Golden Peacock - Basque Country Dog

Chapter [ 1 ]

Mr. Charlotte Holmes

Mr. Sherlock Holmes was sitting at the breakfast table, while I stood on the rug near the fireplace, and picked up a walking stick which a visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a slender stick, and made of smooth wood. Under the handle of the stick was a silver plate, on which were engraved the words, "To James Mortimer, MRCS, from the C.C.H., 1884."

"Hmm...what's up, Watsin, what kind of information did you get from the guest's stick? We didn't find him, and we didn't know about his case, so this lucky find is quite important. So, let me ask you how you judge a person by looking at the stick."

"Well... (imitation of my friend's way of thinking as best I could) By giving him this gift as a token of his affection, Dr. Mortimer will become a popular doctor. I would say he has reached adulthood."

"Hmm... that's good."

"Hmm... why?"

"I'd say he lives in the forest and mostly likes to walk."

No... because this stick was originally very good, but it has been handled so many times that it has become brittle, so I don't think a city doctor would be able to handle it. The iron sheath on the tip of the stick has been worn away a lot, so I want to say that he has been holding it for a long time.

"Hmm... that's right."

"There are words from friends who have been in the hospital, like, 'C-

Yes... it's great, the elephant is really great.

"I must admit that in your writings about the cases I have handled, you have shown your own abilities in a humble manner. You may not have the ability to shine yourself, but you have the courage to transmit it. Some people, though not great themselves, act as if they were inspiring great people. I must admit that I have a lot to thank you for."

Mr. Sherlock Holmes had never said so much about me before, and I was very pleased with what he said now. I had previously been annoyed at Mr. Sherlock Holmes for his insolence, either because of my compliments or because of my efforts to make his methods known to the public. Now I was pleased to think that I had used his methods sufficiently to merit his own praise. Then he took the stick from my hand and looked at it for a little while.

Hmm... (after sitting back down) "It's not very good, but it's interesting. There's only one or two small marks on this stick. We'll have to draw conclusions based on that."

"Hmm... am I missing something important?"

"Hmm , I think your deductions are mostly slippery. When I said you were stimulating me, I meant, frankly, that you were guiding me to the truth by seeing my errors. I'm not saying you're completely wrong in this matter. It's true that this man is a doctor in the wilderness, and it's also true that he walks a lot."

"Nope...so I was right."

"Hmm...that's about right."

"Nup....is that all?"

"Oh...' No, Watson, that's not all. For example, a gift to a doctor would be from a hospital, not a hunting party. Wouldn't the letter "C" before the letter "C" make you think it's Cherry Cross Hospital?"

"Noob... you might be right."

"Yes.. you guessed it right. If this is accepted, then a new basis for drawing conclusions about this person emerges."

"Nope.. ' Okay. If the letters CCH (ວ) are written in the alphabet, it means "ບາຍທາຍ (ກ) hospital", how can we extract the information?"

"Yes... you know my methods, don't you?"

"...' In one notable excerpt, I think this man used to practice medicine in the city before moving south."

"Hmm..I can think of a little more than that. When would this kind of gift be given? It must have been when Dr. Mortimer left the Cheryl Crow Hospital to practice medicine in the countryside. We know that gifts were given. We also know that there were transfers from city hospitals to the countryside. So it's not too far-fetched to think that this gift was given at the time of such a transfer, is it?"

Noob... "That makes sense."

"Hmm... and then there's the fact that only a doctor who has been practicing as a doctor in London can be a doctor in a big city hospital."

"That, such a doctor would not have thought of moving to the countryside, so we can assume that this person is not a senior doctor in a city hospital. So he has also worked in a big hospital. If he is not a doctor, what kind of person is he? He must be a junior doctor who graduated from medical school. Based on the date circled on the stick, we know that he moved from the hospital five years ago. So your conclusion that he is a senior doctor is invalid and we must say that he is a young man under 30 years old."

Noob... (laughs) "Let's just say it's not that hard to extract a quote based on a person's age and occupation."

I took a book called "Directory" from the bookshelf that listed the names and addresses of doctors, turned to the page with the name, and read the following:

James Mortimer, M.A.S. (1882), was an assistant surgeon at the Charing Cross Hospital, Greenpine, Patmo, Devon, from 1882 to 1884. He also served as a physician for the Greenpine, Towsley and High Barrow districts.

"Hmm... (with a smile on his face) "Why, you're not here, Mr. Watson. But the fact that you're a doctor in the forest is a bit of a stretch. My deductions are quite correct. As I was talking, I heard the bell ring at the front door. I think the master has arrived. Don't move, Mr. Watson. You're my partner. Your presence will be useful to us. Whether it's good or bad, I don't know. It's a very important moment when you hear footsteps approaching. Minister Dr. Mortimer, Detective (A) has come to Mr. Watson, I don't know what business he's on. Come in."

I, who had been expecting a doctor from the wilderness, was surprised when I saw the visitor enter through the door. He was a very tall and handsome man, with a long, pointed nose like a bird's beak.

His blue eyes, set close together and shining brightly behind gold-rimmed glasses, were piercing and piercing. Despite his young age, his long back was slightly bent, and when he walked, his head was bent forward and he looked up. When he entered the room, he saw the stick in Hom's hand, and he let out a loud cry of joy and rushed towards Hom.

He said, "I'm so glad, sir. I can't really tell if I forgot it here or at the shipping office. There's no way I could lose this stick, sir."

"Hmm... a gift from Charing Cross Hospital."

"He... is right, sir."

"Hmm...so we're right. Okay..that's Dr. Mortimer."

He is... Mr. Mr. is a person who has the same degree as M.A., R.C., and A.C. (S). This is Mr. Charlotte (A) Home (S).”

"Oh...no, my friends are Dr. Watson."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I've heard your name before, along with your friend. I've been very interested in your methods, Mr. Home."

"Hmm... After motioning for the guest to sit in a chair, I think you smoke your own cigarettes by looking at your finger. If you want to smoke a cigarette, don't hesitate to do so."

The man took out a cigarette paper and a cigarette lighter and, with astonishing ease, rolled a cigarette.

"Hmm... I have a problem to discuss with you."

"He... came to you when I realized that he was a person who was not practical about himself when faced with a very unique and profound problem."

"Well...then it would be best if you could explain what the problem is, Dr. Mortimer."

Introduction

The story of Baskerville was translated under the title 'Detective Maung San Shwe', but since the story was transferred from England to Burma, it was not complete, as is the custom of delicate stories, and some parts were left intact. When a house is moved from a hill with a beautiful view to another place, the architect who travels can dismantle it and move it without any damage, but the hill is no longer there, and the view seen from the house and the beautiful lawn on the hill are no longer visible in the other place.

For those of you who are reading this as Maung San Sya, you have already read it, so you don't need to think about it. I have eaten fried chicken, but when it is grilled with a red-hot sauce, it has a special aroma and taste.

For those who don't know enough English and want to practice, it can also be a lesson in how to interpret the subtle meanings of some words.