He opened the tobacco pouch and dug from it a small, much-folded scrap of onionskin, dropped it in front of me, went to the ashtray clipped to the table, and began to scrape the dottle from his pipe while I unfolded the paper. On it, in five lines of minute, cramped, antique, and graphologically cryptic script, were written:
Egypt — Alexandria — Sayeed Abu Bahadr
Greece — Thessaloniki — Tomas Catalepo
Italy — Ravenna — Fr. Domenico
Palestine — Jaffa — Ali and Mahmoud Hazr
Morocco — Rabat — Peter Thomas
Each of the personal names was followed by a series of numbers that looked like a radio frequency. I looked up, but Holmes was at the window again, his unrevealing back to me.
"I have said before this time that I regard it as stupidity rather than courage to overlook a danger that presses as close as this one has. Even my critics will not accuse me of stupidity, else I should not have reached my present age after a lifetime of the rough-and-tumble. I remember vividly, as if it were last week rather than two and a half decades ago, sitting in Watson's chair and admitting to him that London was too hot for my safety. The current state of affairs is — remarkably similar.
"The admission then caused me some shame. But, that was half a lifetime ago, and since then I have learnt, slowly and painfully, that time and distance can prove a powerful weapon. It is not one that comes naturally to my hand, I admit. I much prefer direct attack, complete immersion, and a quick finish. However, there is much to be said for the occasional, judicious, prodigious expenditure of time."
"What sort of time are you thinking of here, Holmes?" I asked warily. His most famous hiatus had lasted three years; that would certainly drive a cart and horses through my University degree.
"Not terribly long. Enough to instill doubts in our opponent — Was she wrong after all? Did I just choose to vanish? Where on earth am I? — and to allow Mycroft and the elephantine Scotland Yard to sweep up the data and begin to sift it over. By the time we return" (we! I snatched at) "the momentum will have been taken from her. She will be furious, and careless, with the knowledge that we have removed ourselves from her rules, that we have opted out of the traditional and expected program of threat, challenge, response, and counterattack. "For better or for worse, you are in this case." My brief surge of triumph was quickly submerged in a backwash of conflicting questions and feelings: Was he fleeing because he was saddled with me? And what on earth did he have in mind? Tibet? "What is more, you are in it as, God help us, my partner, or as near to such a creature as I am ever likely to see. Given the circumstances, I have no choice: I have to trust you."
I could think of no sensible response to this, so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"What should you have done if I had walked through my lodgings door the other night?"
"Hmmm. I wonder. Perhaps unfortunately, that question does not pertain. Here we stand; I can trust no other.
And as a means of noting the fact of your accession to the lofty rights and privileges of partnership, I shall grant you a boon: I shall allow you to make the next decision. Where shall we go to keep from harm's way for a bit? Do you know, Russell," he said in a voice that verged on playful, "I don't believe I've had a holiday in twenty-five years."
In the past seventy-two hours I had seen a bomb on my door and the results of another on Holmes' back, spent thirteen hard, tense hours slogging towards London, waved a gun at Holmes, seen my first major attempt at high fashion reduced to shreds, been ill-fed, under-slept, half-frozen, and shot at, witnessed Holmes in more perturbation than ever before, and now this wild swing from matter-of-fact confidences to near-teasing merriment. It was all a bit much.
I looked down at the paper in my hand, two inches of nearly transparent onionskin and its five lines of writing.
"Are these our only options?" I asked.
"By no means. Captain Jones is quite willing to steam around in circles if we ask him, or to head for South America or the northern lights. There are few limits, although if you wish to try breaking the bank at Monte Carlo I shall have to arrange a discreet transfer of funds. Just avoid the United Kingdom or New York for six or eight weeks."
"Two months! Holmes, I can't be away for two months, I'll be sent down if I miss that much time. And my aunt will have the army out. And Mrs. Hudson, and Watson — "
"Mrs. Hudson will embark tomorrow on a cruise."
"A cruise! Mrs. Hudson?"
"To visit her family in Australia, I believe. And you need not concern yourself with Dr. Watson either; his greatest danger will be gout from high living, where Mycroft has him secreted. Your college and tutors will grant you an exeat, while you attend to your urgent family business.
Your aunt will be told that you are away."
"Good Lord. If Mycroft can tame her, he's a valuable ally indeed." I could feel my objections beginning to waver.
"Well?"
"Who are these people?" I asked. Holmes plucked the paper from my hand.
"This is Mycroft's writing," he said by way of explanation.
"And Mycroft has — tasks that need doing in these places?"
"Precisely. His words were, if we choose to remove ourselves from the field of combat whilst the scouts assess the enemy's position, we may as well be of some use to His Majesty, and might care for a change of scenery under his auspices." Holmes' eyes were filled with mischief and amusement, and I could see that he had already laid our case to one side. He waved the paper gently in front of my nose. "It has been my experience," he added, "that Mycroft's assignments tend to offer quite extraordinary amounts of entertainment."
I acquiesced, took the paper from his fingers, spread it out on the table in front of me, and pointed to the fourth line.
"Israel."
"What?"
"Palestine. Israel, Zion, the Holy Land. I desire to walk through Jerusalem."
Holmes nodded slowly, bemused. "I think I can honestly say, that particular destination should not have been my first choice. Greece, yes. Morocco, perhaps. Even Egypt, but Palestine? Very well, the choice is yours, and I am certain our foe will never guess that as my destination. To Palestine it is."
By midnight we were off the coast of France and, with no signs of anyone in our wake and strict radio silence maintained, the tight knot that had held me since Tuesday evening was beginning to loosen. Captain Jones came in to our cabin, a barrel-shaped and lugubrious individual with thinning, once-red hair, distinguishable from the four crew members under his command by the state of his fingernails, which were slightly blacker than theirs, and the straight spined, confident air of one who caters to royalty. The boy was a smaller version of his father, and all, including the child, had been chosen by Mycroft from wherever he was holed up with Watson. "Good evening, Jones," said Holmes. "Brandy? Or whisky?"
"No thank you, sir. I don't drink when I'm out to sea. Asking for problems, it is, sir. I just came down to ask if you'd decided yet on our course."
"Palestine, Jones."
"Palestine, sir?"
"Palestine. You know — Israel, Zion, the Holy Land. It is on your charts, I assume?"
"Of course, sir. It's just that, well, if you've not been there recently, you'll not find it the easiest place to move around in, so to speak. There has been a war on, you know," he offered in a mild understatement. "I am aware of that, Jones. London will have to be notified, and they shall make all the necessary arrange' ments."