"You two ... are looking for this person?" Asked Watson.

"He's the guy that Mycroft asked me to look for," said Sherlock and walked to the table and took a letter to Watson.

‘Dear Sherlock

An acquaintance asked me to find lost husband. I posted the newspaper, but useless. Recently I'm busy with accounting. More importantly, I was too lazy to search for clues. Goes out of the house ...you know ... hate it. Anyway, I want your help, your kid's network might get some clues

Name 'Behrouz Zakaria', male, dark brown hair and eyes. Brown-skinned Iranians speak Persian. Don't know English. Age 41. 170 cm higher, slim body.

The one who asked me to find Behrouz was the maid who had always cleaned my house. But broke up because of her husband's gambling habit and had frequent debt problems. But because there is still some contact with each other, the husband said he would meet in London but did not come. So, she took matters into my consultation.

Leave the rest to you.

Mycroft'

"1 in 100 times, it's not often that a clue is sitting in front of us. It's unbelievable, but if cut believes and not believe, the truth is the truth. When did you know it?" Mycroft asked Sherlock.

"When I saw him acting like he didn't know English. Together with the appearance and height close to the information. Also, he was with Watson, who disappeared. He would have been kidnapped as well. That will allow everything to be processed." Sherlock was alert as if he was in a game against his brother. They haven't been doing this in a long time.

"Is it too slow, Sherlock ..." Mycroft said in a drawling tone. "You should study the physical characteristics of different humans more. You don't have to wait and see that he doesn't know English. It was clear to just read the appearance since he stepped here. Hair color, skin tone, long face, hooked nose were the characteristics of Iranid or Irano-Afghan. One type of race the cocaine. And many chipped teeth because they liked to eat 'Naan' with gravel mixed. That's the identity of the Iranians."

"How I can see. When he comes in, you pressed my rib here, and when I got up, he keeps low his head," protested Sherlock.

"Alright, alright, I'm too lazy to argue with you," waved Mycroft. "So, this time, it shows that the twins still can't find any news. But it has become ... your partner."

Mycroft glanced at Watson. Sherlock himself turned to smile at Watson after his brother finished speaking.

"Thank you very much ... Watson."

Watson nodded in thanks from Sherlock Holmes, even though he did not know at first that this foreign man was the key clue.

"Based on the condition ... no matter look, it wouldn't be a debt problem." Mycroft sitting with prop up. Staring at Behrouz with sharp eyes. Become annoyed in trouble about to happen.

"If Laila doesn't know anything, I would have been fooled by her about the disappearance of this guy."

"Then ..."

Sherlock turned to meet Mycroft's eyes. For a brief moment, the pair's black eyes lit up like the hound preparing to hunt the cunning fox. But when Sherlock turned towards Behrouz, his smile was like a wolf wrapped in a lamb's skin.

"Let's find the truth."

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"Thank you for the food And ... helped first aid. But why did you guys help me?"

30 minutes later, Behrouz Zakaria went from wrecked to clean. The hungry stomach was replenished. He thanked in Persian and looked at Watson for helping him do translator again. After receiving an explanation of the story, he understood.

"Oh, I see. So, Laila is asking you to help find me." Behrouz said, after having a full meal followed by a glass of good wine, he relieved the pain and fatigue.

"I didn't know Laila was married until she said her ex-husband had disappeared. How did you guys meet?" Mycroft asked bluntly.

"We first met in Bristol five years ago when I first came to England. She is half and can speak Persian. So, we became close quickly. After marriage, we moved to Brentford, spent almost 2 years there, but had money problems. When I owe a lot of debt, err ... escape the creditors out of England."

Watson helped convey Behrouz’s Persian speech back into English to the Holmes brothers, word-for-word, without missing the word 'Err,' with hesitation. Or the sentence that Behrouz dropped his voice, Watson conveyed exactly the original. Because Holmes had taught him that the little things people tend to overlook are important to him when solving cases. Including before starting to talk, he recounted all the questions and answers the kidnapper boss had asked Behrouz.

"You came to England to escape until you met Laila. And does she know about you being a member of the Black Hawk Pirates?" Asked Mycroft.

"Well, I just said I'm gangster underling. But before I flee the creditors from England, I told her the truth."

"How did you meet the kidnappers until you got caught?" Asked Sherlock Holmes.

"I know Laila is in London. I want to meet her, but I don't know she not mad and okay to meet me? So, I send her a letter. During that time, I slept in an abandoned building near the North Swandam alley. And suddenly, that boss brought his subordinates to force me into the chariot."

The word 'abandoned building near the North Swandam Alley' rings some thought in Sherlock Holmes's head.

"Tell me about the treasure that you had robbed from a Greek merchant ship."

"Why is it specific to a Greek merchant? Well, You guys saved me. I won't hide, but for nearly ten years, the Black Hawk pirates have robbed dozens of different nationalities," Behrouz asked. He frowned with a suspicious expression as the question returned to the cause of being kidnapped and tortured.

"Because the kidnappers dared to capture my partner. I was thinking about payback, so I had to find out what treasures that they were looking for." Sherlock said after Watson helped translate. "If you cooperate, will it be revenge on those who hurt you too, right?"

When listening to the translation from Watson, Behrouz stared at Sherlock Holmes as though he was weighing. And then spoke Persian for Watson to help convey,

"I already told you that I was just a lackey out of Knowledge. Valuable things other than silk are only necklaces, rings, and gold. All jewels to me, it looks colorful the same. I don't know what is special."

"You're right, how about to be more specific, like ... the red diamond," Sherlock emphasized the last two words.

Behrouz’s expression changed only a second as Watson translated it into Persian. For a very short time, the three in the room didn't fail to catch this sign.

"If it's a red gem, I see many of them," Behrouz softly replied. "But I don't know where those jewels are. I heard that the pirate ship has sunk."

"About the sunken ship. In England, the news was published. I saw no one in the ship survived," said Mycroft, knocking his fingers on his chin.

"And many of the people on the ship didn't die from drowning ..." Sherlock continued slowly. His gaze did not go away from Behrouz’s eyes. "When the ship members have argued until they fight each other because they disagreed of treasures share. You saw a bad situation, so chose to escape first."

"What now, you're suspicious that I'm the cause like that gang," Behrouz’s eyes narrowed in a softened voice. Then he stood up. "Thank you for taking care of me. From now on, I'm on my way."

Behrouz moved his leg one step forward. Watson steps in before looking down with a cold, green gaze that Behrouz never forgot about what superhuman this guy can do.

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