Braithwaite. Let us suppose he is referring to an object; the Stradivarius for instance. â All art, all hope, all love has gone. I will go now to the mountain of light. Only there will you find the truth.ââ Ah,â professed Mycroft. âHere is where it becomes more difficult.â
âYes,â sighted Holmes. âMy own reasoning had taken me to a similar point.â
âDifficult,â said Mycroft, raising a finger, âbut not entirely opaque.â
My friendâs eyes gleamed.
âHe mentions the word jewel in the previous sentence for a reason. The only jewel I know with that name is the Koh-I-Noor.â
Holmes clapped a hand to his forehead.
âWhat a glock I have been!â he cried. âWatson, I have been as gulpy as a schoolgirl. The Koh-I-Noor. It means mountain of light!â I stared at the brilliant brothers and inevitably felt somewhat dim-witted in their company. I was aware of the famous gem, but I remained confused.
âBut what possible significance could this have?â
âUnless I am very much mistaken,â said Holmes, summoning the bill, âsomeone is planning to steal the diamond. Find the thief and we will find the murderer.â
âBut it has not yet been stolen?â
âRest assured it will be.â
âThen we must also warn the Queen!â I cried.
âThere should be no cause for alarm. We must let time do its work!â
SIX - The Confectioner
After a magnificent lunch of sardines and an 1884 vintage claret, Holmes was housed once again in his favourite leather chair. He was absorbed in a periodical from The Royal Institute of Chemistry, while disappearing like a stage magician in a fog of his own tobacco smoke.
âDo you have any fixed views,â my friend enquired, âon the question of stereochemistry?â
âNone at all,â I remarked. âI am a perfect blank on the subject.â
âThink of it then, as the relative distances between atoms in a molecule. Compare it for example,â he said, tapping the bowl of his pipe gently, âwith the variable distances between you and I, and Mrs Hudson downstairs. Together we make up our household, just as atoms make up a molecule. At any one moment our whereabouts can be plotted on a three dimensional model. We would never inhabit exactly the same coordinates twice.â
âOh I donât know about that Holmes,â I countered. âFor instance, you are prone to muse at length in your chair, whereas I am likely to be found at the window, pondering the comings and goings of the street, the perambulations of the flower girls and businessmen.â
âAh, yes,â agreed Holmes. âAn estimable point, but you have not factored in the constant motion of Mrs Hudson, who occupies the same space for little more than a second at any given time.â
âAnd what is the possible significance?â
âHer movements, as the third in our triumvirate, give the whole an entirely distinct signature.â
âI am not certain I have divined the upshot,â I confessed.
âNor am I,â my friend conceded, refilling his pipe bowl in much the same way that a squirrel restocks a tree cavity with nuts for the winter. âAnd yet the unique signature of any given object, animate or inanimate, at any given moment, would make the work of detection a matter for the chemist rather than the policeman.â The smoke curled above him, as it would a genie newly emerged from his bottle.
âWith the exception of yourself, Holmes,â I ventured, âI have yet to see a scientist leap through a window clutching a Webley Bulldog,â Holmes managed a thin smile then cast the periodical to one side.
Following our scientific exchange, Holmes grew increasingly restless. He paced the room, once or twice took up his violin, drew back the bow and played a desultory bar of some mournful air before laying it down again.