‘I don’t know, I will never sign it.’

‘What is your name? Did you not think about her at all?’

‘Claytit. I will believe it if I hear her say this myself.’

‘Where are you coming from? If you sign, you will see her.’

‘Athen. Then I can only see her.’

Mr. Holmes, in 5 minutes, I will figure out everything in front of them. As long as I ask another question, the true face of this matter can be found. At this time, I didn't expect that the door suddenly opened and a woman walked in. I couldn't see her appearance clearly. I just felt that she was slender, graceful, had black and beautiful hair, and was wearing a very fat white pajama.

‘Harold!’ the woman said in a slightly stiff English, “I can’t stay any longer. It’s so lonely here, only… Oh, my God, isn’t this Paul!

The last two sentences were spoken in Greek. Before he finished speaking, the man tore off the adhesive plaster sealed on his mouth, screamed and shouted loudly, "Sophie! Sophie!" and threw himself into the woman's arms. However, after only a few seconds of hugging, the young man grabbed the woman and pushed her out of the door. The older man grabbed the victim who had been under house arrest for three weeks and dragged him out from the other door. I suddenly left myself inside, and I suddenly stood up, hoping to find some clues and know where I was. Fortunately, I had not implemented it in the action, because when I looked up, I found that the old guy was standing at the door, staring at me fiercely!

'Okay, Mr. Melas!' he said, 'Look, we treat you as our own people and ask you to participate in the private matters. We once had a Greek friend who helped us negotiate. But he had rushed back to the East due to urgent matters, otherwise we would not have been able to do anything to you. We need someone to replace him. It is said that you have a high level of translation and we are really lucky.'

I nodded.

‘It’s £5.’ He walked towards me and said, ‘I think this is a complete expression of my gratitude. But remember,’ he patted my chest twice, and said with a chuckle, ‘If you can’t keep a secret about this, even if you say it to someone – be careful, let God pity your undead!’

How frightened and disgusted me with this slutty person, I can't describe it to you. At that time, he was shining by the light, and I could see it more clearly. This person's face was haggard and withered, with a small tiny and thin beard. When he spoke, his face stretched forward, his lips and eyelids kept shaking, just like a choreopath. In addition, the weird laughter he kept making me unable to help but think it was a symptom of a neurological disease. However, his fearful face was also reflected in the gray eyes, and the cold and vicious light kept flashing.

‘If you reveal this, it is not difficult for us to know.’ He said, ‘We have a way to get the news. There is a carriage waiting for you outside, and my companion will take you on the road.’

I hurried through the vestibule and sat in the carriage, looking at the trees and the garden again, Mr. Latimer followed me tightly and sat across from me in silence. We drove for a long distance in silence, and the windows were still blocked. Finally, it was not until midnight that the car finally stopped.

‘Mr. Melas, please get off here!’ said my fellow carriage, ‘I’m very sorry, it’s still far from your residence, but there is no other way. If you want to track our carriage, it will only be of no use to you.’

He opened the car door as he said that. As soon as I jumped out of the car, the driver rushed away. I looked around in fear and found that I was in the wilderness, with dark bushes nearby, and a row of houses in the distance, with lights flashing in the windows; another saw the red railway signal lights.

The carriage that carried me here was gone. I stood there and looked around, trying to figure out where I was. At this time, I found a man walking towards me in the dark. When he walked up to me, I realized that he was a railway porter.

‘Can you tell me where is this place?’ I asked.

‘Here is the Wandsworth wasteland.’ he said.

‘Will there be trains entering the city here?’

‘If you walk about 1.6 kilometers, you can get to Clapen Hub Station.’ he said, ‘You can catch the last bus to Victoria Station.’

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, this is the end of my adventure. I know all this, and I don't know what else, I don't know where I go, nor who I talk to, any other situation. However, I understand that there is a dirty conspiracy going on there. If possible, I hope to help the unfortunate man. The next morning, I told Mr. Mycroft Holmes everything and then reported the case to the police station."

After listening to this bizarre story, we sat silently for a moment. Then Sherlock looked at his brother.

"Has any measures been taken?" Sherlock asked.

Mycroft picked up a copy of the Daily News on the table, which contained a notice:

The Greek gentleman Paul Claytitt came here from Athens not long ago and he did not speak English; in addition, there was a Greek woman named Sophie, both of whom were missing now, and if anyone knew their whereabouts, they would be given a heavy reward. X2473.

"Today, various newspapers have published this advertisement, but there is no news." Mycroft said.

"Did the Greek Embassy know about this?"

"I asked, they didn't know anything."

"Then send a telegram to the Athenian police headquarters!"

Mycroft turned to me and said, "In our family, Sherlock is the most energetic. Well, if you want to do your best to find out this, please let me know in time if there is any good news."

"Okay!" my partner stood up and replied, "I will tell you, and I will tell Mr. Melas. Mr. Melas, if I were you, I would have been very alert during this period, because if these advertisements were seen by them, I must have guessed that you had betrayed them."

We walked home together, and Sherlock Holmes sent several telegrams to the Telegraph Office.

"Warson, look," said Holmes, "we are worth the trip tonight. Many of the major cases I have dealt with have passed through Mycroft and transferred to me. Although we can only answer one kind of new questions, they still have many characteristics."

"Do you have great hope of solving it?"

"Oh, since we have learned so much, if we cannot find out other problems, it would be a strange thing. You must have some ideas for answering the situation just now!"

"Good, but vague."

"So, how did you think?"

"It seems obvious to me that the Greek girl was abducted by the British youth named Harold Latimer."

“Where did you kidnap it?”

"Maybe it from Athens."

Sherlock Holmes shook his head and said, "That young man can speak Greek, but the woman can speak good English. To be more destined--she has been in England for a while, but that young man has never been to Greece."

"Well, then, let's assume she was visiting the UK and Harold advised her to go with her."

“It’s not impossible.”

"Her brother - I feel they must be relatives. Later, they came from Greece to intervene, but accidentally fell into the hands of the young man and his old accomplice. The two men kidnapped him and used violence against him, forcing him to sign some documents so that the girl's property would be transferred to their name. The trustee of the property was probably her brother, and he refused to agree to sign the transfer. In order to negotiate with him, the young man and his old accomplice had to find a Greek-knowing translator, so they chose Mr. Melas. They may have used another translator before. They did not let the girl know about her brother's arrival. The girl only knew that her brother had arrived by chance."

"That's right, Watson!" said Holmes, "I do feel that what you said is close to the fact itself. Look, we are sure to win, and hope they don't act violently. If we have time to do it, they will definitely be arrested."

"But how can we find out the location of the residence?" "Oh, if we speculate that the woman should be named Sophie Claytitt now or before, then it will be much easier for us to find her. This is our most convenient clue, and her brother is of course a complete stranger. It is not difficult to see that Harold has been with the girl for quite some time, at least for a few weeks, so her brother learned the news in Greece and rushed here. At this time, if the place where they live has not changed, then someone will likely reply to Mycroft's advertisement."

We talked about this all the way and returned to our Baker Street residence. Sherlock Holmes was the first to go upstairs. He opened the door and was surprised. I brushed his shoulder and looked over, and it felt very strange, but he saw his brother, Mycroft, sitting in the armchair and smoking!

"Shelloke, come in! Mr. Watson, please come in!" Mycroft noticed the surprised expressions of us, showed a kind smile, and said, "You didn't expect me to have such energy, right? Shelloke, but for some reason this case really attracted me."

"How did you come?"

"I've surpassed you in a two-wheeled carriage."

“Is there any new progress?”

“My ad was heard.” “Yes!”

"Really, you just left for a few minutes and heard the news."

"What's the result?"

Mycroft took out a piece of paper.

"Here," he said, writing a middle-aged man, weak, and he wrote on a light yellow printing paper with a wide-point pen.

gentlemen:

After reading today's newspaper advertisement, I will reply as follows.

I know very much about this woman. If I can come to me, I will tell you the tragic experience of this woman in detail. My residence is Myrtlez, Beckenham.

Your faithful J. Davenport

"His letter was sent from Lower Bricoston," said Mycroft. "Shelloke, let's go to him by car now, let's find out more?"

"Dear Mycroft, it's far from knowing the girl's life now. I think we should go to Scotland Yard and go directly to Beckenham with Sheriff Glasen, because we know very well that the life of that person is very dangerous and should be said to be a critical moment!"

"It's better to take Mr. Melas along the way," I suggest, "we might need an interpreter."

"It's right." Sherlock Holmes said with approval, "Send the servants to find a four-wheeled carriage, and we'll set out right away." He opened the drawer of the table as he spoke, and I saw him take out a pistol and stuffed it into his pocket. "Believe in my judgment." He found that I was looking at him and added, "I can say that, based on what we have heard, we are going to deal with a very dangerous gangster."

When we arrived at Mr. Melas's house on Belmeer Street, it was completely dark and he had just been invited away from his house by a gentleman.

"Can you tell us where he went?" asked Mycroft Holmes.

"I don't know, sir." replied the woman who helped us open the door: "I only know that he and the gentleman were leaving in the same carriage."

"Has that gentleman been given his name?"

"No, sir."

"Is he a handsome black young man?"

"Oh, no, sir. He is not tall, wearing a pair of glasses, has a very thin face, but has a very cheerful temperament. He keeps laughing when he speaks."

"Follow me!" Sherlock Holmes suddenly shouted seriously, "The situation is very critical." He said as we rushed to Scotland Yard, "Meras was taken away by those people again. They noticed that Melas was not very brave the night before. As soon as the villain appeared in front of him, he was frightened. Yes, those people wanted him to be a translator, but after the translation was over, he was very likely to be killed for leaking the news."

We expected that the train would be faster than the carriage to get to Beckenham, but after we arrived at Scotland Yard, it took us more than an hour to find Sheriff Glassen and complete the legal procedures for entering the private house. The four of us arrived at London Bridge at 9:45, arrived at Beckenham Railway Station at 10:30, and drove about 0.8 kilometers before we arrived at Myrtlez, a large mansion that seemed extremely gloomy, with its back on the road, so we sent the carriage away and walked forward along the lane.

"The windows are all black," said Sheriff Glasen. "It seems that no one lives in this house."

"Our birds have flew out, and the bird's nest is empty," said Sherlock Holmes.

"Why do you say that?"

"A four-wheeled carriage full of luggage, it's been less than an hour since it drove away."

Sheriff Glasen smiled and said, "I saw the ruts under the door lights, but where did the luggage start?"

"The ruts you see are probably left when the same carriage is driving in the other direction, but the ruts that are driving out are very deep - so it is safe to say that the car is heavy!"

"You are more careful than me," Sheriff Glasen said, shrugging his shoulders, "It is not convenient for us to break in, but if we call the door without anyone agreeing, we can try it."

Sheriff Glasen beat the door knocker hard and kept ringing the bell, but there was no response inside. Sherlock Holmes walked away for a few minutes and returned.

"Oh, there is a window that has been opened by me," said Sherlock Holmes.

"Mr. Holmes, fortunately you are not against breaking into the door." Sheriff Glasen sighed when he saw my friend pulling the window latch so cleverly, "Well, in this case, I think we can enter without invitation."

We entered through the window and walked into a very spacious room, which should be where Mr. Melas had been to last time. After the sheriff lit the lantern, we saw two doors, curtains, lamps, and a pair of Japanese armor - the things Melas had told us. In addition, there were two glasses on the table, an empty brandy bottle and leftover rice.

"Listen, what's the sound?" Sherlock Holmes asked suddenly.

We all stood there and listened quietly and carefully. A low voice came from a place above our heads. Sherlock Holmes rushed to the door and ran into the vestibule. The sad voice came from the upstairs, and he immediately ran upstairs, followed by the sheriff and I, and his brother, M.C., despite his obesity, tried to catch up as soon as possible.

There were three doors facing us on the second floor. The desolate sound came from the middle door, sometimes like a low murmuring, sometimes like a sad wail. The door was locked, but the key was left outside. Sherlock Holmes quickly opened the door and rushed in, but immediately stepped out with his hand pressing his throat.
To be continued...