My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 39: So you didn’t know?
"Captain, hurry up, we're going to make a fortune this time."

In the Rose Manor, after completing their tasks, the guards gathered in a small room and looked at the captain of the guards with expectant eyes.

The captain of the guards weighed the bag in his hand, feeling its heavy weight, and couldn't help but smile.

"As the captain, I won't eat alone. Everyone gets a share!"

Although there were not many spices left, the box of the most important Malabar pepper was not thrown away.

That's why they were able to make such a huge fortune from the old businessman!
As the pounds were distributed, everyone's faces showed surprise and their joy was beyond words.

However, someone soon noticed something was wrong.

"Captain...why do I feel like the weight of this coin seems off?"

Hearing this, the captain of the guards felt a sinking feeling in his heart, and had a bad feeling.

"Bring it to me and see."

He was so overwhelmed with joy that he carried a whole big bag and did not check the weight of the individual coins.

After taking the coin from someone else, he weighed it in his hand and felt that the weight seemed a little lighter, and his face became a little ugly.

The captain of the guards did not give up. He picked up another pound from the side and lightly bumped the two together. There was no crisp sound as he had imagined, but a dull thud.

Just like the current atmosphere.

The room was terribly silent. After a long while, someone finally said:
"Captain, I've been tricked. What should I do?"

The captain's fingers trembled, and his face twisted several times:

"What else can we do? Pretend it never happened! Do you want the masters to know that we didn't carry out the mission honestly, but instead wanted to embezzle the money?"

Everyone lowered their heads tacitly, agreeing with the captain of the guards' statement.

After venting his anger, the chief guard calmed down and said:
"Let's just assume we dumped all the spices into the river. This never happened, you should all understand."

"If anyone wants to tell on me, don't blame me for not warning them. If everyone's heads are to fall off, they'll all fall off together. No one can escape."

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"What?! This matter has nothing to do with our Wellington family!"

The gentleman dressed in upper-class clothes slammed the table and glared at the police officer in front of him.

"Officer Fite, you should understand that investigating the cannibalism case will seriously damage our family's reputation!
It's like an upper-class MP being forced to take gardening leave and suspended from work for an investigation. Even if he's ultimately cleared, his career will be forever tarnished with a stain!"

Officer Fate shook his head, trying to keep his expression calm:

"Sir Revere, I don't mean to make things difficult for you, but the evidence ultimately points to your Rose Manor."

Seeing that the person in front of him was showing signs of attacking again, he added:
"Of course, I'm not saying this is necessarily related to Rose Manor or even the Wellington family. After all, Rose Manor often hosts grand balls, and it's very likely that the crime was committed by an outsider. This doesn't damage your family's reputation."

Sir Revere's expression was still very grim, but he found it difficult to refute Officer Fate's statement. He snorted coldly and said:
"You requested to enter Rose Manor to investigate simply because the so-called 'evidence' pointed to Rose Manor. But what if the evidence is wrong?"

His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, and his words even contained a hint of threat:
"Mr. Officer, you can't afford the consequences of this."

Officer Fate pursed his lips and said, "I'm sorry, I'm only responsible for the execution. As for the evidence, you'll have to ask these two."

The door opened, and Jules and Holmes strode in and sat down side by side with Officer Fitt.

Confronting three people at the same time, Sir Revere's momentum inevitably weakened a bit. He narrowed his eyes and said:
"Are you two detectives?"

At this moment, Jules had changed into a detective stereotype outfit. When he heard the other party's question, he nodded happily.

"Based on the clues we have, there is a high probability that the murderer is related to Rose Manor, so we must investigate."

He turned his head and glanced at Holmes, who understood what he meant. He took out the hair, showed it to him, and said lightly:
"The police have confirmed that this hair is indeed the remains of the deceased."

Sir Revere saw him touching his hair, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had thought of something, his posture relaxed a little, and he said jokingly:

"Why? It's just a strand of hair, what can you tell? Do the hair from our Rose Manor smell like roses?"

"Haha, it's certainly not the scent of roses," Jules took the hair and waved it in front of Sir Revere, "but the scent of certain spices on it can't be faked."

Sir Revere's expression suddenly turned colder, and he said:

"Spices? They're just common things. Why use them as an excuse to search Rose Manor?"

Yule chuckled and said:
"But the Malabar pepper on it is quite unique in London. You can't deny that, right?"

Sure enough, they wanted to make a fuss about this... Unfortunately, we got the news and were prepared.

Sir Revere thought so, raised his head, leaned on the sofa behind him, and said calmly:
"In the past, you might have used this as a basis to doubt our Rose Manor, but recently, you've really picked the wrong target."

"To be honest, due to the storm on the route and the poor harvest, we haven't had any of these precious spices in the past two months."

Holmes said calmly:

"Oh? Really? But I heard from my friend that a businessman from Ireland recently sold him a box of Malabar pepper from Rose Manor. What's going on?"

Sir Revere's eyes fixed, his expression unchanged as he said:

"No, it's probably some other kind of Malabar pepper in disguise."

Officer Fate took a deep breath and shouted:
"Bring in witness George Bullen, and the case of pepper!"

Upon hearing the witness's name, Sir Revere's smile froze on his face and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Soon, the captain of the guard who had previously traded with Holmes came in escorted by two guards, with someone carrying a wooden box behind him.

The pepper in the wooden box exuded a unique aroma, which made Revere smell a familiar smell and also made his heart sink.

The captain of the guards had already turned pale with fear. Seeing the four people in the room looking at him, he fell to his knees and cried out:
"Lord Revere, I shouldn't have been so foolish. That Irish barbarian is so treacherous. Not only did he give me counterfeit money, he also turned around and sued me! You have to help me..."

Sir Revere's expression suddenly turned sour, and he shouted angrily:
"What did you say? You really sold the pepper?!"

By saying this, isn't this implicitly admitting that Rose Manor still had Malabar pepper in stock during those two nights?
A trace of confusion appeared on the face of the chief guard:
"Ah? So you didn't know yet?"

(End of this chapter)