Our preparations for departure to Hungary were soon made. I hardly know why I accompanied HOLES. It seemed somehow to be the usual thing that I should be present at all his feats. I thought he looked for my company, and though his undemonstrative nature would never have suffered him to betray any annoyance had I remained absent, I judged it best not to disturb the even current of his investigations by departing from established precedent. I therefore departed from London--my only alternative. Just as we were setting out, HOLES stopped me with a warning gesture. "Have you brought the clue with you?" he asked. "What clue?" "Oh," he answered, rather testily, "any clue you like, so long as it's a clue. A torn scrap of paper with writing on it, a foot-print in the mud, a broken chair, a soiled overcoat--it really doesn't matter what it is, but a clue of some kind we must have." "Of course, of course," I said, in soothing tones. "How stupid of me to forget it. Will this do?" I continued, picking up a piece of faded green ribbon which happened to be lying on the pavement. "The very thing," said HOLES, pocketing it, and so we started. Our first visit on arriving at Pesth was to the Emperor-King, who was living _incognito_ in a small back alley of the Hungarian capital. We cheered the monarch's heart, and proceeded to call on the leader of the Opposition in the Hungarian Diet. He was a stern man of some fifty summers, dressed in the national costume. We found him at supper. HOLES was the first to speak. "Sir," he said, "resistance is useless. Your schemes have been discovered. All that is left for you is to throw yourself upon the mercy of your King." The rage of the Magyar was fearful to witness. HOLES continued, inexorably:--"This piece of green ribbon matches the colour of your Sunday tunic. Can you swear it has not been torn from the lining? You cannot. I thought so. Know then that wrapped in this ribbon was found the great Samovar diamond, and that you, you alone, were concerned in the robbery." At this moment the police broke into the room. "Remove his Excellency," said HOLES, "and let him forthwith expiate his crimes upon the scaffold." "But," I ventured to interpose, "where is the diamond? Unless you restore that----" "POTSON," whispered HOLES, almost fiercely, "do not be a fool." As he said this, the door once again opened, and the Emperor-King entered the room, bearing on his head the turquoise crown, in the centre of which sparkled the great Samovar, "the moon of brilliancy," as the Hungarian poets love to call it. The Emperor approached the marvellous detective. "Pardon me," he said, "for troubling you. I have just found the missing stone under my pillow." "Where," said HOLES, "I was about to tell your Majesty that you would find it."