Ek maqbool suragh-rasa ka ek qissa XI

Aur agla qist Sherlock Holmes ke is karnaame ka. Is mein bhi mein kaafi….. khair aap khud padhe…….

~~~~ Jab ham Europiya Maamlaat ke Wazir ke makaan par pahunche, to Homes ne Mohtarma Hilda Trelawney Hope ko talab kiya. Hame baithak mein bulaya gaya.

“Holmes sahaab!”, mohtarma ne kaha, chehra surkh naraazgi se, “yeh aapke jaanib bahut hi najayaz aur be-imaani ki harkat hai. Maine chaha tha, jaise maine aapko samjhaya, ke main aapse milna khufiya rakhna chahti thi, ke mere shauhar yeh na samjhe ke main unke maamlat mein dakhal kar rahi hoon. Aur tab bhi aap mujhe sharminda kar rahe hai yahan aakar yeh saabit karke hamare beech karobaari taaluqat hai.”

“Mazraat chahunga, mohtarma, mere paas koi aur charaa nahi hai. Mujhe is bahut ahm dastavez ko dhund kar lautane ka kaam diya gaya hai. Isi liye, main chahunga ke aap mohtarma ise baraye-karam mere haathon mein saunp de.”  

Woh ek dam apne paaon par ut khadi ho gayi, ek paal mein hi khoobsoorat chehre se sab rang gayab. Us ki aankhen jhapki – coh dagmagayi – muje laga behosh ho jaayegi. Phir ek azeem taqaat se us ne sadme par qaabu paya, aur ek ajab hairat aur naraazgi ke rukh ne chehre se baaqi sab jazbaat hata diye.

“Aap – aap mujhe be-izzat kar rahe, Holmes sahab.”

“Chaliye, chaliye, mohtarma, koi fayda nahi hoga. Voh khat de dijiye.”

Voh ek dam ghanti ke paas daudi.

“Khidmatgar aap ko bahar ka raasta dikha dega.”

“Mat bajaiyega, Mohtarma Hilda. Agar aapne aisa kiya, to is vaqiya ka khulasa rokne ki meri poori koshish nakaam ho jayegi. Khat lauta dijiye aur sab kuch theek ho jaayega. Agar aap saath dengi, to main sab kuch ka intezaam kar doonga. Agar aap meri mukhalifat karengi to main aapke kirdar ka khulaasa kar doonga.”  

Lekin woh sarkash khadi rahi, ek malikaana thaat se, aankhen Holmes par jadhi huyi, jaise us ke rooh ko padh len. Haath uska ghnati par raha leking bajane ki koshish nahi ki.

“Aap mujhe darane ki koshish kar rahe hai. Yeh koi mardaani harkat nahi hai, Holmes sahab, ke yahaan aaye aur ek aurat par zor azmayen.  Aap kehte hai ke aap kuch jaante hai. Kya jaante hai?”

“Baraye-karam baith jaaye, mohtarma. Aap ko chot lag jaayegi vahan agar aap giri. Main kuch nahi bolunga jab tak aap baithengi nahi. Shukriya.”

“Main aapko paanch minute ka vaqt deti hoon, Homes sahab.”

“Ek minute kaafi hoga, Mohtarma Hilda. Mujhe aapke Eduardo Lucas se milne ka pata hai, aapka use yeh dastavez dena, voh aqlmaand tariqe se jaise aap vahan pichli raat laute, aur kis tarah aapne voh khaat ko qaleen ke niche uski khufiya chupane waali jagah se nikala.”

Voh Holmes ko ghabraye huye chehre se dekhte rahi aur do baar hichki leni padhi is se pehle ke munh se koi alfaaz nikle.

“Aap pagal, Holmes sahab — aap pagal hai!” voh aakhir boli.

Holmes ne jeb se dafti ka chota sa tukra nikalki. Us par tasveer se nikala ek aurat ka chehra tha.

“Main is ko le kar isliye chala kyunkar mujhe laga is ka kuch kam niklega,” us ne kaha. “Policewaale ne ise pehchan liya hai.”

Us ka aah nikli aur sar vapas kursi pe gira.

“Aaiye, Mohtarma Hilda. Khat aapke paas hai. Maamla abhi bhi tayy ho sakta hai. Meri koi khwaish nahi hai ke aapko kisi gadbad mein daalun. Mera zimmedari wahan khatam ho jaati hai jab main aapke shauhar ko gayab khat vapas lauta deta hoon. Meri salaah maniye aur mere saat saaf baat kijiye; yeh aapke liye aakhri mauqa hai.”

Uski himmat ki daad deni padhegi. Ab bhi woh har maanne ko taiyyar na thi.

“Main aapko phir keh rahi hoon, Holmes sahab, aap kuch bedhangi ghalat-fehmi ke shikaar hai.”

Holmes apni kursi se utha.

“Mujhe aap par afsos hai, Mohtarma Hilda. Main aap ke liye jo kar sakta tha kar chuka hoon; mujhe ehsaas ho raha hai ke iska koi fayda nahi hai aap pe.”

Holmes ne ghanti bajayi. Khidmatgar aaya.

“Trelawney Hope sahab ghar pe hai?”

“Huzoor, voh paune ek baje ghar lautenge.”

Holmes ne ek nazar ghadi ko di.

“Sava ghanta aur,” usne kaha. “Koi nahi, main intezaar karunga.”

Khidmatgar ne apne peeche darwaza band hi kiya tha ke Lady Hilda Holmes ke saamne apne ghutno par thi, haath iltija mein, aur khoobsoorat chehra ansuon se bheega.

“Mujhe baksh de, Holmes sahab! Mujhe baksh do!” us ne iltija ki, aur rahmat mangi. “Khuda ke liye, unhe mat bataiyega! Mujhe unse behad mohabbat hai! Main unke daman par ek daag bhi nahi aane dena chahti hoon, aur main yeh jaanti hoon yeh baar unka dil tod degi.”

Holmes ne use wapas pairon par khada kiya. “Main aapka shukrguzar hoon, mohtarma, ke is waqt par bhi aap hosh mein aa gaye hai. Ek pal zaya karne ko nahi hai. Khat kahan hai?”

Voh aapne kaam karne waale mez tak daudi, use khola, aur ek lamba aasmani rang ka lifafa nikaala.

“Yeh hai, Holmes sahab. Khuda karta ke yeh meri nazron ke saamne kabhi nahi aaya hota!”

“Ham ise kaise lauta sakte hain?” Holmes bola. “Jaldi socho, hame koi tarkeeb jaldi sochni padhegi. Daftaari bag kahan hai?”

“Abhi bhi un ke kamre mein.”

“Kya qismat! Jaldi, mohtarma, use idhar laiye!”

Ek pal mein apne haath mein woh lal dibba lekar lauti.

“Aapne ne pehle ise kaise khola? Aap pe paas doosri chaabi hai? Haan, zaroor aapke paas hogi. Ise kholiye!”

Mohtarma Hilda ne apne gireban se ek choti si chaabi nikali. Dabba khula. Voh kagazon se bhara huya tha. Holmes ne woh aasmani rang lifafa usi mein thoos diye, kisi aur dastavez ke beech mein. Dhakan band kiya gaya, tala phirse lagaya aur kamre mein vapas pahuncha diya gaya.

Jaari rahega…..

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