A taxi took a turn with a screech of tires, two headlights glowing brightly in a thick fog, covering the whole of London.

'God damn it, go faster!' Holmes was seemingly very nervous, terrorizing the taxi driver.

Amber was sitting next to him, trying to catch her balance as the vehicle was violently going over the speed limit.

'Just don't kill us on the way there.' She muttered under her breath when she nearly smashed her head against the glass.
They were chasing Gerald von Hulimg, who - according to Sherlock – was on his way to the airport. "He surely wants to leave the country as soon as possible." speculated the detective "Took the treasure with him in a suitcase. He wouldn't risk sending it in a package."

Another turn, and then a sudden stop at a red light, when just before their mask ran a two-story bus, whose disgruntled driver loudly exclaimed his frustration.

Amber closed her eyes, hiding her face in her hands. She got dizzy from this crazy ride. But the light changed and the car jumped suddenly, throwing them back brutally before they could see how orange replaced green. They accelerated and the colorful neon lights outside the window merged into one multi-colored streak, and the gloomy lights of the streetlights flashed again and again.

The vehicle took a turn again and the driver, swearing under his nose, squeezed the steering wheel harder so as not to cause an accident. Through a thick fog he could see only two meters ahead, but he did not spend twelve years as a cub driver in London for nothing. He knew all the streets, alleys, and shortcuts in his memory so that in a surprisingly short time detectives reached the airport.

They hurriedly left the car (Amber on slightly shaking legs) and rushed to the departure hall, ignoring the disgruntled voices of the people they hit on their way.

Sherlock (who gained an advantage over Amber thanks to his long legs and high silhouette, helping him to break through the sea figure), reached the target first and spotted a somewhat corpulent figure of von Hulimg in the queue for check-in.

'Stop, police!' He exclaimed, pulling out a false sign of Scotland Yard, and the astonished crowd turned and looked at the detective. 'You are under arrest!' Sherlock approached the man, who looked surprised.

'What is it about?' He asked surprised and terrified, leading nervously from one to the other.

'Don't act like you don't know!' Sherlock was annoyed. 'You stole Mr Smith's treasure!'

'I... I what?' His face faded, and sweat droplets appeared on his forehead. 'I did not steal anything!'

'Really? Then what are you hiding in your suitcase?'

Sherlock ripped the object out of the man's surprise and, opening the suitcase in one smooth motion, began to search the objects in it, but found nothing to indicate that von Hulimg is guilty.

He cursed quietly under his nose discarding the suitcase.

' Then why did you leave Miss Smith's house without waiting for the announcement of the will?' Sherlock asked suspiciously, groping the man with his eyes.

'I... I... But I don't... I just.' Duked von Humling. 'I did not steal anything...'

Amber looked carefully at his trembling hand and his side-facing eyes.

'Then why did you run away?' She felt he was not telling the truth.

'After... I just... I didn't want to cause a problem and...

Sherlock snorted loudly.

'Where did you hide the treasure?' He asked now even more annoyed, bringing his face closer to his.

The man looked up, and his breath suddenly became shallow. His left cheek twitched.

'I... What treasure?'

'The treasure of the Aztecs, damn it!' Sherlock shouted. People around them were looking curiously at the events unfolding in front of them.

Amber put her hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

''You're not helping by scaring him.'

she said quietly - You can see that when he gets stressed...

The detective looked down at Humling, but said nothing.

'But it's impossible. It must be him!'

'Maybe we missed something? We should re-examine the whole situation.' Amber said calmly, glancing at the nearby guard who was already coming to see what was happening.

Sherlock looked unconvinced. But Amber was right.

'Let's go back to Baker Street.' Sherlock said at last, 'But you're still the prime suspect, Mr. Humling. You're forbidden from leaving Miss Smith's property until I let you. Amber, call a cab.'


***

The next day, Mr. Smith's will was to be read. The detectives took a taxi to Gilberton Street (luckily not at lethal speed this time), but Sherlock did not intend to listen to Smitch's last will.

'Stay at the reading of the will.' He said to Amber. 'I'm going to look around a bit.'

And by the time Amber could answer something, he was gone.

She sighed and sat down in a chair in the living room, where the whole undertaking was to take place.

She stared at the tapestry, letting the words of Mrs Grin, a tall woman reading the will with a tight cockerel and glasses, merge into one whole. Once again, she analyzed the whole situation, creating a list of suspects and motives.

'Stay at the reading of the will.' He said to Amber. 'I'm going to look around a bit.'

And by the time Amber could answer something, he was gone.

She sighed and sat down in a chair in the living room, where the whole undertaking was to take place.

She stared at the tapestry, letting the words of Mrs Grin, a tall woman reading the will with a tight cockerel and glasses, merge into one whole. Once again, she analyzed the whole situation, creating a list of suspects and motives.

Gerald von Hulimg left the house under suspicious circumstances shortly after they discovered that the stash was empty. He left a letter and then ran away, leaving the treasure in a safe place. Maybe he wanted to come back for it. However, detectives surprised him at the airport and thwarted his escape, even though they did not recover the treasure.

It could also be Mr. Smith's old enemy, General Homg, even though they're not sure he's still alive. Is it possible that after all these years he still feels jealous of his former partner? That when he heard about his death, he finally decided to get the Aztec treasure? Or did he write the letter on behalf of Hubert Smitch and throw all suspicion on von Hulimg?

Amber had no more suspects so far, even though she felt something was missing. That he doesn't see something.

'Miss Arelun?' She heard Miss Grint's voice looking at her from behind her horned glasses. 'Are you able to tell us where the Aztec treasure is located now?'

Amber swallowed saliva, displeased. Her pride kept her from admitting that she had no idea who had stolen the treasure or where it was kept. But she cannot lie.

'Unfortunately, the place of the current location of the treasure is unknown to us.' She finally said.

Mrs Grin looked at her sternly.

'So I understand that all of Mr. Smith's possession, which he distributed in his will, is missing?'

Amber glimpsed the room, feeling Miss Smith and Gerald's eyes on her.

Is it possible that an old friend of the family could also steal such property?

'Well, not quite...'

'I heard that you believe it was stolen.'

A silence fell in the room and only someone's steps on the first floor were heard. Amber cleared her throat.

'Actually, yes. The treasure couldn't just disappear. Someone must have stolen it.'

'But my father wrote clearly in the letter that he hid the treasure.'

'The letter was forged. It was written no more than four days ago by a left-handed person in a room near the kitchen. It certainly wasn't Mr. Smith.' Amber stood up. 'The treasure was stolen.'

'And I was accused of this theft!' Hulimg cried out in an unnaturally high voice.

Mrs Grin's eyes rested on the man who had faded somewhat under the influence of her gaze.

'We've got a good reason to believe you were behind it. You wanted to leave the country for reasons unknown to us that you don't want to tell us, right after we discovered that the box was empty.' Amber was beginning to be a little annoyed with the whole conversation. 'You figured that sooner or later we would find a hideout that would turn out to be empty and...'

'But why did he run away without treasure?' Smith interrupted her. 'And where did he hide it?'

Amber fell silent for a moment, pondering over her words. Why did he run away without treasure? And why won't he tell them the reason for his sudden departure, when he claims he had nothing to do with the disappearance of the treasure?

Amber felt that the solution to the puzzle was nearby. That he's at your fingertips. That...

Suddenly the door of the living room opened with a bang and Sherlock came in, clearly pleased with himself. Everyone stood up, turning in his direction.

'Mystery solved!' He exclaimed cheerfully. 'I found another suspect in the act. What were you doing in the back of the gardens, right next to the freshly-moved flowerbed, Mrs Clark?'

Everyone looked in shook at the slightly hunched housekeeper with his hands and a dress dirty from the ground entered the room.

'That cannot be right....' whispered Miss Smith, and soon after she fell into her chair, fainting.