“You're not going anywhere. If Holmes doesn't allow.”

A few words made Behrouz sit down easily. If to be clear, the fear of his body was ordered to sit. Even though in his head, crying rejection. He cannot stay here, but his body did not move either.

"Why such a hurry? I don't see anything that makes you have to rush. That gang was suspicious of you because the Black Hawk Pirates had robbed for years. You said yourself that you had robbed dozens of different nationalities. But never reach to the broken apart as serious as this time before. All of a sudden, it turned out everyone on the ship died, and only you survived. How can I not give in to doubt?" Said Sherlock Holmes.

Behrouz sat still, froze, his eyes turning stiff. Behrouz chose to say nothing further. Sherlock then turned to make eye contact with his brother as a sign.

"The basic human need is food and house. But the truth is those things need money to buy. Let's have a treasure pile in front of you. People can do bad things in many ways," Mycroft said, understand his brother's eyes. "When you escaped to England and met Laila. At that time, you probably got a share of the robbery, so you thought about settling down."

"Is it wrong? If I continue to stay on that ship, I was hanged someday. If there is a chance to start a new life. Who will not do it. Even if it is the money that has been robbed."

"That's it ... money is the main factor. When in debt and no money, you fled back to being a robber ... right?" Said Sherlock.

Behrouz stared at the two men who were alternately asking questions, interrogating him with a face that could be translated into words. 'So, how's that?'

Mycroft and Sherlock lift the same smiley corners of their mouths.

“So ... why are you back in England now?”

Both of them spoke out at the same time.

"Huh?" Behrouz frowned as he listened to Watson's translation. "I told you that I escaped ..."

"Are you going to escape to England without your 'money'?" Said Mycroft.

"And when the pirates began to fight and kill each other. How can lackey easily steal a small boat and escape to England? If ... it wasn't planned in the first place," Sherlock said to the point.

"Ugh ... you guys are sitting here. Just met me and heard my story for the first time and turned it into a big deal. Are you setting me up."

"We have not made any charges against you. Even if you use dirty methods such as inciting or lying to your friends until they split up, all that it has nothing to do with us." Mycroft sighed in Behrouz’s breakdown attitude.

"What you took from that ship 'the money' that it," said Sherlock, "the hiding place of it we care about."

"... I ... all the money ... kidnappers have taken ..."

"Enough, don't try to deny, annoy." Mycroft waved annoyingly. He felt that today he had moved his mouth too much. "We already know where you hid it."

"Because you've told us everything," Sherlock continued.

There was a silence that was as though a tremendous weight struck Behrouz. Now he felt he was shrinking. And is being defeated by two men who have just met. The minutes of conversation made him feel like he had become utterly stupid.

Sherlock turned to make eye contact with his older brother. Mycroft responded to that by rolling his eyes. Then they both uttered a sentence that caused Behrouz to wear out at the same time.

"The treasure is hidden in your former home in Brentford."

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The other side

Inside the bedroom, the room walls are made of stone, a four-post bed, and a long sofa, belongings that are not even luxurious. Instead, it made a man feel relaxed and comfortable here. He shook the glass of wine in his hand while leaning on the sofa. Eyes stretched out to the end of the horizon through a small window.

"Irene Cheryl, do you know what is the best lie?"

He posed a question to the two young women sitting in the room. The two young women met each other eyes. Then a little woman with golden hair name Cheryl answer.

"To tell the truth but only lies in the important points."

"Right, sly people who try to deceive others often do that. Now ... how to deal with this kind of people?"

"Put the facts to your advantage," replied a black-haired woman named Irene.

"Ah, to have a good helper is a bless of life," he said with a smile. "The quick wit makes me really like you two so much."

He said he liked them very much. But when he turned to look, his gaze on only one person.

Knock...Knock...

"Come in."

"Boss, I have to report." William opened the door and walked in. "The two missing people still cannot find. But from the signs of broken branches, they are expected to escape from the forest to the nearest train station. But inquiring from the stationmaster did not get anything. Maybe the two of them were disguised onto the train. I checked the train schedule; it is expected that the destination is London."

"Hmm, London ... right."

He, who was called the boss, sipped wine with a mysterious expression and tone.

William took a breath. He was a wise man; at least when reporting to his boss, he chose to report the bad news before the good news. Even if a mistake cannot be cover, it may be distracting.

"Another report what the boss gave to investigate I got the information." William handed the report to Irene.

"The Black Hawk pirates five years ago came ashore at Bristol. After robbing three merchant ships in the Mediterranean Sea, Behrouz Zakaria married a woman named Laila. They moved to Brentford, the former home of his wife, for a year and seven months. After owed to gambling with the gang, he left the house and fled from England. His wife is now employed in London."

Irene read the information on the paper. What the boss ordered William to examine was the history of the Black Hawk Pirates. On the principle that the best lie is telling the truth, but lies only the main point. And the way to cope is to take advantage of the facts.

‘...we used to lay low and hide things around the port...’

The Behrouz Zakaria words are a good example. The fact is that he had been to England until the point of marriage. And his choice to return to England after the breakup of the pirates had a reason. And the reason is what Behrouz always tries to lie.

"The treasure is in the old house, Brentford." said the boss, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "There ... not far from London."

"Are you going, now?" Cheryl asked.

The boss nodded.

"Send someone to ask for a home address from a creditor Behrouz had owed."

"What about finding the two who escaped? How to handle them?" Irene asked.

The boss thought for a moment. Even though he was done with Behrouz but he wanted a silver-haired man who had unconventional abilities than a human being. The fact that he had escaped from jail, probably because he figured he had been deceived. For saved Behrouz to use him as a hostage to bargain, but up till now still has not left the useless Behrouz, it shows that ...

"Now, aiming at the treasure. And it's not certain that we will find a looking person at that place too."