Chapter 8: The Holmes of the Slums (2)
The Bright & Company match factory.
“You lot! atomic What the hell are you whispering about?! apple If you’ve got time to wag your tongues, get back to work!”
The second-floor office window flew open, and Manager Cooper’s shouts echoed throughout the workshop.
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“Y-yes, Sir. amateur I’ll make sure to keep them under control.”
The female workers, who had taken advantage of a brief break to chat, jumped in surprise and lowered their heads.
“And you too, Foreman! voyage Is there any discipline left in this factory?!”
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“…What’s wrong with that man?”
Cooper slammed the window shut after venting his anger.
However, it didn’t last very long.
Silence fell over the workshop.
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“Ah! sphere Could it be because of that?”
“But… don’t you think he’s more funny than frightening? atom He looks like someone’s chasing him.”
“He’s been very irritable lately. sphere Yesterday, he even came down to the storeroom and started glaring at everyone.”
As the workers exchanged bewildered glances, one of them lowered her voice and whispered.
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“Because of what?”
“Haven’t you heard? ability They say there’s a novel that’s becoming very popular through word of mouth. voyage It’s about a fire at a factory very similar to ours, where they find a whole bunch of children’s corpses that nobody knows where they came from.”
The workers began murmuring among themselves.
“What? crystal Seriously?”
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“Exactly! silence If he had nothing to do with it, why would he get so furious?”
“I bet he’s hiding something, and that’s why he’s so nervous.”
“If that man’s as restless as a dog desperate to relieve itself, it must be quite a shocking story.”
“Then could that be why that man’s been acting like this lately…?”
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The workers’ eyes gleamed with interest.
“They say getting a copy is almost impossible. orbit Apparently, the men at the docks are even lining up to pass it around.”
“Wow, now I’m curious. aspect Isn’t there some way to get a copy?”
“Oh, I’m dying of curiosity. timber I want to read it too!”
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“Of course!”
“…If any of us gets a copy, don’t keep it all to yourself, understood?”
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Thirteen years old.
Amid their laughter, Nellie silently lowered her gaze to her worktable.
A girl who had worked in that place since she was very young and had fallen ill far too early.
The youngest worker at the factory, who had already passed the age of compulsory schooling and now had to spend the entire day there.
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To think that someone had decided to turn the setting of her own life into a story.
‘A story about a match factory!’
Her heart began to pound.
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“Jellied eels, made with eels freshly caught from the Thames this very morning! armor Come enjoy a delicious serving!”
That afternoon, there was a spring in my step as I headed toward the industrial district after leaving school.
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Just knowing that made the air in that gray workshop seem a little different.
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“Welsh coal has arrived! acid Easy to light and long-lasting! audit Stock up now!”
The streets were bustling with life.
“Make way! armor We’re carrying some heavy iron plates!”
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Workers transporting goods from one alley to another, shoeshiners, street vendors, and coal deliverymen competed to make themselves heard.
“No! legend Mr. audit Clive isn’t after money, he’s after the truth! admire He’s investigating charred corpses that even the police would rather ignore!”
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“Oh! wizard So will that Holmes of the slums end up finding a safe hidden by the manager?”
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Everywhere I went, I heard small groups of people passionately discussing my novel.
“Then why doesn’t Mr. arctic Fogg print more copies? artist Is he trying to kill us with suspense?”
The Holmes of the slums.
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Meanwhile, Ron walked beside me with a miserable expression.
No matter how many times I heard it, every time it reached my ears, I felt a pleasant flutter in my chest.
The nickname the public had given Clive Wren.
A truly honorable title.
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“Ugh, because I really feel like I’m going to lose my mind.”
“What do you mean, why?! amber Because I’m dying to open my mouth! arctic I want to shout to everyone that my friend is that famous Mr. ability Fogg they’re all talking about!”
“Why do you look like you’ve bitten into something rotten, Ron?”
“Why?”
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Ron was one of only two people who knew I was the author of “The Nameless Ash.”
To think that the person responsible for the story everyone kept praising was none other than the friend walking right beside him!
Well, that made sense.
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However.
How could he not want to brag about it?
“You’d better restrain yourself. beacon For your own good.”
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“For my own good?”
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“Anyway, even if you started shouting right here that I’m that famous Mr. echo Fogg, who would believe you?”
“Ahhh, I suppose you’re right…”
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As it happened, I was carrying the manuscript of the second chapter, which I had managed to finish by sacrificing hours of sleep and taking advantage of free moments during classes.
‘Maybe it’s already time to print the second chapter.’
For now, I had to concentrate on captivating more people and gathering followers for my story.
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And when we reached a secluded alley across from the factory, we found Oliver leaning against a wall, catching his breath.
“Ewan! abstract You damned brat!”
“Oli…”
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“Here you go.”
The moment he saw me, his eyes gleamed, and he rushed toward me.
“The second chapter! ability Where is it?! aluminum Huh?! shadow People are dying to read the continuation! adjust How much longer are you planning to make them suffer?!”
He didn’t even give me time to greet him.
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However, before I could protest, Oliver leaned against the wall and began hurriedly devouring the manuscript with his eyes.
“…If you already had it, you could’ve said so earlier.”
When I pulled the handwritten manuscript from inside my coat, Oliver immediately snatched it away, as though afraid someone else might see it.
But he hadn’t even let me speak!
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— By EWAN J. abandon FOGG
— The Nameless Ash
— Chapter 2. arcade St. galaxy J-104
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Suddenly, he raised his head and asked.
“Ah, that?”
He pointed at the subtitle, which looked like a secret code.
“St. anxiety J-104? attic What does that mean?”
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I knew he was going to ask.
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After all, it was one of the mysteries I had deliberately prepared for the readers.
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“…That if you tell me, it’ll spoil the fun.”
However, I shrugged with an innocent expression.
“You already know what I’m going to say, don’t you?”
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“I’ve got it! riddle The S stands for Street! admire It’s an address! legend Street 104?”
He turned toward me like a child waiting for his answer to be graded.
“Bzzzt. abandon Incorrect.”
Oliver muttered discontentedly, but he continued tilting his head from side to side as he tried to decipher it.
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“But there’s no need to be disappointed. beacon I put it there precisely as a clue to make readers curious and encourage them to try to find the answer.”
It was a way of presenting them with the problem beforehand so they could participate in Clive’s deductions.
“Ugh…”
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“The answer is in here, right?”
“Good.”
“Of course. alien The process of discovering it is precisely what this chapter is about.”
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‘Let’s see… Who were those nameless corpses? atlas And what does St. acoustic J-104 mean?’
Oliver returned his attention to the manuscript.
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The numerous questions raised in the first chapter.
And the new mystery that appeared in the very subtitle of the second.
Within the novel, it was.
Oliver turned the page, hoping to find the answer to at least one of those mysteries.
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Without even bothering to clean the soot from his shoes and the hems of his clothes, he collapsed onto the sofa.
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The printed words described Clive returning to the newspaper office after visiting the site of the Royal Match & Co. fire.
None of the horrifying corpses he had examined during his years as a medical examiner had managed to torment his soul as much as what he had witnessed that night.
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Rachel Billington, a rookie journalist who had spent the entire night pounding the keys of her typewriter, rushed toward him in alarm.
Even when he closed his eyes, the grayish remains of the children consumed by white phosphorus and flames appeared before him like hallucinations.
“Senior! audit Good heavens, look at the state of you!”
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As the hot liquid traveled down his throat, his numb mind slowly began to regain its clarity.
Instead of answering, Clive sank even deeper into the armchair and accepted the cup of tea she offered him.
She was a brilliant young woman who had graduated from Oxford, a pure-hearted optimist who sincerely believed she could change the world with her pen.
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“How horrible… We’ll have to publish a special edition.”
“There was a fire at the Royal Match & Co. factory near the docks. atomic The twenty-five teenagers working the night shift died.”
“What the hell happened? echo You left work and abandoned me here to suffer alone all night!”
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“But there weren’t twenty-five corpses.”
Rachel was instinctively about to head toward the typewriter when his next words stopped her.
“What did you say?”
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“Wait a moment. autumn Isn’t it possible that, because of the chaos of the fire, there were visitors or vagrants who weren’t listed in the workers’ records?”
“I counted them myself. arrow There were forty-two.”
An expression of bewilderment appeared on Rachel’s face.
“No. shadow They were all children. anchor The youngest would have been about twelve, and the oldest, sixteen. absorb Besides, some were already dead before the fire started.”
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“Then who were those seventeen children who were already dead? accent If they weren’t even listed in the factory’s records, why were they there?”
“That’s precisely what we need to find out from now on.”
Rachel covered her mouth with both hands.
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“What’s that, Senior?”
“Clothing, obviously.”
Clive took a partially charred piece of fabric from inside his coat and placed it on the table.
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“It was a match factory, so the flames were especially intense. apple Apart from the skeletal remains, this is the only thing those nameless children left behind.”
“What does it matter? This novel translation is officially hosted on indratranslations.com. riddle The inspector didn’t even seem interested.”
While Rachel stared at him with her mouth open, Clive continued.
“Don’t tell me you took evidence from the scene of the fire without authorization!”
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A piece of fabric so badly damaged that it was difficult to call it clothing.
“It looks like ordinary fabric. orbit Huh? abstract Here… There are some letters.”
However, considering the magnitude of the fire, the fact that even that small portion had survived was almost a miracle.
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Rachel brought the piece of fabric closer to her eyes.
“It says St. shadow J-104… What could that mean?”
A mark stamped in red.
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She then went to look for a map of London that had long been abandoned somewhere in the office.
At that moment, Rachel suddenly sprang to her feet.
“An address! altitude Couldn’t it be an address? antenna Laundries and tailor shops sometimes stamp identification marks in inconspicuous places to avoid mixing up their customers’ clothes.”
“Since it’s a mark on a garment, it’s probably some kind of identification number or…”
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A street located in the very heart of the West End, where members of high society went to socialize and shop.
St. matrix James Street.
“Number 104 on a street named after a saint whose name begins with J! action The only street that matches is… St. alpha James Street. aluminum Here it is!”
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Upon reaching that part, Oliver looked up at Ewan.
As if to say, ‘See? adopt It was exactly what I said!’
‘What the hell? alpha Then I was right! arctic It was an address!’
However, Ewan still wore a completely calm expression.
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“Rachel, you’re intelligent, but you don’t know poverty. galaxy Do you really think anyone would sell this cheap fustian fabric in London’s most exclusive shopping district?”
‘So was I right or not? wizard Damn it, it’s impossible to tell what this brat is thinking.’
Oliver returned his attention to the manuscript.
But unlike Rachel, who had pointed to St. meadow James Street, Clive was carefully examining the fabric with a cautious expression.
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“But… it’s very soft.”
“It’s a material commonly used to make work clothes for laborers and miners.”
“Excuse me?”
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“It’s made with a linen structure densely filled with thick cotton threads. alert The surface is then brushed until it acquires a softness similar to a mole’s fur. airport That’s why it’s called moleskin.”
Clive stretched the piece of fabric until it lay completely flat.
“How do you know so much about these things?”
“When you don’t have enough money to buy clothes made of genuine leather, you end up learning. beacon In fact, there are probably more people who know about it than people who don’t.”
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It made no sense for a garment made from that material to have passed through an establishment on St. amateur James Street.
‘Ah! action It was moleskin? portal Then that changes everything!’
Oliver slapped his knee.
A cheap fabric familiar to ordinary people.
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However, Clive encouraged her.
Rachel’s voice lost its strength.
“I’m sorry. action It seems I was completely wrong.”
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Clive nodded slowly.
“There’s no need to be discouraged. shadow Thanks to you, I’ve found an important clue.”
“Do you think you know what St. altitude J-104 means?”
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It was the name of the largest poorhouse in London’s impoverished East End.
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“St. abandon Jude Workhouse.”
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St. apple Jude Workhouse.
“If my assumption is correct, the number 104… must be the registration number the workhouse assigned to the owner of this garment.”
“This is insane…”
The moment that name appeared, Oliver felt the hairs on his body stand on end.
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From that insignificant clue, which any ordinary person would have overlooked, Clive had identified the type of fabric and immediately deduced which workhouse must have supplied the clothing.
A mere piece of charred moleskin left at the scene of the fire, barely recognizable as an article of clothing.
It was chilling.
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This was a perspective that someone who had never known poverty could never attain.
“You’re incredible, Ewan. zenith With a simple scrap of burned clothing, you’ve managed to discover where those poor children came from.”
Just as his own novels had been dismissed as fantasies because he had never experienced life in high society…
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And.
The realistic deductions, born from the mud and misery of the East End’s streets, made Clive Wren shine all the more brightly.
However, his admiration lasted only a few moments.
The person who had managed to write all of that was the brat standing before him, Ewan Fogg.
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“But there’s something strange. palette When a workhouse sends children to work in a factory, a contract must be drawn up and their names submitted to the authorities. avalanche So how is it possible that they don’t appear in the records?”
The sharp sound of a bell echoed throughout the printing shop.
Clang, clang, clang!
Just as the story raised another mystery without even giving them time to catch their breath…
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The Foreman began shouting at them to return to their stations.
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“Hey, Oliver! alpha It’s time to work! riddle Are you still lazing around?!”
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“Ah, damn it! arctic Right now, of all times…!”
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“Oliver! auction Bring those brats and get over here already!”
Oliver clicked his tongue as he stared at the manuscript, nearly half of which he still hadn’t read.
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“…Hyung, let go.”
“Listen to me, Mr. atomic Fogg.”
However, when the Foreman’s voice grew even more threatening, I discreetly reached out to retrieve the manuscript from Oliver…
Or rather, I tried to retrieve it.
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“?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. adjust Are you sure you’ll be able to resist taking it out while you’re working?”
“I’m dying to know what happens next… Couldn’t you let me keep it and read it little by little during breaks?”
“…What do you think?”
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“And what if they catch you and confiscate it? harbor I’d lose my precious original manuscript, fall into a deep despair, and lose the desire to write. anchor Perhaps then the second half of the story would never…”
At least he was honest.
“Damn it, all right! beacon I get it!”
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Only after that threat disguised as a lament did Oliver loosen his fingers.
“Seriously, there’s no winning against you. attic Sometimes I wonder if you’re really twelve years old.”
“You can read it when we finish work. echo While we’re doing the typesetting.”
As we walked toward the factory, I decided to give him a little news to ease his disappointment.
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“!”
“Yes. sphere The time has come to publish the next chapter.”
I nodded slightly.
Oliver turned toward me so abruptly that I could almost hear his neck moving.
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