"I think it's time to go there. But before that, Watson, go to the slum district. Bring the twins Perkins and Viggo here."

The silver-haired man nodded and walked right away. Sherlock Holmes looked after think about 'Go to the slum district, be careful' because the people there don't like and are wary of strangers. If you are naive, you may get pickpocket or muggers. But if it was Watson, there nothing to worry.

Sherlock Holmes walked downstairs to the dining table a cold sandwich waiting for him. He smiled; since Watson was here, there was always a snack preparing for him even though he was late. He sits down and grabs a bacon sandwich to eat happily, no matter how cold it is.

"Sherlock finally come down? I use the leftover curry to make a pie. Do you want one? "

Miss. Hudson's voice, Sherlock Holmes mumbling 'curry again' before walking to the householder who seems to be delighted with trendy Indian cuisine.

"Could you wrap me two pieces? Miss Hudson."

"Wrap it up? you going to go out with Watson?"

"Nah, the twins will come. I want to give it to them, ah but Watson and I will go out. It will be late again."

"Oh dear, Perkins and Viggo coming, my, I like those kids even though they are a little ragged, always running loudly into the house until the floor is messy, but they're a good boy. You know what once, they help me from pickpocket when I was shopping."

Holmes smiled at Miss. Hudson, who beamed in a good mood. He stood there and talked a few more sentences, then the door opened. So, Sherlock Holmes left Miss. Hudson to greet them.

"Here you are, I ..."

Sherlock Holmes forgot what he was going to say. Normally the twins running aloud as Miss Hudson said. But today, they are marching like a soldier. Instead of switch left and right, they swing both arm and leg on the same side.

The more Perkins and Viggo look alike, also walking in a strange way, causing a big smile on Holmes's face. Behind the two children was Watson, who still had flat face as usual. But probably because his face that cannot be read make it looks like Watson is taking a prisoner to Sherlock Holmes.

"Where should I start asking?"

The young man smiled joyfully. Since Watson was with him, his days have never been the same. Every day turns bright and can't predict.

"Watson, are you difficult to find these two?"

"No, when I reached the slum district, a man came to block the way, then these two show up. When I told them to follow along, they came that all."

It's not sound close to the word 'that all'...

Sherlock Holmes Think

"Mr. Holmes," Perkins began.

"What is there for us to serve, sir" Viggo continued in the same voice sound like he was the same person.

"SIR?" Holmes raised his voice, suspect that the mischievous twins will be suppressed by Watson's cold expression.

Holmes handed the two children a copy of the name list. Including wages.

"Eight of them are survivors of a shipwreck ten years ago. Someone may have died. Focus on the last name. If you find someone, notify me immediately, understand?"

"Yes, sir !!!" The twins answered vigorously. "Is there anything else to order, sir?"

"My, when were the two of you saying polite words?" Miss Hudson walked in with two large, well-wrapped curry pies.

"Hahaha ..." The detective laughed as he saw those gestures.

After the twins leave, Sherlock Holmes turned to Watson.

"We should go."

And they both got in the carriage without hesitation ...

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Rosevelt House

Sherlock Holmes and Watson got out of the carriage a little far from the house because they didn't want an attention. They walked through brick walkways, surrounded by green and the silence of the suburbs.

"Holmes, he's there."

Watson pointed towards the garden on the side of the house. Sherlock Holmes looked as Watson pointed out, he could only see a shadow of a distant person, but he had no doubt why his partner could see it. Because that's one of the qualities of a Watson doll. So, he hurriedly diverted the path to the side of the house.

There were two people in the field. The smaller one was reading a book with a flat expression. Beside the boy a tall man was stretching out, using both hands as the pillow. Feeling the stomping footsteps, the man opened his eyes.

"Hello, Seamus, Mr. Smith," said Detective Holmes.

"Mr. Holmes, Mr. Watson ..." Travis Smith narrowed his eyes as if for some reason and then sat up. "Have you already visited the house?"

"No, I just arrived." Said Sherlock Holmes as he sat down on the lawn. As for Watson, for some reason choose to stand.

"Do you know Trever Smith?" Holmes shoot the question.

"He is my deceased father," Travis Smith replied without looking away.

"Your father is one of the survivors, just like the four families," the detective asked in a soft, clam voice. But hidden a slight pressure.

Travis Smith did not immediately respond. But in the eyes of the man, there was no sign of refusing or lying. Seamus, sitting next to reading a book, heard everything but did not show any signs. The boy might already know this, or he now just know it can't tell.

"My father was one of those who survived. But he was nothing to do with the four clans made a contract with the devil," Smith recalled.

"I think you're wondering why I'm with young master Seamus," Travis guesses. Sherlock Holmes's expression urges him to continue.

"Three years after my father survived the island. I was still a soldier. We rarely have a chance to meet. Until father became sick more often and lost his job. One day, he coincidently ran into master Alex Blake again. Master, help my family by adopting my parents to work in the house. Even when I was discharged because of a leg injury. Master let me take care of the young master. In the last year, my father's illness worsened, unable to work; he asked to leave with my mother. Master is also very kind to give money a lot to him."

"Neither you nor your father knows about the treasure?"

Travis Smith shook his head and turned to Seamus, who still reading.

"Young master did not know. Just before the thing happened ... I felt that the master was strange. He was more introverted." Travis's eyebrows furrowed together as he contemplated the memory.

"There seems to be a worry that doesn't fall out I've heard him mumbling someone's name ..."

"Who?"

Asked Sherlock Holmes, but Travis shook his head.

"I didn't ask for details ... now. I regret that I didn't ask."

"I understand. Thank you for telling me. How are the other people?" Asked the detective.

"After you go out, I rarely talk to other people. When eating, they don't talk much. Especially Mr. Livingston, who is somewhat more isolated."

That's not a good sign ... Sherlock. Holmes thinks.

"What about Miss Rosevelt?"

"She ... I think she tolerates."

THUMP!!!

The sound of closing the book drew Travis's attention. He turned to the young master. Seamus shook his head once.

"What is it?"

Travis asked; he knew the young master would never speak. But sometimes, if Seamus really wanted something, he could act or write letters to tell him. But this time, Seamus sat still until several seconds passed. Travis tried to guess.

"Would you like to go back to the house, young master?"

Seamus was a little silent and nodded his head once. Travis stroked the boy's cheek and found that the temperature passed was quite cold.

"You sit here too long. I'll prepare a warm drink for you."

Travis and Seamus stood up. The former soldier's followers were helping to round the grass on the young master's pants.

Sherlock Holmes stood up and was about to enter the house with the two. But Watson's whispering call stopped him, his black eyes turned to meet the cold green eyes.

"Mr. Holmes ..."

Travis, who took a slight lead, turned back when he noticed that Sherlock Holmes and Watson didn't follow along.

"You guys go first. I'll follow," said the detective.

If Travis Smith would feel suspicious, he chose to keep calm and bring Seamus into the house.

"A small person?"

Detective Holmes whispered as soon as Travis and Seamus walked out of sight. Watson nodded. Make an eye out towards the Pine Forest near Rosevelt House.

"Someone's eyeing us there."

Sherlock Holmes narrowed his eyes, assessing the situation. The small guy has a ferocious nature and uses poison darts. If hitting even just graze the skin, it can be fatal.

"I slow you down."

Sherlock Holmes shook his head after assessing his ability. If he was aimed, he wouldn't be able to dodge the darts. And it hurt Watson to protect him like that night.

"Watson took him."

Sherlock Holmes implied that 'alive'. Watson nodded before saying back.

"You are also be careful."