new case, and I would like to ask your opinion."