pushed him in the direction of the divan. And now imagine my own surprise. Gavriushka vanished through an aperture that opened in the floor.
Holmes didn’t give Fomka a chance to recover from his surprise at this turn of events. We bound his hands and legs and only then Holmes yelled, ‘Police! Call the police!’
A quarter of an hour later the restaurant was full of policemen of every rank and sort as well as agents of the criminal investigation department, all of them warned in advance by Holmes.
Holmes led everyone to the open trapdoor and said, ‘The villain has fallen into the snare which he prepared last night for Maxim Vasilyevitch Kliukin. This is what I learnt from the porter. He and Fomka locked themselves up all day in this private dining-room. Sawing through the floor boards wasn’t much of a problem. Having completed their work, they fastened the trapdoor in place, waxed the slits and, of course, ordered that the room should not be let to anyone else. Gavriushka handed out a good ten roubles in bribes. In the space under the floor boards was where they would have strangled you. I can only wonder at the depth of hatred that could bring a young fellow like that to plan such a horrible revenge. Fortunately, I followed him and was able to discover his work, otherwise, Maxim Vasilyevitch, things would have been the worse for you. I congratulate you on your deliverance from the hands of these villains. I look forward to meeting you later this evening, but in the meantime, I trust you will permit me to take my leave. My task is not yet completed. I have yet to make certain other arrangements concerning finding more of your stolen goods in the provinces.’ He then turned to the police. ‘As for those two fellows, gentlemen, you’ll have to hold on to them and to hold on to them tightly. One of them already has half a dozen crimes he has escaped answering for and, of course, it is unlikely he will escape this time.’
He shook hands with Kliukin standing there completely taken aback and we both left.
5. THE PEARL OF THE EMIR
P. Nikitin
I
That was the year the Emir of Bukhara visited Russia. Accompanied by a considerable retinue, he travelled displaying all the splendour and opulence of the East.
Having paid a visit to Petersburg, he was returning home, but decided not to travel by rail but along the Volga. The weather was fine, with clear sunny days which lured him out of his stuffy carriage to breathe the open air. Orders were dispatched from Petersburg to Nijni-Novgorod to prepare a ship exclusively for the Emir and the town prepared to welcome this important guest.
At the time, Holmes and I were travelling along the Volga and stopped over at Nijni-Novgorod for a few days. We delayed our departure because of the Emir. We had been about to leave, when we heard of his impending arrival and stayed on to enjoy the brilliant spectacle. He arrived on the appointed day. With his retinue, all in gold and jewels, he literally flashed through the town and vanished aboard their ship. Holmes and I, and a crowd of curious sightseers, accompanied them as far as the wharf and then went home.
Less than an hour passed. Holmes and I were chatting, I think it was about Eastern peoples, when the door of our hotel room opened slightly and the lackey who looked after our corridor poked his head through the door and told Holmes that he was wanted by the Bukharans.
‘What’s happened?’ asked Holmes.
‘The Chief of Police and some Bukharans wish to see you,’ he said.
‘How strange!’ Sherlock Holmes wondered. ‘As far as I know, I have never met a single Bukharan. Oh, well, show them in.’
The head was withdrawn and a couple of minutes later the Chief of Police, accompanied by a couple of Bukharans, one of whom was an interpreter, came in. Sherlock Holmes introduced himself, then me, and asked the reason for such an unusual visit.
‘Not as unusual as it may appear to you,’ said the Chief of Police. ‘Something very unpleasant has happened to His Highness, the Emir of Bukhara. I was sent for to assist in the matter, but I, knowing that you are temporarily staying here, advised that you should be brought in, in connection with the matter. With your assistance, the lost item will be recovered ten times faster.’
‘I am flattered,’ Holmes bowed. ‘Of course, I shall try to be worthy of your opinion, but surely you have enough qualified policemen of your own?’
‘Hmm… how shall I put it?’ The Chief of Police was clearly uncomfortable. ‘Yes, we have more than enough, and if I were to include the entire membership of the Union of the Russian People, there’d be more than are necessary, but … how can I put it better? You understand … in the last few years much has been annulled by the revolution and they are all specialized to good effect where political investigation was involved, much to the detriment of criminal investigation. But you are an expert in criminal investigation, never having touched political matters and, of course, are bound to be infinitely better, and this is why I pin more hope on you than all my underlings.’
‘Every state has its own way of doing things,’ said Holmes with an imperceptible little smile. ‘By the way, what you say is true and I am willing to help to the best of my abilities.’
‘That’s wonderful!’ exclaimed the Chief of Police. ‘And now that this matter is settled, I can go. I have matters to which I must attend. My task was only to convince you to take this on. I have the honour of taking my leave.’
He bade farewell to us and the Bukharans and was gone.
II
Sherlock Holmes invited the two strangers to sit and tell him what was the matter. The older of the two was richly dressed in silk robes with stars on his chest. With a self-important air, he sank into a sofa and said something to Holmes in his incomprehensible tongue. Holmes heard him out with the patience of a statue.
When the Bukharan had finished, the interpreter took over. First of all, he announced that before us sat none other than a Minister of the Court of His Highness, the Emir of Bukhara, Hadji-Mehti-Mashadi-Mahomet-Sultan.
Next, speaking on behalf of Hadji-Mehti-Mashadi-Mahomet-Sultan, he came to business, heaping masses of praise on the famous detective, every possible flattering mention and thanks that Holmes had undertaken to help His Highness to find the missing memento of his mother, so dear to him. And only after having delivered himself of all this and given a few answers to Holmes’s queries, at a sign from the Minister of the Court, the interpreter set about explaining the heart of the matter.
‘It happened today,’ he began. ‘His Highness, having toured the town, made his way with his retinue to the wharf of the “Along the Volga” shipping line where the ship prepared for him was waiting.
‘It must be said that His Highness has one precious item which he particularly cherishes. This is a ring with a huge black pearl in the form of a pear. This pearl came to him from his mother, whom he loved very much. After her death, he had it set in a ring, but as he was afraid to lose or damage it, he wore it only at official functions, and as soon as a function was over, he would take it off immediately and hide it. The black pearl is regarded as a gloriously beautiful rarity. Foreign notable valued it at a million and a half roubles in your currency.’
‘Oho! That’s worth going to some trouble over,’ exclaimed Sherlock Holmes. ‘Such an amount must be the size of a Bukharan state loan.’
‘Of course,’ agreed the interpreter. ‘Today, in advance of his arrival in Nijni-Novgorod, His Highness placed the ring on his finger. He wore it as he rode through the town and when he went on board. When the first whistle blew, His Highness went to his cabin to change out of his offical dress and change into his travel clothes. There were guards outside his quarters. He was helped to wash and change. Before he washed his hands, he took his ring
