Feluda

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Are you Feluda?

The question came from El Feluda's waist. A six-year-old boy is standing next to Feluda and looking at him with his head bowed. On the same day, Feluda published an interview in a Bengali paper with a picture of Charminar in his hand. As a result, Feluda's face is recognized by people in Raptaghat like a film star. We have arrived. Toy and red fish shops at the Hobby Center at the intersection of Park Street and Russell Street. Feluda wants to give Sidhujatha a good chess set as a gift on his 70th birthday.

Gently placing his hand on the boy's head, Feluda said, "You're right."

Can you tell who took my bird? The boy said in a very challenging tone. By then a gentleman of Feluda's age had approached us with a long packet wrapped in brown paper, a happy expression on his face.

Tell your own name to Feluda, said the gentleman.

Aniruddha Haldar, the boy said in a serious mood.

This is one of your small fans, said the gentleman. Heard all your stories from her mother.

What was the bird talking about?

He didn't do anything, the gentleman smiled lightly and said, he was fond of keeping birds, so I bought him a sandalwood. On the day that comes, who takes the bird out of the cage?

There is an empty feather, said Feluda's small fan.

Do you understand?

The bird was at night, not in the morning. Mystery.

That seems to be the case. Can't Aniruddha Haldar do anything about this mystery?

I understand detective? I am in class two.

The boy's father did not let him go too far.

Come on, Anu. We have to go to New Market again. You better ask Feluda to come to our house one day.

The son obeyed his father's request. This time the gentleman took out a card and handed it to Feluda and said, my name is Amitabh Haldar.

Feluda looked at the card once and said, I see you live in Barasat.

You may have heard my father's name. Parvaticharan Haldar.

Yes yes! I have also read his writings. Doesn't he have a collection of all sorts of things?

That is my father's intoxication. He left the bar and did all that now. The whole world is behind all that. You have so many things to say, I think you will be happy to see. Ancient Gramophone, Mughal Chess, Warren Hastings's Nasy's Quota, Napoleon's Letter 8. Apart from that, our house is also very interesting. It is one and a half hundred years old. If you are free one day, if you make a phone call — Sunday-Tabbar. I'd rather make a phone call. Yours in the directory?

Yes, it is in my name. This is that.

Feluda also gave one of his cards to the gentleman.

It is said that we will go to Barasat one day this month. Lal Mohan Babu has a car, there is no difficulty in going. Let me say here, Lalmohanbabu is in good spirits and in good spirits, because the giant omnibus of Jatayu has come out in this puja, the ten best mystery thriller novels selected in it. The price is twenty five rupees and in the language of Lalmohanbabu, selling like hot cakes.

Seeing Feluda's face dry in the evening, I asked what was the matter. He said, Khude client's RG is spinning in his head.

That sandalwood thing?

Have you ever heard of birds being stolen from cages?

I had to admit that I did not hear it. - Do you still smell the mystery?

The matter does not fall into the category of everyday events; Chandana is no longer the Bird of Paradise. If one has not made the mistake of closing the cage door in someone's negligence.

But there is no way to know that.

Why not? It can be known only by going there and asking. In fact, I understand that no one in the house took this matter seriously. The fact that the incident was unusual did not cover anyone's head. But I understand that the boy's mind is pounding, otherwise he would not have seen me and said the word. At least once.

The gentleman told me to go.

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. When he returned home, he could no longer remember. It seems like a little boy's request and it is not right to ignore it at all.

Just five days before Christmas, Amitabh Babu's phone rang on a Saturday morning. I transferred the call to Feluda's room and listened to the main telephone in the living room.

Mr. Mitti?

Tell me the news.

My son ate his head. When are you coming?

Did you find any birds?

No, he can't be found by me.

I'm afraid if your son is holding on, I'll rescue his bird, but that's not it. If found, it will be a matter of disgrace.

Don't worry about him. Give the boy some time and he will be happy. In fact, I want to talk to my father once. Today is my holiday; What are you doing

Nothing like that. What if it's ten o'clock today?

Of course.

Lal Mohan Babu's arrival at our house on Saturday and Sunday at nine o'clock in the morning is absolutely one hundred percent sure. The clock is ticking in Kolkata. Nowadays it is possible. No, but not more than ten minutes a day. Not even today. At exactly nine o'clock, five minutes later, he entered the room, stepped on the sofa and said, "Ink pen mind, write three." Mister, after the rush of Pujo's writing, when winter comes, the thought of writing goes away for thousands of miles — the ink pen doesn't want to look at the notebook anymore.

Lal Mohan Babu has become very obsessed with proverbs lately. He has memorized three and a half hundred proverbs. The juice of literature condenses when appropriate proverbs can be heard in the space of writing. He is not only writing, he is also using proverbs from time to time. Today the gentleman is wearing gray terrylin pants and a green sweater, and a white kachuri in his hand. The reason for kachuri is nothing but walking. Asked whether there is much demand for kachuri these days, Feluda said, "Mr. Mohan, if you see a queue for kachuri at Mohan Moira's shop in Bagbazar, you will think that there is a Bombay-Mack Hindi hit movie." If you feed, you will understand how appropriate the analogy is.

We went out with a flask of water and a spoonful of watermelon. Lal Mohan Babu did not hear the name of Parbati Haldar. But he was terribly impressed by Napoleon's letter. He said that his hero was Napoleon when he was in school. Great man, Bonapati said the word three times in a hushed voice on the way.

Lal Mohan Babu's driver Haripad Babu could not pick up speed before VIP Road. When I reached Barasat, it was about half past ten.

The house is not visible from the road. After entering through the gate and going a little on the gravel road, you can see the building with pillars. Absolutely sahibi style house, the impression of age is not as much as it should be; It seems that within a year, at least the front part has been limed and repaired. Rows of supuri trees around a paved pond in front of the house.

Amitabh Babu was waiting for us downstairs, Feluda said in a conversation with Lal Mohan Babu, I have not read your writing myself, but my wife is a big fan of mystery-thriller series.

We climbed the white stone stairs to the second floor. Everything in Parvatibabu's collection is on the second floor.

Take care of meeting my son before the father, said Amitabh Babu. Dad has people now. He meets outsiders in the morning.

Addureo people come and harass?

There are some collectors like Dad, they come often. Apart from that, my father has recently placed an advertisement in the paper for a secretary. Some people are coming to see him.

He doesn't have a secretary?

Yes, but he is leaving for Delhi to get a good job next week. The man was quite useful. In fact, the father's luck is bad about the secretary. In the last ten years, four secretaries have gone. One died of meningitis after working for a year. There is no other word, he became a fan of Sai Baba and became a partisan. The gentleman the father is now talking to was chased away seven years ago. He was also the secretary.

Why, why chase?

The gentleman did a very good job, but impossibly superstitious. Dad couldn't stand it at all. Once he brought a jade stone idol from Egypt and came to Calcutta and made his father sick. Sadhanbabu seriously told Baba that the idol of the goddess was cursed. On the father. With this one word, the father somehow grabbed him by the neck and kicked him out.

If this Sadhanbabu has come again, he has to be called very optimistic, and your father has to be called very forgiving.

In fact, the father was a little remorse after the man was kicked out! Because the gentleman's condition was not good at all. And the father did not give him a certificate.

Although the house is biliti style from the outside, the inside is like a Bengali zamindari house. Row upon row of houses on one side of the two-storied verandah surrounding the middle natmandir; Living room, and mountaineering study or work room at the front, and all the service rooms at the inside. Feluda's small client was standing in front of his house on the verandah. As we approached, we heard the sound of shoes and looked at the living room. A man with a blue coat and a briefcase crossed the room and went to the stairs. Amitabhbabu said, this is that former secretary Sadhanbabu. The gentleman did not seem very pleased.

This is my bird cage, Feluda said standing in front of him.

That's what I came to see.

The cage hangs from a hook over the railing on the porch. Seeing the gleaming feeling, it is understood that the cage was also bought with the bird. Feluda moved towards it. The door is still open.

Did you know that any of your house servants have bird allergies?

Amitabh Babu laughed.

I don't see any reason to think that. None of our servants is less than twenty years old. Apart from that, at one time there were two gray parrots together in this house. Dad brought it himself. There were many days then he died.

Did you notice this?

Feluda asked the question, shaking the cage with his hand for a while.

The two of us went ahead with Amitabh Babu.

Feluda pointed to a part of the cage door.

Seems like a small red spot? Said Amitabh Babu. What does that mean?

That's what you're thinking. Blood.

Chandana Murder? Said Lal Mohan Babu.

Feluda closed the cage door and said that neither bird's blood nor human blood could be understood without chemical analysis. But there is no doubt that there has been a struggle. Of course, that is not unusual. This implies that the birds did not escape to keep the cage door open; The door was opened and the bird was taken out. Where did you buy the bird?

New Market, said. Unrestricted.

Amitabhbabu said, ‘Tinkaribabu’s bird shop in New Market is a very old shop. Many of our acquaintances have bought birds from there.

Aniruddha wanted to show us his newly bought toys, especially the machine gun, but Amitabh said, "They will come to you again." Then you will see your toys, talk to your mother, have tea — everything will happen. Let's talk to grandpa first, how?

We set off for Parvatibabu's study.

But there was no more talk with Grandpa. Lal Mohan Babu later said that the shock effect of a single event lasts a lifetime. It is such an event.

As soon as I entered the living room, I realized that things were buzzing around. We went ahead thinking that there was plenty of time to watch it all. In the south-west corner of the house, towards the door of the paved Santadi.

Let's go, Amitabhbabu went into the room. And as soon as he entered, he got up with a faint shout:

Dad.

Feluda had to hold Amitabh Babu with both hands, because the gentleman was almost falling.

By then we had both entered the house.

Sitting in a revolving chair behind a huge mahogany table. Parvaticharan Haldar. His head is chit, his eyes are like two stones towards the ceiling, his hands are hanging on the two handles of the chair.

Feluda ran to the gentleman's side. Raising his hand to see the navel, he turned to us and said, "You run and stop the man. Tell the doorman." Look out on the street if you need to.

Lal Mohan Babu also gave leave with me. The mind was saying, ten minutes have passed, that man will no longer be found — especially if he has committed murder.

There was almost a collision with a gentleman while going down the stairs. I found out later. He is Hrishikeshbabu, the current secretary of Parvaticharan. There was no time to think about what he thought when he saw two strangers rushing down like this.

There is no one outside, no one on the street, no one to stay. The strangest thing was that the doorman shouted that no one had gone out of the gate in the last ten minutes. He has been on duty since morning saying that people will come to Babu, he can't be wrong.

Let's look at the side of the garden, said Lal Mohan Babu, maybe there is an ambush somewhere.

I did so. The edge of the pond to the south, the rose garden to the west, the side of the compound wall, around the house of the servants, I did not leave anywhere. It is not easy to climb the wall, because it is about eight feet high.

I had to give up.

Sadhanbabu disappeared.