Ek maqbool suragh-rasa ka ek qissa X

Sherlock Homes ke yeh qisse mein mahaul jald garmaa raha hai. Agla qist aap sab ke nazar…..

~~~~ “Ab, Watson, ab!” kaha Holmes ne, ek ajab josh se. Us ki saari ek-tariqe se haivani taqat, jo ek sust pahlu mein dhaki thi, ek achanak zor se nikli. Us ne farsh se qaleen ko khincha, aur apne ghutno par aa kar, farsh ke chaukor hisson ko jaancha. Ek upar khula jaise hi usne apne nakhunon se use kheencha. Kisi dabbe ke dhakkan ki tarah vooh khula. Ek choti se khaali jagah nazar aayi. Holmes ne us mein apna haath beqaraari se daala, lekin ghusse ki awaaz se vapaas nikala. Voh khaali thi.

“Jaldi, Watson, jaldi! Vapas waise hi lagayo jaldi!” Voh dhakkan vapas lagaya, aur qaleen ko seedha hi kiya tha jab Lestrade ki awaaz bahar sunayi di. Voh aaya aur Holmes ko sust-andaaz angithi ke paas khada paaya, sabr ke alaam mein, aur aapne jamahi ko dhakne ki koshish karte.

“Mazrat chahunga aapko intezaar karvane ka, Holmes sahab. Main dekh sakhta hoon aap boriyat se tang aa chuke hai. Ji haan, us ne khulasa kar diya hai. idhar aayo, MacPherson. In sahab logon ko aapna na-qabil-e-maafi harkaton ka batayo.”

Voh policewala, bahut hi pasheman andaaz mein, kamre mein aaya.

Mera kuch ghalat karne ka irada nahi tha, huzoor. Ek jawaan aurat yahan pichli shaam aayi – use ek ghaar dhoondhte kuch ghalat-fahmi thi. Aur phir ham mein baat-cheet hone lage. Bahut akelepan mahsoos hota hai, jab ham yahan pure din duty par tenaat hote hai.”

“Phir kya huya?”

“Use voh jagah dekhni thi jahan qatl huya tha – us ke baare mein khabron mein padha tha, usne kaha. Voh bahut hi shareef, achi bol chaal waali ladki thi aur mujhe use ek nazar dekhne mein kuch gadbad nahi laga. Us ne jab qaleen par voh daag dekha, voh ek dam sehmi aur farsh par behosh giri. Main peeche dauda aur thoda paani laaya, lekin use hosh mein na la saka. Phir main nake par Ivy Plant tak kuch brandy laane gaya, magar jab tak le kar lauta, woh ladki hosh mein aa gayi thi aur chali gayi thi –sharm ke maare, mere khayal se, aur meri saamne phir aane ki chaah se.”

“Woh qaleen kaise hila?”

“Woh, janaab, kuch ujda huya zaroor tha jab main vapas aaya. Aap dekhiye, voh ladki usi par giri thi, aur kyunkar qaleen chikne farsh par tha, bina koi aisi cheez ke jo use rok sake. Maine use baad mein seedha kar diya.”

“Yeh tumhare liye sabak hai, Constable MacPherson, ke tum mere saath hoihera-pheri nahi kar sakte ho,” Lestrade, ne ek azmat ke andaz, se farmaya. “Tumne zaroor se socha hoga ke tumhari yeh bhool kabhi pata nahi chelgi, lekin qaleen pe meri ek nazar kafi thi yeh jaanne ke liye ke koi yahan daakhil huya hai. Tumhari khushqismati hai, barkhurdar, ke kuch gayab nahi huya, varna tum gadbaad mein paate apne aap ko. Mujhe afsos hai, Holmes sahaab, ke maine aap ko aisi chhoti cheez ke liye talab kiya hai, lekin mera khayal tha ke aapko doosre aur pehle daag ke na milne ki baat mein kuch dilchaspi hogi.”

“Beshak, yeh bahut dilchasp tha. Kya yeh aurat yahan ek hi baar aayi thi, Havaldar?”

 “Ji haan, huzoor, sirf ek baar.”

“Woh kaun thi?”

“Naam nahi jaanta, huzoor. Ek type-writing ke ishtiyar ke silsile mein aayi thi, aur ghalat jagah pahunch gayi – bahut khush-akhlaq, thehri huyi jawaan aurat, huzoor.”

“Uncha qadd? Haseen?”

“Ji haan, huzoor; voh bahut nafees aurat maloom huyi. Meri samajh se aap use haseen keh sakte hai. Shayad kuch log bahut haseen kahe. ‘Arre, darogaji, ek nazar to marne dijiye mujhe,’ usne kaha.  Us ka ek bahut khubsoorat, bahlaane waala andaaz tha, aap keh sakte hai, aur maine socha use ek nazar lene mein kuch ghalat nahi hai.”

“Voh kaise libaas mein thi?”

“Muhazzab tariqe se, huzoor — ek lamba chogha pairon tak pahunchne waala.”

“Kya vaqt ho raha tha tab?”

“Andhera hone laga tha us vaqt. Bas raah mein chiraag jalaye jaa rahe the jaise main brandy lekar vapas aaya.”

“Bahut achhe,” kahan Holmes ne. “Chalo, Watson,  mujhe lagta hai ke hame kuch zaroori kaam hai ek aur jagah.”

Jaise ham ghar se nikle, Lestrade andar ke kamre mein hi raha, jabke woh pasheman policewaale ne hamare liye bahar ka darwaaza khola. Holmes zinne par muda aur aapne haath mein kuch upar laaya.  Policewaale ne use ghaur se dekha.

“Mere khuda, huzoor!,” voh bola,  hairaan ho kar. Holmes ne apne lhonthon par ungli rakhi, apna haath vapas upri jeb mein daala, aur bahut zor se hansa jaise hi haam aage badhe. “Behtareen!” voh bola. “Chalo, dost Watson, khel ke aakhri daanv ka vaqt aa gaya. Aapko jaan ke rahat milegi ke koi jang nahi hogi, Janab-e-Mohtaram Trelawney Hope ko apni taraqqi mein koi rok nahi milegi, ek ghair-daanishmand badshah ko apni ghair daanish-mandi ki koi sazaa nahi milegi, Wazir-e-Azaam ko koi Europiye gadbad ka samnaa nahi karna padhega, aur hamari thodi si hoshiyari aur mauqa-shanasi se kisi ko bhi kuch nuqsaan nahi pahunchega is vaqiye main, jo bahut asaani se behad khatarnaak hadsaa ban gaya hota.”

Mera dimaagh is bemisaal aadmi ki tareef se bhara.

“Aap is ke teh tak pahunch gaye hai!” main bola.

“Abhi kahan, Watson. Ab bhi kuch aisi baaten hai jo meri samajh se bahar hai. Lekin ab hamaare haath mein itna hai ke yeh hamari hi ghalti hogi agar ham baaqi na jaan sake. Ham ab seedhe Whitehall Terrace chalenge aur is maamle ko anjaam par layenge.”

Ab qissa baaqi hai…..

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