"Dear Watson, don't be sad. You know, I don't mean you alone. In fact, no one can do better than you, and some people may not be as good as you! However, it is obvious that you have ignored some very important things.

Important things. What do the neighbors think of Mr. and Mrs. Amberley? Obviously, this is very important. What about Dr. Ernest's character? Will everyone believe that he is a bohemian and libertine? Watson, with your natural talent

All women will be happy to be your helpers. What do you think of the post office girl or the greengrocer's wife? I can imagine you whispering nonsense to the ladies in Bruanko and getting some useful information from them.

scene, but you didn’t do any of this.”

"I can still do this."

"I have done so. Thanks to the telephone calls and generous assistance from Scotland Yard, I have often been able to obtain the most rudimentary information without leaving my residence. In fact, my information corroborated the accounts of others. The locals believed that Ambley was

A hard-working man who never gets rid of his hair, but also an extremely rude and demanding husband. It was the young Dr. Ernest, an unmarried man who often played chess with Amberley and probably played tricks on his wife.

It seems that all of this is very simple, and you may think that these are enough, but - but!"

"What's the difficulty?"

"Maybe it's just my imagination. Okay, don't worry about it. Watson, let's listen to music and get away from this heavy task for a while. Karina is singing at the Albert Hall tonight, we still have time,

Let’s have dinner together first, then change clothes, and then go to the concert.”

The next morning, I got up on time. However, two empty eggshells and some bread crumbs showed that Holmes had gotten up earlier than me. On the table, I found a note. The content was as follows:

Dear Watson:

I have one or two things that I must discuss with Amboli, and then we can decide whether to actually take charge of this case. Please be ready before 3 pm. At that time, I will need your assistance.

S.H.

From morning to afternoon, I didn't see my partner for a long time, but at the appointed time, he came back, looking serious and silent. At this time, it was better not to disturb him.

Finally, Holmes asked: "Has Amberley come?" "Not yet."

"Oh! I'm waiting for him!"

Holmes was not disappointed, and soon the old man came with an anxious and confused look on his face.

"Mr. Holmes, I have received a telegram. I don't know what it means." Amberley handed over the telegram, and my companion read aloud:

"Please come at once. Information about your recent loss of money is available. Elman, Vicarage."

"Left Parrington, at ten past two," said my companion. "Little Parrington is in Essex, not far from Frinton, I believe. You should act at once. It is evident that this is

Telegram from a trustworthy man, the local vicar! Where's my Who's Who? Oh, here it is, 'J.C. Ellman, M.A., responsible for the parishes of Mosmore and Little Parrington.'

Look at the train timetable, Watson."

"There is a train from Liverpool Street at 5:20." "Very well, Watson. It would be best if you went with Mr. Ambley. He needs your help and advice. It is obvious that we are approaching the most critical point of this case.

It’s the moment.”

However, our client is in no rush to act.

"Mr. Holmes, this is ridiculous." Amberley said: "How could this priest know what happened? I thought our trip would only be a waste of time, energy and money."

"He won't send you a telegram if he doesn't have some real information. He'll call you back immediately and say you'll be there soon."

"I don't want to go," Amberley said.

My partner became stern and said, "Mr. Amberly, if you refuse to cooperate in pursuing such an obvious clue, it will only leave the worst impression on the police department and us. We will think that you have no knowledge of this case."

handle it seriously."

When Holmes said this, our client immediately panicked.

"Well, Mr. Holmes, since you ask so, I will certainly go," Amberley said. "However, on the surface, it seems impossible that the priest knows anything about the real situation. However, if you think-"

"That's what I think," said my companion gravely and earnestly.

Amberly and I set off soon.

Before we left the house, my partner called me aside and gave me some warning. It was obvious that he thought this trip was of great importance. He said: "No matter what happens, you must do everything possible to take him there. If he escapes or

When you go back, you can go to the nearest telephone exchange and give me a message, just say 'run away'. I will make arrangements here and transfer the call to me no matter what."

Little Parrington is on a branch line, and the train is inconvenient. This trip did not leave a good impression on me. The weather was extremely hot, the train traveled slowly, and my fellow traveler Amberley was also depressed, except for occasionally talking to us.

Except for a few words of sarcasm about the useless trip, he remained silent. Finally, we finally arrived at a small station and took a 3.2-kilometer carriage ride to the vicarage.

A burly, serious-looking priest received Amberley and me in his study, with the telegram we sent him in front of him.

"Hello everyone!" he greeted, "Excuse me, what do you have to say?"

"We are here -" I explained, "for your telegram."

"I sent a telegram! I didn't send any telegram at all!"

"I mean, the telegram you sent to Mr. Josiah Ambley concerning his stolen money."

"Sir, this is a joke, it's too ridiculous." Pastor Ellman said angrily: "I don't know Mr. Josiah Ambley at all, and I never sent him a telegram!"

Amberly and I looked at each other in surprise.

"Maybe we're mistaken," I said. "Maybe there are two parsonages here! Oh, and here's the telegram. It says 'Ellman, Parsonage.'"

"There is only one vicarage in the local area, and I am the only pastor. This telegram is shameful and must be a forgery. Its origin must be investigated by the police. At the same time, I think there is no need for us to talk anymore."

Amberley and I came to the roadside of the village, which seemed to be the most primitive countryside in England. We arrived at the telegraph office, but it was closed. Thanks to a phone at the police station, I was able to get in touch with my partner.

The result of our trip also seemed strange to him.

"What's going on is really strange!" Holmes said on the phone: "It's a bit puzzling! But, Watson, what I'm most worried about is that there is no train coming back tonight. I didn't expect that you would spend the night in an inn in the country. But

, nature is always with you, haha, Watson—nature plus Josiah Ambley—have them to keep you company!”

When I hung up the phone, I heard Holmes' laughter.

Soon I discovered that Amberley was truly a tough guy. He complained about the cost of the trip, insisted on taking a third-class carriage, and then lost his temper because he was dissatisfied with the hotel bill. The next morning, when we

When I finally returned to London, it was hard to say who was in a worse mood, Amberley or me.
Chapter completed!