"You shouldn't waste time trying to making up a lie to us. Mr. Behrouz," Sherlock Holmes said in a sarcastic tone.

On arrival at Brentford, Behrouz haphazardly said the address, claiming he had not been back for so long that he had lost the way.

So, Holmes asked Behrouz to choose whether to give him the actual address or else he will ask Behrouz's creditors because now Behrouz had enough money to pay off his debt. The more people knew, the more it would be bad for Behrouz himself. Finally, Behrouz gave up and spoke the place.

"I took you guys here and told the truth too. I actually stole some of the treasure. But all you want is a red diamond, right. So left some treasure for me to start a new life."

Watson transcribed Behrouz’s speech. But neither Sherlock nor Mycroft said anything. Watson dragged the upper arm of Behrouz and followed the two brothers.

Watson then increased the length of the stride to catch up with Sherlock Holmes. Watson leaned his face, whispering something in Holmes's ear. Upon receiving the answer, the four of them walked into the house.

"There is a new footprint, the size of your footprints."

Sherlock Holmes immediately got down explore the ground thorough as he was. While Mycroft stood still with a clear expression that 'I will never put my face down and inhale the dust on the floor' Yet, the sharp, observant gaze is characteristic of the Holmes brothers.

"The same footprints wandered around the house ..." said Mycroft, staring at Behruz. "... to hide where you hide the treasure."

Behruz gritted his jaw. Before walking into the kitchen, he ducked under the dining table. Knock on the wooden floor until he found a wooden where the echo is different. When he prise the slats, he took out a large leather bag and placed it on the dining table.

When opening the bag, everyone saw there was a lot of treasure in the bag. Including gold coins, diamond rings, pearl necklaces, ruby, ​​jade, and gems of many colors sparkling. Inside the leather bag are worth more than just settle down. But it's enough to allow a person to live comfortably for years without work.

"You guys pick up the pieces you want and leave some for me, you hear me." Behrouz snorted with rancorous.

But Sherlock Holmes just stood with his arms folded. Neither Mycroft nor Watson said anything. Until Behrouz began to panic, the two men who shot question after question at him suddenly silent.

"Wh-what? Don't tell me you guys not satisfy!?!"

"I told you to stop trying to make up a lie," said Sherlock Holmes.

"What?"

"Boring, those who don't know himself that before lie, you have the habit of holding your breath before talking," said Mycroft.

"And yet it's time to tell extra stories of your lies. You will get into the habit of stretching your chest. Not with a proud look, but it was defiantly saying, 'I lied, and what else, you can't catch it, right?'." Sherlock took over from his older brother. He had noticed Behrouz’s lie habit for several hours.

"I said everything. I give you the treasures. What else are you going to take from me?"

"A treasure that is even bigger than this"

Sherlock Holmes reaches in the leather bag. The biggest ones are gold coins, the size of a diamond, an emerald, or a ruby, which are all smaller than a coin. All of these items are indeed valuable to the public. But pirates who loot countless valuables must not care about just these.

"If all these are still not satisfied, I have nothing to give you," shouted Behrouz, staring at Sherlock Holmes, who wandered into the bedroom. He followed, keep asks the same question, 'What are you going to do?' doesn't care Holmes understands Persian or not.

"I thought where you hid your big treasure." Sherlock Holmes spun back towards Behrouz. Send a signal to Watson to help him as an interpreter.

"You hid ordinary things under the kitchen floor as a decoy in case of being threatened like this. And as a repository distribution. The larger piece, where are you kept? Bedroom wall. The floor in the living room. In the backyard bathroom. This house has only three big rooms. In the kitchen. Behind the living room picture frame. Bathroom walls ..."

All the time, Sherlock Holmes spoke. His black eyes did not leave from Behrouz’s eyes. While Watson translates what he says to motivate Behrouz, he observed the appearance of the eyes. The eyes are the windows of the human being. This is the first point to show the reaction.

And he finally got the answer.

"I can't help it then. If you refuse to speak, I'll just destroy it all. Watson burns this house down."

Watson nodded before walking to the kitchen, opening the cupboard. Behrouz, who did not understand what Holmes was saying, walked over to ask Watson.

"What are you going to do?"

"Holmes told me to burn this house," Watson replied in Persian.

Behrouz, who had heard the answer, opened his eyes with a pale face. For a second, his eyes rolled in one direction. In the blink of an eye, the face turned red in anger. He snatched the neck of Sherlock Holmes's shirt.

"This is too much!"

"Don't touch Holmes," Watson stepped forward and pulled off Behrouz’s hand with more force. Watson held the oil tank that was found.

"You..."

Bang!!!

The loud noise from the bathroom in the back of the house made the atmosphere change. Sherlock turned and nodded, signaling Watson. Watson dropped the oil tank and ran towards the bathroom. Behrouz followed up as the second, followed by Sherlock and Mycroft.

"That's incredible! ..." Sherlock Holmes suddenly mumbled.

"Ugh ..."

The cry of his older brother Mycroft made him turn around.

Thud!!!