Chapter 492 - Carpet (1/2)

Chapter 492 Carpet

That evening, Wiggins returned to report that the Baker Street Irregulars had followed and observed Pearson for half a day, and that nothing worthy of note had been obtained. He had started work at the chemical plant as usual and didn’t act strangely. Holmes wasn’t in a hurry, so he asked the kids to continue to keep their eyes peeled on Pearson. As for Sherlock, he wanted to work on his research paper.

On the second morning, Wiggins arrived, furiously knocking on the door and startling Mrs. Hudson, baking bread in the kitchen at that time. The commotion woke Zhang Heng too, and when he stepped out of his room, he saw Sherlock Holmes laughing loudly as handed seven s.h.i.+llings to Wiggins.

“One for each, two for yourself. Go to Inspector Gregson, and tell him that Holmes wants him to come to 221B Baker Street,” said Sherlock. As he looked up, he saw Zhang Heng coming down the stairs.

“It’s done. The case is finally coming to an end! If Pearson is caught, the main culprit won’t be escaping.”

“Huh?” asked Zhang Heng with raised eyebrows, “you have all the evidence you need?”

“That’s right,” replied Holmes, rubbing his hands together. “Let’s have breakfast while waiting for Gregson. I’ll explain everything later.”

About an hour later, Inspector Gregson reluctantly arrived at 221B Baker Street, murmuring in disgruntlement as he entered through the door. “I said the case is over. Why did you ask me here? The police are very busy. I couldn’t even get a proper night’s sleep.”

“Really? What are you up to? New case? Still waiting for the commissioner’s commendation?” Holmes laughed.

Gregson blushed and lowered his tone by a notch. “I’ve contributed to this city after all. The case has been in the newspapers for the past two days. Nothing surprising that it grabbed the commissioner’s attention.”

“Indeed, but I think it’s still not too late to celebrate after we catch the real murderer,” said Holmes.

“The real murderer?!”

Gregson was taken aback.

“Come with me. It won’t take up much of your time. By the way, bringing your cuffs with you?”

“I have it with me,” replied Gregson impatiently. “I also have my gun with me, and I will not leave this essential piece of equipment behind.”

“Probably, won’t need it. After all, the suspect is not wicked, and besides, we still have a master here,” said Holmes while glancing toward Zhang Heng. Yesterday was still fresh in his mind, and his eyes were still a little swollen.

“Let’s go, gentlemen.”

Instead of directly heading to the chemical plant, they first entered a p.a.w.nshop with a carriage.

“Someone came to p.a.w.n a carpet earlier. Where is that carpet now?” Holmes asked the owner.

The p.a.w.nbroker instantly became nervous when he heard the question.

“I knew it,” he cursed under his breath.