The Adventure of the Mazarin Stone, Part 2
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Sharing with friends and family really does help. Thank you for joining us this evening. Now it's time to relax. Let your body fall into a comfortable position in your bed and drift gently into a state of total relaxation with tonight's story. The Adventure of the Mazarin Stones It was therefore an empty room into which Billy, a minute later, ushered Count Silvius. The famous game-shot, sportsman and man about town, was a big swarthy fellow with a formidable dark moustache, shading a cruel thin-lipped mouth and surmounted by a long curved nose like the beak of an eagle. He was well dressed, but his brilliant necktie, shining pin and glittering rings were flamboyant in their effect. As the door closed behind him, he looked round him with fierce startled eyes like one who suspects a trap at every turn.
Then he gave a violent start as he saw the impassive head and the collar of the dressing gown which projected above the armchair in the window. At first his expression was one of pure amazement. Then the light of a horrible hope gleamed in his dark, murderous eyes. He took one more glance round to see that there were no witnesses, and then, on tiptoe, his thick stick half raised, he approached the silent figure. He was crouching for his final spring and blow when a cool, sardonic voice greeted him from the open bedroom door. Don't break it, Count, don't break it! The assassin staggered back, amazement in his convulsed face. For an instant he half raised his loaded cane once more as if he would turn his violence from the effigy to the original, but there was something in that steady grey eye and mocking smile which caused his hand to sink to his side.
It's a pretty little thing, said Holmes, advancing towards the image. Tavernier, the French modeler, made it. He is as good at waxworks as your friend Straubensee is at airguns. Airguns, sir? What do you mean? Put your hat and stick on the side table. Thank you. Pray take a seat. Would you care to put your revolver out also? Oh, very good, if you prefer to sit upon it. Your visit is really most opportune, for I wanted badly to have a few minutes chat with you. The Count scowled with heavy, threatening eyebrows. I too wish to have some words with you, Holmes. That is why I am here. I won't deny that I intended to assault you just now. Holmes swung his leg on the edge of the table. I rather gathered that you had some idea of the sort in your head, said he.
But why these personal attentions? Because you have gone out of your way to annoy me. Because you have put your creatures upon my track. My creatures, I assure you now. Nonsense, I have had them followed. Two can play at that game, Holmes. It is a small point, Count Silvius, but perhaps you would kindly give me my prefix when you address me... You can understand that, with my routine of work, I should find myself on familiar terms with half the rogues' gallery, and you will agree that exceptions are invidious. Well, Mr. Holmes, then. Excellent. But I assure you, you are mistaken about my alleged agents. Count Silvius laughed contemptuously. Other people can observe as well as you. Yesterday there was an old sporting man.
Today it was an elderly woman. They held me in view all day. Really, sir, you compliment me. Old Baron Dowson said the night before he was hanged that in my case what the law had gained the stage had lost.
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