My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 40 Jack the Ripper
The reception room became dead silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Sir Revere's face turned from white to red, then to blue, and then to pale again.

After a long time, he slowly said:

"Since the chief guard of my Rose Manor also secretly hid a box of Malabar pepper, it means that someone may be hiding in Rose Manor and stealing our specialty."

As he spoke, he directly separated the captain of the guards from Rose Manor.

The captain of the guards obviously understood what Sir Revere meant, and his face turned pale:

"Sir, I..."

"Shut up! There will be plenty of ways to deal with you later!" Revere shouted angrily.

After that, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Even so, this box of pepper could have been sold a long time ago. You know, spices can be preserved for a long time..."

Before he could finish, Holmes suddenly stood up and tapped the edge of the wooden box with his fingertips.

His movements were extremely light, but they caused Sir Revere's pupils to shrink suddenly.

"The lock of this box bears the Wellington family arms," ​​said Holmes, using his pipe to pry open the dark pattern on the inside of the brass buckle. "It was patented with the Society of Goldsmiths of London only last month."

"You mean to say that pepper sold two months or more ago would be decorated with the emblem of a product that was officially put into production this month?"

Sir Revere fell into a long silence, with a hidden murderous light gradually gathering in his eyes.

Yule smiled faintly, curled his fingers, and tapped the table lightly:
"If you have any other ideas, don't worry. We are just investigating and will not publicize it. It will not affect the reputation of the Wellington family."

As he spoke, his eyes looked calmly at the other person.

Although he did not have the momentum and oppression of the other party who had been in a high position for a long time, he had his own fierce momentum and was not afraid at all.

After looking at Jules for a while, Sir Revere closed his eyes and said:
"Okay, then you guys go ahead and investigate. You have two days to come up with the results. After two days, no matter what, you must leave."

Hearing that the other party had finally compromised, Officer Fate smiled:
"Thank you for your understanding. We will keep this a secret."

Although he did not know the details, he was at least an informant between the Anti-Suppression Bureau and the police station, and he knew some marginal information.

Having worked as a police officer in London for decades, he knew very well how arrogant and domineering these nobles were. It was incredible that they were willing to make such concessions!

Sir Revere supported his head with his hands and spoke calmly:
"Well, detectives, since you're investigating Rose Manor, how about staying here for now?"

Although the tone seemed calm, Jules had already heard the murderous intent hidden in the words.

He smiled slightly and said:

"As you wish."

Before, the Anti-Suppression Bureau just used him as bait to lure out the secret followers behind the scenes, but now, he wants to take the initiative to join the game.

Even if the Suppression Bureau would not help him at this time, he would still do it.

Holmes said nothing, but nodded his approval.

"Very good, Officer Fate, let's leave first and arrange accommodation for you two."

As he left, Sir Revere took a deep look at Jules and Holmes behind him, then turned around and sneered silently.

"Since you're here, don't leave..."

As he was thinking this, he suddenly saw the captain of the guards trembling beside him, and his anger suddenly flared up.

If this man had not been blinded by greed, would they have fallen into such a passive situation?
……

Behind any brilliance, there is always corresponding darkness.

This is especially true of London, which was built on sin.

The best among them, Rose Manor, was no exception. At this moment, in the dark dungeon of Rose Manor, a brutal torture had just come to an end.

Snapped!
The whip left a trail of blood, but the captain of the guards who was beaten just lowered his head and said nothing.

His voice was hoarse and he couldn't shout anymore.

"Trash...trash!"

Carl angrily swung the whip and hit him again.

However, as soon as he raised the whip, his hand was grabbed by someone.

"Karl, you've vented enough. Stop it. There's no benefit in killing him."

He turned his head slightly and saw that the person coming was Sir Revere. He lowered his head and said:

"I'm sorry sir, I was blinded by anger."

"That's all right," Sir Revere said, walking up to the captain of the guards with an indifferent expression. "Now, tell me in detail what happened that night."

The captain of the guards raised his head and spoke hoarsely:
"That night, I followed Lord Karl's orders..."

To survive, he told everything, except that he concealed his true motives and instead blamed everything on the smooth-talking Irish con man.

After listening to the whole process, Sir Revere pinched his chin and asked Carl beside him:

"What do you think?"

Carl thought for a moment and said:
"Maybe it's too coincidental."

"Coincidence? That's right. It's likely that he was set up."

Sir Revere took a long breath and said:

"There are two possibilities. One is that there's a traitor in Rose Manor, and the other is..."

His eyes darkened slightly. “There are more people who don’t want to see us happy than we think.”

Karl pursed his lips and said:

"So what should we do next? Should we just let them investigate?"

Sir Revere used his hand as a knife and gently wiped his neck.

"Do you think Rose Manor can withstand scrutiny? Over the years, the Code of the Cup has irreversibly affected many things here. The only way to stop this investigation is to nip it in the bud!"

He took a deep breath and said:
"Those two detectives have an extremely keen sense of evidence, and I suspect there might be members of the Suppression Bureau among them. We absolutely cannot let them continue their investigation."

We can't check everything, right? What if we find something?
This seemingly joking remark actually hits the nail on the head about the current Rose Manor.

Carl hesitated for a moment and said:
"Actually, I've been considering using similar methods, but I'm still a little worried that if something goes wrong, it might have a more serious impact."

Sir Revere suddenly lowered his head and said calmly:

"Guess why our Wellington family spent so much money to help those serious criminals escape the law?
If they die, who will bear the consequences?"

Carl nodded thoughtfully:
"I remember there was a disembowelment case that went unsolved a while ago. Let the murderer take the blame for us."

"That's fine..."

……

At this time, Jules was checking his room to see if there were any traps, secret passages or the like.

Suddenly, a reminder that had not appeared for a long time rang in his ears.

[Capture of the Sixth Historical Fragment: Jack the Ripper]

(End of this chapter)