Case1 Four Families - ch7

"... one month ago, Mr. and Mrs. Blake were brutally killed by devil, before Seamus Blake's eyes."

Osborne Livingston ends the story. His blue eyes turned to look at the boy with a thoughtful expression that had to mention his heart's wound.

"Why are you sure the villain is the devil?" Asked Sherlock Holmes, turning to Travis Smith. "And where were you when this happened, Mr. Smith?"

"I returned to my hometown Salisbury because my father died. It was when I was about to go back to the Blake family home. Oh, the Blake family's home was in Cambridge. If you want to know." Travis Smith answered in a smooth voice. He paused a little, turned his gaze on the boy next to him. "As for the story saying that the devil killed the master and the mistress. Because the first and only word young master Seamus said was 'Devil'. After that, no matter tries to ask, the young master never made a sound. The doctor said there was no physical abnormality. Even causing pain, there was only a little moan in the throat. The doctor said the cause was a severe psychological shock."

"And there is still this ..."

Osborne Livingston removed the tie and loosened the top button. Split the hem to reveal a red, character-like mark that appears on Malcolm's arm. The stigmatize of the devil.

"Both Norville and Redmond have this mark," Osborn said with a disgusting expression. "This is more than 'Accidentally'."

"Yes, now I understand the background," said Sherlock Holmes in a calm tone. "What do you want me to do?"

Because he is a detective, not a clairvoyant, as Livingston heard from the rumors, Sherlock Holmes didn't want to hear a word, asking him to help find the devil or clear the curse.

Osborne Livingston and Scarlet Rosevelt turned to meet each other's eyes and nodded. Livingston spoke.

"We need your help to solve the 4 treasure map, find the treasures that our fathers have buried, and give them to the devil to keep the promise."

With that word, Livingston picked up the scroll that turned yellow by time. Rosevelt did the same. And they both turned to Seamus and Travis.

"Young master," said Travis urged.

A boy with an expressionless face inserted his hand into his shirt and took out his family scroll. This means Seamus can keep up with the whole story. Watson went to get the three scrolls to check before sending them to Sherlock Holmes, who received the scroll but did not comment.

"I know what Mr. Holmes is thinking," said Scarlet slowly. "Although we have both maps and keys but cannot interpret the puzzles in the map. Our father never talked about the treasure; the story earlier is a compilation of my father's record. With the words of Mr. Blake Sr. and Mr. Malcolm Sr., before they gone."

"Another important issue is that we lack map and key of the Malcolm family," says Osborne. "After Malcolm Sr. died. Norville contacted me and agreed to find help. But after that, I couldn't contact him until I saw news of his death on the newspaper pages. I don't think Scotland Yard will allow us to search map and key in Malcolm home."

"Yes, then I will keep this three-part map."

Sherlock Holmes said, if he asked Lestrade to help find map and key, there's no problem even if he got complained and mumbled.

"Mr. Holmes, I have ... want to ask, uh, personally," Scarlet Roosevelt said stutter. The girl took a deep breath. Before crying out.

"Redmond, please go to meet my brother Redmond!!!"

"Your brother? ... you said everything was terrible." said Sherlock Holmes.

"Yes, after my father passed away and learned about the devil curse. My brother shut alone in the room, not allow anyone to come in; sometimes he not let me enter the room. My brother said he saw a strange shadow and was afraid of the devil took his life. Our mother had died several years ago. Only me and my brother left. If ... if anything happened to my brother, it would be ..." Scarlet held her pale white hand tightly, as if her tiny trembling hand was the last anchor. She lowered her head.

"Please. I know this is too much request. But please talk to my brother just once."

Sherlock Holmes got up from his chair, placed his hand on the woman's trembling hand. Speak with a gentle consolation voice.

"Please lift your head, Miss Rosevelt. Your request is never too much. I am not good at consoling, but if I go and make you and your brother feel better. I am very pleased."

"Allow me to go too, Miss Scarlet," said Osborne Livingston kindly offer. "I am worried about Redmond as well."

"Thank you very much for your kindness." Scarlett Rosevelt raised her head, her lips drawn in a smile, attracting the eye. Then the lady turned to the boy and his guardian, who did not speak or show any expression.

"Seamus and Mr. Smith, If you don't mind that my house is having an issue, please." Scarlet looked at the empty eyes of the boy and said in a friendly manner.

Sherlock Holmes saw the lady's intentions. Perhaps Scarlet thought if Seamus back home, it would have been a terrible memory. It is better to change the atmosphere than go home.

"What do you think, Young Master?" Travis lowered his head and asked.

Seamus raised his head and nodded once. It was agreed that all of them go to the Rosevelt House.

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The Rosevelt Home is located on the outskirts of London. A small white house surrounded by green lawns Three carriages galloping through the red rose arch. At the door of the house, two maids waited in a hurry.

"Miss Scarlet."

"Miss, just returned."

"What's happen?" Scarlet asked as soon as she got off the carriage. The lady's expression was worried because deep inside her heart knew what was going on.

One maid saw that another guest was accompanied and had to calm down. She cupped her mouth, whispered in Scarlet's ear.

"Master Redmond he ... "

Sherlock Holmes, Watson, and the others waited a little further. Scarlet's expression worsened with every word the maid's mouth moved. Until finally, she raised a hand to hold her head nervously.

"Are you alright?"

Osborne Livingston stepped in to support her. Scarlet looked up towards Sherlock Holmes.

"My brother ... locked himself in a separate house."