The professor had a round, jolly face topped with a profusion of unruly hair. He might have modeled for a character out of Pickwick Papers or perhaps a Bavarian toymaker. Orloff was not present, the doctor having come to our abode alone, for which Holmes thanked him warmly. Bauer stated that he was most happy to visit the world's greatest detective and to be able to meet the famous Doctor Watson. I decided that the doctor was a splendid chap indeed, and then Bauer and my friend got down to business.
"Ach, Mr. Holmes, you vill vant to talk about precious stones. Iss der any p'tickler vun vot intrigues you?"
"Diamonds, Doctor Bauer."
"A big field. You haf a p'tikiler von in mind, perhaps?"
"I'm interested in several. What could you tell me about the Sancy diamond?"
"Ach, von of ze most vamous. All crown jewels are. Like many great diamonds, it came from India. Before becoming part of ze crown jewels of Fronce, it vas in your country, you know. It vas sold to Queen Elizabet 'round sixteen hundred und vent to Fronce vid Henrietta Maria, de qveen of Charles, first. Den it vent to Cardinal Mazarin as a pledge. The Cardinal vas qvite a diamond fancier und left ze Sancy und seventeen other large diamonds to Louis Fourteenth. In 1791, der vas an inventory of ze French crown jewels und Sancy vas valued at one million francs. During ze revolution it vas stolen along mitt ze Regent und vas not recovered. Den ze beauty showed up as ze property of ze Spanish crown und came into ze possession of Demidoff."
"It was not stolen from him by any chance?" asked Holmes.
"Nein, ze Sancy hass returned to ze land of its birth. It is now ze broberty of ze Maharajah of Patiala. I saw ze stone ven it vas disblayed at ze Paris Exhibition."
"I see," said Holmes and I could see that he was writing off the Sancy diamond in his mind.
"Could you," continued Holmes, "acquaint me with some diamonds that are less famous?"
"All ze great diamonds are vamous but I see vat you are zearching for. Ze Nassak iss not so vell-known, dough it is better dan eighty-nine carats. It came from ze temple of Siva in India und vas acqvired in 1818 by der East India Company."
Holmes appeared interested. "Where is this stone now?"
"Right here in England, Mr. Holmes. Ze Nassak vas bought for seventy-two hundred pounds by der London jeweler, Emmanuek, und vas den sold to ze Duke of Vesminster und it has been in his family ever since. The Nassak iss large but you know it's not just der carats vat iss important. Ze Star of Este is a little less dan twenty-six carats but absolutely flawless."
"Is its present whereabouts known?"
"Indeed. It iss ze broberty of ze ruling house of Austrian-Este. Den der iss ze Pasha of Egypt."
"Ah, have I heard of that stone?"
"Pozzibly. Forty carats. Octagonal. It vas bought by Ibraham, Viceroy of Egypt, for twenty-eight thousand pounds."
"And it is still in Egypt?" Holmes looked disappointed.
"If it vas not, I dink I vould haf heard."
"Doctor Bauer, can you think of any of the great diamonds that have vanished?"
"Ze truly famous stones don't get lost. Und dey cannot be dublicated. Paintings—dot iss somesing else. Paintings iss manmade. For years, der iss vispers about famous paintings. Are dey original or a copy? But diamonds iss made by nature. Von look und de expert knows if dey iss genuine."
"I see," said Holmes, despondently. "Well, Doctor, I am most grateful for your assistance in this matter."
"Somesing vispers to me dot I vass not so big a help. You know, Mr. Holmes, everybody likes to blay in ze ozzer man's back yard. It vass ze Pasha of Egypt dat you vas really interested in, nicht var?"
Holmes had the good grace to smile. "Doctor Bauer, you should have been a detective."
"Dot I vill leave in your cabable hands. Und I shall make inquiries about ze Pasha diamond for you, Mr. Holmes."
The famous gem expert took his leave at this point, allowing Holmes to regard me with a wry expression.
"You see, ol' chap, the danger of becoming intrigued with a theory."
"But Barker did say Pasha before he died. Jonathan Wild was deeply interested in that one particular stone. Possibly, Doctor Bauer will uncover some additional information concerning it."
Holmes brightened up a bit at my thought and so the matter rested for a time. As he later confessed, he became convinced that he was following a will-o'-the-wisp with his diamond idea and he forced himself to concentrate on the irritating sifting of information in search of a pattern that would provide illumination regarding the matter of the Golden Bird. That he had the haunts of Chu San Fu watched, I am sure. Wakefield Orloff was a frequent visitor, a sure sign that Mycroft Holmes's finger was still in the pie. Nothing was heard concerning the shadowy international financier, Basil Selkirk. The entire machinery of plot and counterplot seemed to grind to an unwieldy halt. Holmes was in and out of 22IB Baker Street at all hours and it was obvious that he was annoyed with the lack of progress. As was his custom at times like this, he became secretive and did not communicate his latest theories, if he had any.
It was an afternoon, later in the week, that my friend returned to our lodging, his thin face more drawn than usual. I worried about his highly nervous state and not for the first tune, having seen him drive himself unceasingly to the verge of absolute collapse and then, upon the solving of a case, stage a physical recovery that bordered on the medically impossible.
Without a word, he disappeared into his bedchamber, returning after a short period clad in his dressing gown and slippers. Seated in his favorite chair, he brooded in silence. I advanced no greeting, nor posed any questions, feeling that should he wish the comfort of communication it would be best to let him instigate it.
After another ten minutes, a long sigh escaped him and he rose in search of his pipe.
"Forgive me, Watson, but I have been much preoccupied of late."
"Small wonder," I stated, and secretly congratulated myself on having said nothing.
Holmes fished in the toe of the Persian slipper for his shag and soon there were clouds of acrid smoke.
"This matter of the statue has provided nothing but a series of dead ends," he said, bitterly.
"I thought you were on to something with that idea of the Pasha of Egypt diamond."
"As did I. The devilish thing about it is that I keep returning to that theory. Common sense finally led me to some digging into Oriental life. Did you know, old friend, that in the Chinese calendar this is the year of the diamond?''
"I say," I exclaimed, laying aside my paper, "that must provide some germ of a motive though I cannot think what."
"I can," said Holmes, and then, in keeping with a most frustrating habit of his, let the matter drop. Before I could pose a question to explore this more thoroughly, he was off on another tangent.
"There is a line of inquiry which I have pursued that may pay off. I have a message that Orloff will be with us shortly and I trust that the news he brings will be of benefit."
Again the sleuth lapsed into silence and I consoled myself that the security agent would soon break it.
On the stroke of six, Wakefield Orloff tapped on our door. Orloff was one of the very few allowed immediate access to Holmes at any time. While it was most frequently my chore to answer the door, this time Holmes sprang to his feet and opened our portal anxiously to usher the agent within.
Orloff's slightly moon-shaped face was completely impassive as he removed his lethal bowler hat with its steel-lined brim and placed it on an end table within easy reach.
"Well, man?" questioned Holmes, impatiently.
My friend's high-strung manner did not phase Orloff in the least, but then what would?