Sherlock Holmes in Russia

‘It looks as if our presence here is upsetting someone, and it seems that the letter has some connection with the mysterious crime at the Silver Slopes estate.’

‘Very probably,’ said Holmes indifferently, as he climbed up the stairs. ‘We’ve got enough time to change and get back on the train.’

‘Dare I ask where we are going?’ I asked.

‘Oh, we have to get back to Silver Slopes and Igralino once again. Nikolai Nikolayevich going there is just the perfect excuse for us.’

Without further ado we changed and made our way to the station.

VI

Boris Nikolayevitch Kartzeff couldn’t conceal his astonishment at seeing us back.

‘What hand of fate brings you here?’ he exclaimed, coming out on the porch. ‘I must confess I thought you have long since been in town.’

‘We’ve been there, too,’ answered Holmes, jumping from the carriage and greeting the owner. ‘But we were told that your brother, Nikolai Nikolayevitch, was on his way here and since we were interested in asking him a few questions, we hastened back.’

‘Not even stopping off wherever you were staying?’

‘What’s to be done! In our profession it isn’t always possible to do as we please and it becomes necessary to accept the situation with all its inconveniences. I hope Nikolai Nikolayevitch is with you.

‘Unfortunately not. He went to his uncle’s graveside. But if you think it necessary, I’ll send a carriage after him at once.’

‘Oh, no, please don’t concern yourself. It’ll keep. If you were to allow it, we would like to spend the night here and go tomorrow.’

‘But, of course. You know perfectly well that I am really glad of your company,’ exclaimed Boris Nikolayevitch.

Chatting away, we went in and sat down at the table which our host had ordered to be laid. At about four in the afternoon, Nikolai Nikolayevitch returned.

Told who we are, he didn’t mince words, ‘Yes, it would be a good thing to catch the villain. I’d be the first to cut his throat with my own hands.’

The death of his uncle had clearly affected him greatly.

‘Say what you will, but this murder is beyond me,’ he began. ‘If anyone could wish his death, it would only be the two of us, as we are both his heirs and in the will found amongst uncle’s things, his entire estate is to be equally divided between us. To tell you the truth, it doesn’t give me any pleasure to receive this damned inheritance, coming as it does in such a manner. As far as I am concerned, I have always been used to living within my own means since I was quite young and even as things stand, I can support myself.’

He lowered his head sadly without paying us any more attention.

Using his tiredness as an excuse, Holmes asked Boris Nikolayevitch’s permission for us to retire. Our host personally escorted us to the door of our room and cordially asked whether there was anything more we required either that evening or for the night.

‘No, thank you,’ said Holmes and we entered the room allocated us.

It was the same room we had occupied the previous night. Nonetheless, this did not prevent Holmes from conducting the most meticulous examination which included every little thing. Glancing at the small hinged pane in the window, Holmes gave a barely concealed smile, ‘Have a look, my dear Watson, at this example of gracious forethought. Of course, you do remember that when we first slept here, the pane was not secured. But now, just look at the improvements made by the host.’

I looked and all I saw was the addition of a latch.

‘Well, what about it?’ asked Holmes. And clapping me on the back, he said with a smile, ‘I am just trying to test your powers of observation.’

I gave a surprised shrug of my shoulders, ‘The latch has been repaired, that is all.’

‘And that is all?

‘I think so.’

‘But don’t you detect anything special about the new arrangement?’ asked Holmes with a smile.

‘Absolutely none!’

‘In that case, pay due attention to the following: for some unfathomable reason, the contraption actually goes right through the pane. Hence, it can be opened and shut from inside as well as outside the room.’

‘Do explain yourself.’

‘Why, only that I see such a contraption in a window pane for the first time in my life.’ Saying this, Holmes drew the heavy curtains over the window and lit the lamps.

It was already dark.

All was still outside, except for the soft lowing of cattle from afar. Very likely the herd was being driven to pasture.

‘My dear Watson, I recommend the utmost care and vigilance tonight,’ said Holmes to me. ‘It is likely that the events of the night will tell us much, which is why it would be a good thing for you to abstain from sleep. Now, I suggest that you watch the inner courtyard, if you can. Actually, no. We’ll go out for a little stroll in the field and then take up our watch.’

With those words he opened the door and went out. I followed. Boris Nkolayevitch and his brother were sitting at the dining-room table.

‘Have you already rested?’ asked Boris Nikolayevitch.

‘No, we thought we’d get a little fresh air,’ answered Holmes.