everything.â
âThen why isnât the administration coming down hard on those most often drunk and cross-examining them specifically?â
The two investigators exchanged ironic looks. âAny mineworker would rather hang than reveal the source of forbidden drink,â answered one of them.
âWonderful!â said Holmes. âAnd how much stolen gold do you think the manager has put away.â
âAccording to the sums we have done, approximately forty-eight Russian pounds. But it is possible he may have somewhat more. We canât account for every bottle of spirits.â
âWhen is Seltzoff going off?â
âIn three days. The work in the mine ends tomorrow and the caravan with mined gold goes off. Seltzoff has to stay another two days to submit all accounts and pay off the workmen.â
On this our conversation ended.
V
We returned to our quarters. For a long time Sherlock Holmes paced back and forth silently, deep in thought.
âNo, he wouldnât trust that much gold to anyone else,â he said at last, stopping by the window. âHe is a single, lone man, has nobody close, and he has to take his treasure away sooner or later. The only question is this: will he take it with him now or hide it and return for it later.â
âI think it is the latter,â I said.
âIt all depends on how cautious he is. A thief always feels that he is being watched,â said Holmes. âAnd I am prepared to stake my head that Seltzoff realizes he is being watched, especially given that he has already been searched. Only, he relies too strongly on his own cunning. If that is so, he will try to carry the gold with him, because he realizes clearly enough that a second opportunity might not arrive. Moreover, a return when the season is over would attract suspicion. It would be impossible to do so secretly, because there will always be someone around and if nobody is working, all the more reason to notice someone around than when work is in full progress.â
I couldnât but agree with this line of thinking.
We began to wait patiently. Day and night, we took turns to keep Seltzoff under continuous scrutiny, except when he vanished inside his own quarters.
The next day the caravan left with the owner and the gold. Before he left, he revealed our true identities to the mine guard, asking him to give us every possible assistance.
Another day passed.
The manager made preparations to leave. His spacious leather-curtained personal coach was brought up to his quarters and his things brought out and placed in it.
âWe have to give the appearance that we are leaving,â said Sherlock Holmes as evening fell. He spent some time in discussionwith the mine guard.
We dropped in on the manager, thanked him for the hospitality we had been shown, and announced we were leaving that day.
âWe could travel together,â proposed the manager.
âOh, no, thank you,â answered Holmes. âAs it is, I cannot forgive myself for having stayed today.â
A hardly perceptible ironic smile appeared on the managerâs face. We left him and immediately ordered a carriage to be prepared for us. Two hours later we were off with the mine guard.
But we had hardly gone five or six miles from the mine when Holmes ordered the coachman to turn off at the next crossroad, and a quarter of an hour later we were deep in the thick coniferous forests of the taiga.
âLet him get ahead of us,â Holmes explained. âAn attack from the rear invariably works better. Weâll fall upon him as soon as he gets to the first post house to change horses. I doubt if an ordinary but carefully conducted search wonât produce the requisite results.â
We spread out felt matting, wrapped ourselves in warm blankets and slept the night in he forest. We rose with the dawn. The sun had most probably already risen, but in the deep gloom of the taiga it was still dark.
VI
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