My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 38: Inside Job (Please Read on Tuesday)
Holmes noticed that Jules's breathing was becoming increasingly rapid. After Karl walked away, he said calmly:
"My friend, have you discovered anything?"

Yule calmed down and said in a deep voice:
"I need the necklace on his neck. This is one of the reasons why I came to Rose Manor."

Holmes frowned.

"That necklace must be fake."

He obviously also noticed the difference in the material.

Yule shook his head: "What I want is a fake one."

Holmes nodded thoughtfully.

"I see. But it's a bit difficult to steal this thing from a transcendent."

Jules pondered for a moment, then saw the convoy of vehicles destroying evidence about to depart. He said,

"No rush. We can figure it out later. We'd better catch up with the car carrying Malabar pepper."

Holmes obviously understood what Jules meant and said with a faint smile:
"Any action will inevitably leave traces, even actions that destroy them—let's go."

……

Carl returned to his mansion, took off the fake Ocean Heart string and sighed.

An elderly gentleman wearing a top hat walked in slowly and said calmly:
"I've already said that this kind of thing can't be hidden from the Anti-Suppression Bureau."

Carl raised his head, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"I know what you want to say. I've already taken care of things with the Suppression Bureau. If nothing unexpected happens, this time it should be over. Don't cause me any trouble in the future."

The old gentleman tapped his cane and said:

"Since the inheritance of the Bookert family belongs to us, I will not pursue your fault."

Hearing this, Carl gritted his teeth and said:

"But my ritual has not been completed yet..."

"Karl!"

The old gentleman's voice suddenly rose:

"Remember your real name now, it's Carl Wellington! Then, you should understand that everything is based on the interests of the Wellington family!"

The old gentleman left, but Carl's eyes immediately changed from submissive to gloomy.

"Damn it, kid, don't think that just because you've become a member of the Suppression Bureau, I can't deal with you..."

He suddenly stood up, walked to the study, and searched for something in it.

After a while, he put his fingers together and pulled out a piece of parchment soaked in blood.

"Wait, then……"

……

Thames, port.

"Hurry up and pour it in! The ones in front have already been poured out. We can go home after these few batches are finished!"

The captain of the guards directed the other guards to carry out the destruction plan in an orderly manner.

He found a stone pillar, sat down with his arms and legs stretched out, and watched with a look of heartache as these spices, which were as valuable as gold, or even more valuable, were destroyed.

Those guards felt distressed, and so did he.

But he had no choice but to carry out the orders from his superiors meticulously, otherwise next time it would not be spices that would be poured out, but his corpse.

Although he also secretly grabbed a couple of handfuls and saw other guards secretly stuffing a couple of handfuls into their pockets when they poured the liquid, he knew that these were just a drop in the bucket.

"If only there was a better way to dispose of these things..." The captain of the guards sighed helplessly.

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely find a seller to sell the goods under the pretext of destruction, and then keep the money for himself.

But I don’t know what the old man is thinking. He has to solve it tonight. How does he have the time to find a buyer?
Suddenly, a discordant cry rang out:
"What are you doing?! Oh my God! Stop this evil behavior!"

"Hmm? Is there someone causing trouble?" The captain's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

He stood up, looked towards the source of the sound, put his hands on his waist, and shouted:
"who!"

I saw a businessman wearing a bowler hat, two lousy glasses on his nose, and two mustaches hanging on the left and right sides of his mouth. He looked painful and exclaimed as he walked over.

He looks like a profiteer... The captain of the guards narrowed his eyes and said:

"Please leave if you are not involved, or we will take action."

He thought the other party would give up, but unexpectedly, the merchant just shook his head and said, "Are you destroying the spices? What a waste!"

"Oh?" The captain of the guards raised his eyebrows, suddenly sensing a business opportunity.

That was something he had wanted to do before but hadn't had the chance to do.

He hesitated for a moment and said:
"what do you mean?"

The businessman smiled and stammered in broken English:

"I, I'm a businessman, mainly engaged in the trade of various rare goods. I want to buy your spices!"

Judging from his English, it seems like he's from a different country. He can't even speak a proper London accent...

The captain of the guards frowned slightly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, but he did not show it, and just shouted:

"Don't fall down yet, let me talk to this gentleman!"

These guards were all trained by him, so he was not afraid of them informing on him. After all, if he ate meat, they could also drink a lot of soup.

"Old man, how do you plan to acquire it?"

The captain of the guards looked at the old businessman in front of him provocatively and said:
"Let me make it clear first, I won't do it if the price is too low. Many of my spices are out of stock."

The old businessman shuddered and said:
"What?"

The chief guard sneered and said:
"Don't worry about that. All you need to know is that these boxes even contain the famous 'Malabar pepper'!"

"Ohhh, is that the precious spice known as black gold?"

Seeing the old merchant's excitement, the chief guard sneered and said lazily:
"Then make your bid."

The old businessman pushed the lenses on his nose, took out a pocket watch from his pocket and looked at the time, as if he was measuring whether this business was worth it.

He stated the offer carefully, his eyes fixed on the captain of the guards' expression.

The captain of the guards frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the price.

"Are you kidding me, old man?"

The old businessman waved his hands hurriedly to explain:

"My Lord, you must know that the price of spices in the market is very volatile right now, especially for these precious goods. The risk is not small."

The captain of the guards snorted coldly, seemingly not buying it.

Seeing this, the old businessman sighed and said:
"There's nothing I can do. I'm really short of money, so I have to..."

"Wait!" The captain of the guards gritted his teeth and said:

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that! I'm giving you a good deal..."

……

After the transaction is completed.

Looking at the old merchant who was approaching slowly, Jules said with a smile:
"Your disguise skills are indeed profound. I can't even tell."

This old businessman who spoke broken English was naturally Sherlock Holmes.

In the original work, Holmes can be regarded as an expert in the skill of disguise.

Not only did his appearance change, but he could also imitate his temperament and accent so vividly that even his closest people would find it difficult to tell whether he was Sherlock Holmes.

Holmes threw away his false beard and took off his pitiful little spectacles, and chuckled:

"For someone blinded by greed, I can still do it even without changing my appearance. Changing my appearance only helps him break through the paper barrier in his heart.

Jules's mouth corners slightly raised:

"I'm really looking forward to seeing how they react when they find out the money they received is counterfeit."

Holmes shrugged, glanced at the spices not far away, and said calmly:

"Tomorrow, I will ask some friends who can help me to dispose of this batch of spices. It will then be important evidence for us."

Jules nodded slightly.

"What about this batch of spices now?"

Holmes was silent for a moment, then said helplessly:

“We’ll have to move it ourselves.”

(End of this chapter)