Detective Mary

Chapter 4

Mr. Bentley knew a gentleman by the name of Holmes, whose infant son was a detective in London.

After the ball, on the way back, Mary's mind kept repeating the words over and over again-a young Holmes, in London, or a famous detective.

God, Mary just couldn't believe that there could be such a coincidence in the world that there could be a second Sherlock Holmes detective?

A heartfelt dream had come true, and Mary felt like she might be dreaming.

This illusory bliss lasted until she got home, when Mrs. Bennet began to complain about the night's mishap, and Mary didn't even feel troubled.

As soon as she saw Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet had at last a place to pour out the words she had been holding in all the way. First she complained about the thief's bad timing, and then she found Mr. Darcy to be rude and annoying. In the end, even began to reprimand Mary: "Do not wait for the master's permission to act without authorization, usually read more into the stomach, even the etiquette have forgotten everything!"

Mary didn't say anything, she didn't bother to explain her motives to Mrs. Bennet.

But Elizabeth couldn't help but argue in Mary's defense, "Mary could have been a great help, she was as attentive as a hair, observed the clues left behind, and deduced on the spot that it was a burglar who had broken into Netherfield Manor."

"Oh?"

Mr. Bennet, of course, was uninterested in Mrs. Bennet's crumbs, and he was losing his patience when he heard Elizabeth say so, before he dropped his book in a pause.

"Rather, I never saw that Mary had such a keen sense of observation?" Mr. Bennet asked.

Life in the country was quiet and monotonous, and in Longbourn not to mention theft, even whose horse had struck whose oxen could be a great event worthy of three days' talk, and consequently Mary had never been able to intervene in the affairs of daily life, and had seldom spoken.

Hearing Mr. Bennet's curiosity, Mary moved unhurriedly to answer Mr. Bentley: "I've just been reading a few detective novels, or the ones you brought back from London, papa, and making inferences after the manner of detectives."

Besides, with such a straightforward country modus operandi, there was really no need for Mary to make a spectacle of herself. It's just that she's intensely curious and not afraid of any so-called ghosts and monsters, so she reacted the fastest.

"It seems the saying that there is some value in books," Mr. Bennet commented, "Isn't it out of the question that Catherine and Lydia's elaborate dressing up for the ball was surprisingly less useful than Mary's reading of a few detective novels."

"Papa!" Lydia clenched her fists in anger.

"I do think detective stories are still less real than young beauty," Mary spread a smile, "Mr. Bingley was worried about me sitting on the bench and danced with me, yet during the conversation there was a Jane to the left and a Jane to the right, and I just hate that I'm not Jane herself and Mr. Bingley can't be around her all the time at the ball. "

The sudden banter made big sister Jane Bennet blush, "Mary!"

Jane's gentle and introverted character, obviously a great thing in the sky and involving her own marital future, but she prefers not to let Mary mention it openly. Instead, it was just before bedtime, when Mary had the cheek to join the two sisters in a ring of bedside whispers again on the grounds that Lydia was being noisy, that she showed her admiration for Mr. Bingley.

The progression of Jane and Mr. Bingley's relationship in the original is also a bittersweet one. Mary, being a hothead, just can't see all kinds of misunderstandings, and in her opinion, since the two young people are in love with each other and in love with each other, they should be together at once.

More importantly ...... now Mary is sure, this world of London has Holmes existence!

Gosh, this kind of male god is beside oneself but temporarily out of reach feeling is really unbearable, Mary can't wait to pack up and leave home and go straight to London.

But that was unrealistic, and the realistic solution was to get a hold of Mr. Bentley and Jane.

Especially seeing that Jane did not hide her own praise and admiration for Mr. Bingley, Mary felt that the goal was close at hand. She said, "Mr. Bingley was attracted to your beauty the first time he saw you, Jane. He's a good-looking man and a considerate one, so he's a perfect match for you."

"Don't say that," Jane denied hastily, "Mr. Bingley is such a fine man that there are countless ladies who admire him."

It was thought that the introverted Jane would not take the initiative, and rightly so, girls in this day and age were expected to be reserved and courteous, and wait until a gentleman took the initiative to propose.

But Mary didn't mind, she could be a little love assistant before him, helping Jane and Mr. Bingley avoid the trouble.

"I like Mr. Bingley, too," so Mary didn't hide her admiration for Mr. Bingley, "He even complimented me on my insight, such a good man, can't miss it, I have to have such a brother-in-law!"

Elizabeth sniffed out a laugh, "What does it matter to you if Mr. Bingley likes Jane?"

"Jane and Mr. Bingley being together," Mary joked, "is how I got to know London's ......'s ...... "

"A banker?" Elizabeth picked up.

"I do think," Mary's eyes lit up, "that Mr. Bingley said he knew a London detective, which sounds really interesting."

The detective was okay!

Elizabeth cried, "I take it back, Mary, why don't you consider Byron."

Sherlock Holmes is much more reliable than Byron, OK ...... No, no, no, no, she will just meet Mr. Detective, where would she dare to think of a deeper situation ah.

Mary, who entered the mode of a small fan girl, felt that those non-thinking thoughts were a stain on the detective, and she hurriedly shook off her chaotic thoughts.

It wasn't surprising that Elizabeth would say that. In Victorian times, a Mr. Detective who helped the police solve crimes was indeed less desirable to an unmarried squire's daughter than a prodigal son with an aristocratic title. It wasn't as if Elizabeth had traveled through time and space; her eyes and understanding were limited by her time, her education, and the productivity of her society, and Mary didn't blame her.

And her second sister, prejudiced as she was, was a bold girl who loved to hate. Mary felt that had she known Mr. Holmes better, she would never have uttered those words.

So Mary didn't refute directly, but brought the topic with a smile, "I believe Mr. Bingley's person, his friends must all possess noble qualities."

"It is a pity that Mr. Bingley's friends are not as pleasant as he is." Elizabeth said indifferently.

Speaking, naturally, of our hero, Mr. Darcy.

Well, it's true that Mr. Darcy doesn't fare too well at the ball, not dancing with any of the ladies, which is enough to qualify the word excessive in society. Even the clever and beautiful Elizabeth.

He was a handsome man of good looks and a distinguished family, and was indeed entitled to be arrogant and rude to a bunch of country people, but that didn't stop the slighted group from thinking very poorly of him, did it? Mary does not mind, does not mean that self-respecting Elizabeth does not mind.

Know Elizabeth character firm, not easy to be swayed by others, Mary or patiently persuade: "Mr. Darcy in learned into the thief, also took the initiative to say to go to the garden to check the situation, do the duty of protection. Enough to see that although he is arrogant, he is an honorable man."

Elizabeth hummed, "You, you just read too much Byron's poetry and always tolerate those who seem to be 'good', there are not that many Byron-like geniuses under the sky, my good sister. You said you wanted to investigate what was going on in the garden, and when he heard it he looked at you as if you were fooling around, so it is evident that Mr. Darcy does not think of us at all."

...... It's hard to correct someone's colored glasses.

Mary was not in a hurry, but only said, "Well, Elizabeth said yes, then he has no one in his sight, we can not be general with him."

Jane agreed, "I'm sure Mr. Darcy will always have something to commend him for, at least he helped Mr. Bingley. From what you have said, the thief who infiltrated the manor should be caught soon."

Searching the manor for a thief in hiding wouldn't be easy? Maybe it will be caught now, Mary thought to herself.

And she had been right in her presumption.

At noon the next day a carriage from Netherfield drew up in front of Longbourn Bennet House, and it turned out to be Mr. Bentley himself who had come to visit.

The courteous gentleman took off his own hat on seeing Mary, and with unquestionable earnestness made good his promise: "Miss Mary, I have come to inform you that we have caught the thief who stole."