Chapter 7: The Holmes of the Slums (1)
The first woman in British history to receive a noble title in her own right, rather than through her husband or father.
In the northern hills, from which one could enjoy a panoramic view of London, lay Highgate, a neighborhood of luxurious residences surrounded by lush forests.
Heiress to Coutts Bank and the most famous woman in Great Britain after Queen Victoria.
In the study of one of those mansions, decorated with the finest marble and red carpets, sat Baroness Angela Burdett-Coutts, who had turned eighty-six that year.
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“Ahhh… What a terrible tragedy.”
The woman who had devoted her entire life to helping those in need, known as the “Queen of the Poor.”
And furthermore.
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“To think that the young men who will carry the future of our nation are dying, not from enemy shells, but from an infectious disease.”
The letter of thick paper she held between her wrinkled hands had been sent by her husband, William.
He had traveled to South Africa as a Member of Parliament to observe the war against the Boers and had informed her that British soldiers were suffering terribly from typhoid fever.
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At Burdett-Coutts’s deep, heavy sigh, her chief secretary, Harriet, discreetly bowed his head.
“Yes, do so. adapt But they also urgently need supplies. voyage Find out what is needed at the front and use my personal fortune to provide it.”
“Would you like me to prepare a letter to Parliament and the War Office?”
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After all, that woman firmly believed that God had entrusted her with an immense fortune so that she could help those who suffered.
However, he knew his patroness would not change her mind.
It was an order that any secretary would have found difficult to accept immediately.
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“From what I’ve heard, Dr. arch Arthur Conan Doyle also intends to volunteer as a military physician soon. amber Perhaps it would be advisable to send the relief funds through that distinguished gentleman.”
“It’s already difficult enough to care for London’s hungry children, and now we must also attend to the tragedies taking place across the sea… There is far too much to do.”
“Yes, My Lady.”
“Yes, I’ll see to it.”
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Her back was hunched, and age spots covered the backs of her hands.
She had reached an age when waking up alive each morning could be considered a miracle and a divine blessing.
“My Lady, how about resting a little before preparing the letters?”
Her voice clearly reflected the weariness of someone who had spent decades tending to the darkest corners of Great Britain.
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“In that case…”
“How could I close my eyes when there is still so much work left undone?”
Harriet hesitated for a moment before taking a thin booklet from inside his coat.
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“How about reading this?”
It was “The Nameless Ash,” the novel he had obtained the previous night at a pub in Whitechapel.
“What is it?”
“A novel.”
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The baroness’s eyebrows rose slightly.
“It’s a story that has recently been circulating through the streets of Whitechapel. abandon Even workers who cannot read gather to listen when someone reads it aloud.”
“A novel?”
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“…”
The elderly woman stared at her secretary for a few moments before extending her hand.
“You still have quite a silver tongue. All translations belong to Indra Translations. You can find us online at indratranslations.com meadow I suppose that’s why I keep you by my side.”
“I thought it wouldn’t hurt for you to know what kind of story is captivating the people you’ve always cared about.”
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Angela Burdett-Coutts loved novels.
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And she turned the first page.
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However, seven years earlier, that pleasure had disappeared.
For a woman who had devoted her life to helping the poor, it was one of the few luxuries she allowed herself.
After spending the entire day dealing with account books, she enjoyed an hour of peace in front of the fireplace, reading a magazine.
“The Final Problem.”
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But none could measure up to the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
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Ever since Arthur Conan Doyle had sent his detective plunging over a waterfall, Angela had been unable to find that same excitement she so enjoyed in any other story.
Imitations were everywhere.
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It was always the same.
And above all.
A brilliant detective would appear and, with nothing more than a handful of tobacco ash, uncover the secret romances of high society or find some countess’s lost necklace.
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However, the alleys of Whitechapel were almost always reduced to some vague expression like “sinister den.”
Because that world did not contain the London she knew.
The detectives’ drawing rooms, high-society balls, and wealthy mansions were described with extraordinary precision.
And as she read, there would inevitably come a moment when she lost interest.
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“Oh, my goodness.”
But this novel was different.
Within its pages, the London alleys she had protected throughout her life came alive and became the setting for the events.
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Instead of beginning with a gentle introduction, the author had placed a gigantic explosion at a match factory at the very start of the story.
What audacity!
Had it been an accident?
And right in the heart of that world, a devastating fire broke out.
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She didn’t even have time to savor the sentences elegantly, because she needed to move immediately to the next one.
What secrets lay hidden behind that fire?
Angela felt as though the story itself had seized her by the collar and was dragging her along.
Or was it a crime?
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This was not a novel.
An inspector yawning as he wrote his report and a manager bowing obsequiously before him.
Small figures carelessly covered with straw mats.
Puddles of black water mixed with ashes and mud.
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‘Ah…’
It was exactly the same reality she had witnessed with her own eyes over the past sixty years while walking the streets of London.
Or, to be more precise, although it took the form of a novel.
Something long forgotten began to rise from the depths of her heart.
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Charles Dickens.
‘Charles, I’ve devoted my entire life to trying to dispel the darkness of London that you showed me. arena But… have I really accomplished anything?’
Charles.
After thirty years, the face of her old friend, who had portrayed in his writings the people crushed by the gears of the Industrial Revolution, seemed to overlap with the printed letters.
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The corpses that did not appear in the records.
It continued pulling her forward.
Because it did not merely denounce social tragedies.
However, the story did not allow her to remain lost in nostalgia.
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Angela became completely absorbed in her reading, devouring the printed words as she searched for the next page.
‘And in this respect, it also resembles Arthur Conan Doyle.’
The strange mystery surrounding the causes of their deaths.
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That was all.
However.
“…Huh?”
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She even turned the booklet over and shook it, as though expecting to find some hidden page.
The baroness lowered her gaze to her empty hands, utterly bewildered. Visit indratranslations.com for more free chapters and updates.
“Harriet.”
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“Where is the continuation?”
Harriet discreetly bowed his head.
“…It doesn’t exist yet.”
“Yes, My Lady.”
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“Exactly that, My Lady. absorb So far, that is the only chapter that has been published.”
“What do you mean, it doesn’t exist?”
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“Which magazine did it appear in? acid We need only send someone to the publisher.”
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“What do you mean it isn’t from a magazine? altitude Then where did this come from?”
“The thing is… it wasn’t published in any magazine.”
The elderly woman frowned.
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“Actually, since last night, I’ve sent several people to look for the author, but… we’ve found nothing.”
“The newspaper boys were handing it out in the streets. meadow Furthermore, very few copies were printed. amateur I barely managed to obtain one after paying the owner of a pub.”
Harriet paused briefly before adding.
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“That’s right. alpha If he had ever published anything, at least one person should know him. avalanche However, none of the publishers we consulted have ever heard of him.”
“Ewan J. amateur Fogg.”
— By EWAN J. canvas FOGG
The baroness looked once more at the name printed on the cover.
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It was a reasonable argument.
“I considered that as well, but if that were the case, why would he give up publishing in a magazine to distribute printed sheets through the slums?”
“Could it be the pen name of some established writer?”
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“…”
“Therefore, at present, we don’t know when the continuation will appear. meadow We cannot even be certain that it will ever be published.”
Then she picked up the booklet again and let her eyes travel once more over the final page, which she had already read.
The baroness remained silent for quite some time.
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She murmured those words with evident regret.
However, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
“…Although I suppose someone capable of presenting such a terrible mystery won’t simply disappear.”
“What a cruel person this writer must be. absorb To arouse an old woman’s curiosity like this and then disappear without a trace.”
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Until just a few moments ago, the baroness’s eyes had reflected obvious exhaustion.
They bore the weight of the tragedies arriving from South Africa, London’s hungry children, and the weariness accumulated over eighty-six years of life. Read original high-quality translation at indratranslations.com.
For a moment, Harriet could hardly believe what he was seeing.
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“When the continuation appears, make sure it reaches my hands before anyone else’s. atomic I don’t care what you have to do.”
“Harriet.”
“Yes, My Lady.”
But now, in that gaze.
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“As you command, My Lady.”
There was excitement.
A discreet smile also appeared on the secretary’s lips as he left the study.
“A writer who seems like a combination of Dickens and Doyle… How interesting.”
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I was taking advantage of that precious free time to work on the second chapter when I heard Ron shouting from the other side of the window.
That day, for the first time in a long while, I had left the factory before sunset because we didn’t have any delivery deadlines.
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“Ewan! atomic Hey, Ewan!”
“What is it? riddle What do you want?”
“Can’t you see I’m working?”
“Come outside! arcade You’ve got to see this!”
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His face was completely flushed with excitement.
“Oh?”
“Shit, that’s important too, but…!”
“I’m telling you, people are talking about your novel everywhere!”
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“Really?”
“I saw it with my own eyes! armor Come see for yourself!”
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I sprang to my feet and stuck my head out the window.
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After all, we were in Whitechapel.
A neighborhood where, as soon as the sun went down, drunken workers ended up sprawled in the alleys, and those with empty pockets looked for ways to take advantage of people even poorer than themselves.
However, until then, I had made a point of avoiding going out at night.
I won’t deny that the idea was tempting.
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“Are you scared?”
“Phew… It’s dangerous.”
It wasn’t exactly the kind of place where a twelve-year-old boy should be wandering around.
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When I went outside, I was a little surprised.
In the end, I put my pen down on the table.
However…
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The streets at dusk were much livelier than I had expected.
Under the gas lamps, people gathered in small groups of three or four, while the sound of an accordion drifted from somewhere nearby.
“…Huh?”
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The atmosphere was very different from the nighttime Whitechapel I knew.
“What’s so surprising?”
Street stalls sold boiled peas and jellied eels, and long lines formed in front of them.
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“No, it’s just… There are a lot more people than I expected.”
Until then, I had only seen those streets late at night, when I returned completely exhausted after spending the entire day racing against the clock to meet delivery deadlines.
Ah, right.
“Well, of course. avalanche We finished work early today.”
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At that moment, I heard someone calling me from a vacant lot.
When I turned around, I saw several children from the factory.
“Ewan hyung!”
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The children giggled at my answer.
They had been playing football with an improvised ball made from a pig’s bladder wrapped in several layers of rope, but when they saw me, they ran toward us as a group.
“I’ll… pass. altitude I’ve never been very good with balls.”
“Do you want to play with us?”
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Those dark, hard sweets were a real luxury for the neighborhood’s children.
“Here, this is for you.”
In the palm of his hand were two aniseed candies.
Then one of them began searching for something in his pocket and suddenly held it out to me.
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The boy nervously tapped the ground with the toe of his shoe as he murmured.
“Because… well…”
“Why are you giving me these?”
A brief moment of sweetness purchased with their meager pocket money.
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“Ever since I started wearing it, I don’t cough as much anymore. auction My mom told me to thank you, too.”
“You know… that thing you made for us. athlete The thing we wear around our faces.”
For a few moments, I was speechless.
“Ah, that.”
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“…Thank you. adapt I’ll enjoy them.”
I had simply cut up a few pieces of cloth and handed them out.
In truth, I hadn’t done anything extraordinary.
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“But you know you have to wash your hands before eating them, right?”
I accepted the candies and put them in my pocket.
“Aaaah, there he goes again!”
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“Hey, Ewan. abandon Look over there.”
The children fled toward the vacant lot, laughing.
“Run!”
Ron pointed toward a corner of the lot.
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In the center lay a stack of paper sheets, visibly worn from having passed through many hands.
We stood beside a nearby wall and listened to their conversation.
“Isn’t that my novel?”
Five or six adults were crouched around an old wooden crate.
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“I’m telling you, that damned manager killed the children and then piled up their corpses.”
“Exactly. absorb You’ve got it completely wrong. audit I bet there’s some deranged murderer prowling around the neighborhood.”
“That doesn’t make sense. advance If he did it, why would he set the factory on fire? aspect He could’ve just thrown the bodies into the river.”
“Then what about the Phossy Jaw?”
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“Couldn’t agree more. atlas While the policemen were busy yawning, he was the only one counting the corpses.”
“But that Mr. august Clive… You’ve got to admit he’s an extraordinary fellow.”
Everyone burst into laughter.
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“Mr. amber Holmes of the slums.”
One of the men deliberately lowered his voice and let a few seconds pass to build anticipation.
“And do you know what I call him?”
“Ooooh!”
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“By the way, when will Mr. avalanche Fogg finally see fit to write us the continuation?”
“That name suits him perfectly!”
“Mr. athlete Holmes wouldn’t even deign to set foot in a neighborhood like ours, but this man practically lives here!”
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Hidden in the shadows of the wall, I silently held my breath.
It wasn’t a name I had invented.
The Holmes of the slums.
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For a character to receive a nickname…
It was a nickname the readers themselves had spontaneously created.
Nor had I planned it or done anything to make people start using it.
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Ron nudged me several times in the ribs with his elbow.
“What do you think? apron See? apron I was right.”
It was clear proof that he had begun to win his readers’ affection.
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Instead of answering, I broke into a broad smile.
Then I absentmindedly fingered the aniseed candies in my pocket.
“I told you I wasn’t exaggerating, idiot.”
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The charm of a world without the internet or anything like it.
In my previous life, I had spent many years writing.
Secretly listening, hidden behind a wall, as my story passed from mouth to mouth among ordinary people.
However, I had never experienced anything like this.
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That was why I couldn’t just sit around doing nothing.
“Come on, Ron.”
‘…I like it.’
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“Yeah. matrix What else can I do when they’re waiting like that?”
“Huh? academy We’re leaving already?”
After all, the story those people were so eager to know.
I was the only one who could write it.
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