Dr. Watson

A few nights after our arrival, I remember Pavlo Krasnodar, Groznyan minister of police,

took us to hear the singing of a certain young Hungarian opera star, Miss Lily Rayner, who was then touring Europe.

At our table was her fiancé, the charming young aristocrat Prince Stefano.

And it was very easy to see as he sat there listening to the song that the boy was head over heels in love.

It was a haunting melody that she sang, Mr. Bartell.

You're a very lucky man, Prince Stefano.

Your fiancée's voice matches her beauty.

Oh, by George S.

She was a criminal, one of the few that outwitted you, Holmes.

Oh, that was a case that would have interested you, Mr. Krosnodar.

Spy?

Good Lord.

Yes, I know, but Holmes, you must do something to save that girl.

You can't just turn in for the night without trying to help her in some way.

They might shoot her in the morning.

You know, Holmes, I couldn't understand her fiancé's behavior.

He didn't do a thing.

He just stood there and let Krasnodar arrest the girl.

I imagine the prince will try and pull some political strings.

Your baby?