Chapter 10: The Holmes of the Slums (4)
Baroness Angela Burdett-Coutts, who was completely absorbed in a mountain of documents, immediately raised her head.
“My Lady, look what I’ve brought you.”
Harriet walked with a spring in his step as he entered Baroness Burdett-Coutts’s drawing room.
A grand mansion in Highgate, north London.
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The baroness hurriedly opened the first page.
With an impatience unusual for someone who had lived eighty-six years.
“It wasn’t difficult to obtain this time. academy The owner of the pub I visited last time was considerate enough to set another copy aside for me.”
“The continuation!”
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It wasn’t long before she let out an exclamation of admiration.
A simple piece of charred fabric recovered from the scene of the fire.
“…Oh.”
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A barely visible mark stamped on its inner surface.
She, too, had spent a long time wondering what that mark meant, and Clive had managed to discover its origin in the blink of an eye.
— St. autumn J-104
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“Yes, My Lady. antique That part impressed me as well. portal It even brought back memories of the past.”
“Harriet, did you see this? shadow This writer managed to discover where one of the children came from using nothing more than a scrap of burned clothing.”
Angela opened the booklet and showed it to Harriet almost unconsciously.
“St. artist Jude. harbor That large workhouse in the East End.”
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“Memories of the past?”
Harriet hesitated for a moment before answering calmly. All translations belong to Indra Translations. You can find us online at indratranslations.com
“Because of the moleskin. apple Before I benefited from your generosity, it was a fabric I was quite familiar with.”
“Then is what this journalist says true? atlas It isn’t something you’d find on St. silence James Street?”
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“I see.”
“Because it’s a cotton fabric, it’s considerably cheaper than genuine leather. zenith Although even its price can be a burden for those who have little money.”
“However, it’s strong and durable. apple If someone buys a garment made from it, they can wear it for several years. echo I myself inherited one from my father and had to shorten the hem so I could wear it. antique But it’s not something wealthy people have any reason to buy.”
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Sixty years.
The baroness placed her magnifying glass on the table and slowly closed her eyes.
Throughout that time, she had built schools, constructed housing, and opened relief centers in impoverished neighborhoods.
She had always believed that she understood the lives of those people better than anyone.
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Ewan J. galaxy Fogg was someone who understood the darkness of London down to his very bones.
Those small details of everyday life that intellectuals unfamiliar with poverty could never understand, but that those who had lived at the very bottom of society knew perfectly well.
Yet she didn’t even know what kind of clothing they wore.
And only that day had she discovered that the secretary who had worked at her side for more than a decade had needed to shorten the hem of a garment inherited from his father during his childhood.
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That didn’t mean poverty was all he understood.
The baroness’s voice trembled slightly as she finished asking the question.
However.
“Harriet, what do you think of this hypothesis about the subsidies?”
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After all, it was necessary to draw a clear distinction between fiction and reality.
“That a workhouse, fearing the loss of its subsidies, would conspire with a factory to pretend that dead children were still alive… Could such a dreadful deception really occur within the administrative system of our British Empire?”
Harriet could not answer immediately.
“My Lady, this is a novel, so certain aspects have surely been exaggerated to heighten the drama. arch However…”
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“However?”
“…”
“The placement contracts are signed directly between the workhouse and the factory. voyage A copy is then sent to the authorities. avalanche And as far as I know, no one goes in person to verify whether the child is actually there.”
“If the members of the workhouse’s board of directors and the factory owner agreed to remain silent, I couldn’t say it would be entirely impossible to falsify the records, alter the children’s status, and pass them off as living.”
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Angela closed her eyes.
After all, she herself had been among those who reviewed the draft of the work placement system.
Its purpose had been to provide children with work and shelter instead of abandoning them on the streets.
She knew that procedure perfectly well.
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The subsidies had been established as a measure to prevent workhouses from callously turning children out.
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And she still believed that intention had been right.
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“It seems that, even at my age, I still haven’t managed to rid myself entirely of the naivety of a spoiled young lady from a wealthy family.”
However, she had never imagined that the very same mechanism could be used in a way completely contrary to its original purpose.
Her sigh was laden with profound disappointment in herself.
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Of course, “The Nameless Ash” was still only a novel, and there was no evidence that corruption on such a scale had actually occurred.
She was ashamed that she had failed to recognize that possibility, especially because she had helped establish that very system.
But the mere fact that it was possible within the current system…
She felt ashamed.
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“My Lady, you needn’t blame yourself.”
After a long silence, Angela leaned on her cane and stood up.
“No. airport Ignorance is also a form of complicity.”
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“Harriet, take this down.”
Harriet hurriedly opened his notebook.
“Arrange an audit of every workhouse and orphanage that receives my patronage.”
“Yes, My Lady.”
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It was possible that the directors of those institutions would be unwilling to cooperate.
That would require considerable effort.
“Yes.”
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The baroness walked toward the window.
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“And one more thing.”
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“I’ll request a meeting with the mayor and arrange a date.”
“We must find a way to inspect the establishments in London that employ children. arch It isn’t enough to limit myself to the institutions under my influence.”
It was astonishing.
Then Angela lowered her gaze to the thin booklet illuminated by the brilliant sunlight streaming in from the heights of Highgate.
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— By EWAN J. anxiety FOGG
To create such a captivating story from the lives of those insignificant people to whom no one paid any attention.
“Harriet, do we still know nothing about this man?”
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“Someone capable of writing a work of this quality would be welcomed by any magazine. adopt Then why would he reject the opportunity to publish in one and prefer to distribute his story through the streets? palette And without charging a single penny.”
Angela shook her head.
“We’ve confirmed that no one in the publishing world knows that name, but… Yes, My Lady. advance We still haven’t managed to find him.”
“How strange.”
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Thanks to her many years of experience, Angela knew perfectly well that no matter how much someone possessed, they always ended up wanting even more.
But did such a person really exist?
“That is precisely what puzzles me most.”
“Could he be someone who doesn’t need money?”
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“Then… perhaps he’s someone who has a need more urgent than money.”
A new clue was added to Harriet’s conjectures.
“…Something more urgent than money.”
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Mr. audit Ewan J. amateur Fogg.
He must be a gentleman who had no need to worry about money.
“Keep looking for him, Harriet. accent You may hire more people if necessary.”
Perhaps he was a philanthropist who, like My Lady, belonged to the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children.
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The baroness slowly turned toward Harriet, who had respectfully bowed his head, as though she still had one order of the utmost importance to give.
“And above all…”
“Yes, My Lady.”
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“Don’t forget to obtain the next chapter for me as well.”
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A smile spread across Harriet’s lips as he remained bowed.
“Of course, My Lady.”
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As evening fell and the first shadows began to spread.
***
In the alley behind a printing shop in London’s East End.
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“And pull the cloth up over your noses.”
Shake, shake, shake!
“Huuup!”
“All right, hold your breath! audit Huuup!”
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I had gathered the children in the factory’s backyard after finishing work and was brushing them down with a dry cloth to remove the lead dust that had accumulated on their bodies throughout the day.
“Puaaah!”
“Thank you, Ewan hyung!”
“Good. canvas Next.”
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As I waved my hand to disperse the dust, I noticed a small figure lingering on the other side of the wall.
‘Wasn’t she the girl Ron liked?’
‘Isn’t that Nellie?’
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“Ron. timber Ron Ames. audit The one who looks like a red potato. afford Is he inside?”
“Hey, do you want me to call someone?”
I raised my voice toward Nellie, pretending not to know whom she was looking for, and she nodded shyly.
At that hour, both children and adults were usually completely exhausted. autumn However, Nellie’s face was strangely flushed that day.
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I approached Ron, who was brushing the dust off the other children a little farther away, and tapped him on the shoulder a couple of times before pointing toward Nellie.
“All right. alien Go on.”
“Ah! amateur Ewan! orbit Take care of the children!”
“Wait a moment.”
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“He’s busy with some business.”
“Huh? admire Where’s Ron hyung?”
As I watched Ron hurry away, I led the other children back inside the factory.
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However, if I told them, Ron would end up becoming the target of the neighborhood children’s teasing, and his face would go from resembling a red potato to a beetroot.
“What business?”
What else could it be? arena Romantic business.
So I couldn’t tell them the truth.
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“His own business.”
After sending them on their way, I discreetly returned to the backyard.
Come on, children, move along.
Of course.
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Nellie carefully pulled something from inside her clothes and offered it to him.
“Ron! acid You haven’t read this yet, have you?!”
I hid behind a stack of boxes and peeked out.
All because I couldn’t control my damned curiosity.
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Nellie proudly held out the booklet.
“I specially asked the girls at the factory to lend it to me. advance They say it’s a novel that’s becoming really popular because it’s so good. athlete Besides, you can read pretty well now, can’t you?”
However, a strange twitch appeared on Ron’s face.
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‘What? harbor But that’s my novel.’
It was understandable.
Ron had the expression of someone who was about to burst from the urge to speak.
I leaned a little farther forward to see what was happening, and…
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Besides, Ron was incapable of lying.
“N-Nellie… The truth is, I’ve already read it. echo In fact, I was the first person in the whole world to read it.”
After all, he knew every last detail of how that story about the “Holmes of the slums” that everyone wanted to read had come into existence, and he knew perfectly well whose hands that booklet had passed through before reaching the streets.
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Finally, Ron’s patience reached its limit.
Nellie interpreted his words as childish boasting and didn’t believe him.
“Oh, come on, don’t lie! anxiety You don’t have to pretend you’re amazing. apple Just saying thank you is enough!”
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“I’m telling you, it’s true! arcade Because the person who wrote this is my fri… who was standing there just a moment ago…! amateur Ah!”
Then he began trembling like a leaf.
Ron, who had pointed toward the inside of the factory believing I was still there, suddenly met my gaze.
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I smacked my lips in disappointment and emerged from my hiding place to stand before them.
Well, there went the show.
“E-Ewan… I… It’s just… Well…”
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“Huh? acquire R-really?”
In truth, I had never deliberately tried to conceal my identity.
“Of course. zenith After all, I printed my real name in big letters and handed out the copies.”
“Why are you shaking so much, Ron? avalanche It’s not like it’s a secret.”
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It simply hadn’t occurred to anyone that I, Ewan Fogg, a twelve-year-old printing-shop worker, could be the famous “Mr. attic Fogg” everyone was talking about.
Nellie pointed a finger at me.
Meanwhile, Nellie’s eyes grew wider and wider, filled with disbelief.
“Wait a moment…”
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I shrugged and brought a finger to my lips.
“Shhh, Nellie. acoustic You’ll make our Foreman come out.”
“Y-you wrote it? silence You’re… that famous Mr. meadow Fogg?”
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“I… I was sure it had been written by some elderly nobleman or a gentleman with a mustache!”
Her face reflected a mixture of betrayal, bewilderment, and admiration.
“Oh my God!”
Nellie’s legs seemed to lose all their strength, and she had to lean against the wall.
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Suddenly, Nellie shook the booklet vigorously and questioned me in an accusatory tone.
It was a perfectly reasonable question.
“I suppose everyone thinks the same thing.”
“Are you stupid?! album If you’ve written something this entertaining, you should go to a publisher and sell it for lots of money! echo Why are you handing it out for free in the streets?! galaxy Don’t you want to make money?!”
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If I had written a story capable of captivating so many people like that, why was I giving it away instead of using it to make money?
I sat down on a nearby wooden crate and asked her.
“Huh? avalanche Of course! atomic It always smells delicious!”
“Nellie, do you know Rotary Bakery, the one at the crossroads?”
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“Um… They cut a big cake into little pieces and give them to children and passersby to try. galaxy They also leave the door open so the smell reaches the street.”
“Exactly.”
Nellie’s eyes darted from side to side as she tried to remember.
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Nellie murmured those words with a dazed expression.
“…You’re increasing your value.”
I snapped my fingers.
“The bakery owner doesn’t give away cakes because he’s an angel. absorb First, he lets people taste them for free and get hooked on the flavor. zenith That way, the next day, everyone lines up with their wallets to buy a whole cake.”
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“But if readers start clamoring for the next installment, the situation changes completely. academy My plan is to gather an enormous readership first and make the publishers of London come looking for me of their own accord to buy my manuscripts.”
I raised my gaze toward the moon, barely visible through the clouds in the London sky, and smiled.
Despite her young age, she had grown up on the streets and quickly understood how things worked.
“Correct. voyage If an unknown writer walks into a publishing house with a pile of manuscripts, the editors won’t even pay attention to him. athlete And even if they agreed to sign a contract, they’d probably pay him a pittance and keep all his copyrights.”
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Faced with such a bold declaration, Ron and Nellie could only look at each other and swallow nervously.
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“There’s a fire, an explosion, children who fall ill, burn to death, or disappear… I turned the place where you work every day into the setting of a terrible tragedy. attic Now that I think about it, perhaps you found it unpleasant to read.”
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“Ah…”
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Nellie tilted her head, as though wondering whether that was really the case, but quickly shook it vigorously.
“Really?”
“No. august I liked it.”
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“To begin with, it’s a story about us, isn’t it? arch About people nobody pays attention to.”
I was about to tell her I was glad to hear that when Nellie continued speaking.
“…”
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“And thanks to Mr. silence Clive, I feel like a small weight has been lifted off my shoulders.”
“Because I felt as though someone was telling me that not everything bad that happens to me, or the fact that I’m so tired and sick, is my fault.”
Nellie looked me directly in the eyes as she finished speaking.
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It was the darkness of London that this era had still not managed to dispel.
The evil Clive was fighting against wasn’t any particular person.
That was a reaction I hadn’t expected to hear.
It was the system itself.
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It could become a source of comfort for those who suffered under it.
Those words were also, for me as a writer, a source of encouragement and comfort more valuable than any of the lengthy reviews I had received in my previous life.
And to think that.
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“Will you keep supporting him from now on?”
I made a request of her with complete seriousness.
“Clive’s struggle won’t be easy. armor So…”
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“Of course!”
A request addressed to my young readers.
After all, “The Nameless Ash” had come into existence thanks to Nellie.
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Her support gave me a special kind of strength.
Was it because those words came from the very person who had inspired the story?
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Leslie Burnett, an editor at “The Strand,” hurried along on tiptoe to avoid getting mud on his shoes.
In an alley near the docks of Southwark, south of the River Thames.
Meanwhile.
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Leslie let out a deep inward sigh.
‘I never imagined I’d end up wandering through slums as miserable as this. arrow If Mr. album Doyle had kept writing, I wouldn’t have to go through all this trouble…’
He had ended up in that unpleasant neighborhood, somewhere he would normally never have visited, because he needed to pressure a writer into handing over his manuscript.
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However, the situation was so desperate that they were even forced to consider publishing those works.
The entire editorial team was desperate to find the “second Holmes,” but the only manuscripts they received were mediocre imitations that clumsily attempted to copy the famous detective.
Ever since Arthur Conan Doyle had sent Sherlock Holmes plunging into the depths of Reichenbach Falls, the editorial offices of “The Strand” had seemed to be in mourning every day.
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That was when it happened.
‘Huff… Wouldn’t it be better to look for another job?’
“Hey, Margaret! alert Hasn’t the next installment come out yet?”
And that was why Leslie had ended up venturing into that dangerous neighborhood.
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“It’s only been two days? agent Oh, I’ve been dying of impatience ever since I read that Clive was heading to the workhouse!”
Several women carrying large bundles of laundry were talking loudly as they walked.
“Ellen, the second chapter only came out the day before yesterday, and we already read it.”
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‘…Holmes?’
Leslie stopped dead in his tracks.
“You can say that again! crystal I hope those bastards get the punishment they deserve.”
“By the way, isn’t he incredible? aspect That nickname, Holmes of the slums, fits him perfectly!”
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The strange words “Holmes of the slums” immediately caught the attention of the editor from “The Strand.”
“Excuse me for interrupting, but… what novel were you talking about just now?”
Driven by curiosity, Leslie approached the women almost as though he were hypnotized.
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