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I’m sure your eyes would pop out. What an imagination those nawabs had—my God!’
    ‘You’ll get leave, won’t you?’
    Feluda ignored my question and continued to speak: ‘And it’s not just the Bhoolbhulaia. You’ll get to see the Monkey Bridge over the Gomti, and of course the battered Residency.’
    ‘What’s the Residency?’
    ‘It was the centre of the British forces during the Mutiny. They couldn’t do a thing. The sepoys tore it apart.’
    Feluda had been at his job for two years. Since he hadn’t taken any leave in the first year, it wasn’t difficult for him now to get a couple of weeks off.
    Perhaps I should explain here that Feluda is my cousin. I am fourteen and he is twenty-seven. Some people think him crazy, some say he is only eccentric, others call him just plain lazy. But I happen to know that few men of his age possess his intelligence. And, if he finds a job that interests him, he can work harder than anyone I know. Besides, he is good at cricket, knows at least a hundred indoor games, a number of card tricks, a little hypnotism and can write with both hands. When he was in school, his memory was so good that he had memorized every word in Tagore’s ‘Snatched from the Gods’after just two readings.
    But what is most remarkable about Feluda is his power of deduction. This is a skill he has acquired simply by reading and regular practice. The police haven’t yet discovered his talents, so Feluda has remained an amateur private detective.
    One look at a person is enough for him to guess—accurately—a number of things about him.
    When we met Dhiru Kaka at the Lucknow railway station, Feluda whispered into my ear: ‘Is your Kaka fond of gardening?’
    I knew that Dhiru Kaka had a garden, but Feluda could not have known about it. After all, Dhiru Kaka was not a relative; Baba and he were childhood friends.
    ‘How did you guess?’ I asked, amazed.
    ‘When he turns around,’ said Feluda, still whispering, ‘you’ll see a rose leaf sticking out from under the heel of his right shoe. And the index finger of his right hand has got tincture of iodine on it. Possibly the result of messing about in a rose bush early this morning.’
    I realized on the way to Dhiru Kaka’s house from the station that Lucknow was really a beautiful place. There were buildings with turrets and minarets all around; the roads were broad and clean and the traffic, besides motor cars, included two different kinds of horse-drawn carriages. One, I learnt, was called a tonga and the other was an ekka. If Dhiru Kaka hadn’t met us in his old Chevrolet, we might have had to get into one of those.
    Dhiru Kaka said, ‘Aren’t you now glad you came to this nice place? It’s not filthy like Calcutta, is it?’
    Baba and Dhiru Kaka were sitting at the back. Feluda and I were both sitting beside the driver, Din Dayal Singh. Feluda whispered again, ‘Ask him about the Bhoolbhulaia?’
    I find it difficult not to do something if Feluda asks me to do it. So I said, ‘What is the Bhoolbhulaia, Dhiru Kaka?’
    ‘You’ll see it for yourself!’ Dhiru Kaka laughed, ‘It’s actually a maze inside the Imambara. The nawabs used to play hide-and-seek in it with their queens.’
    This time Feluda himself spoke. ‘Is it true that you cannot come out of it unless you take a trained guide with you?’
    ‘Yes, so I believe. Once a British soldier—oh, it was many years ago—had a few glasses and laid a wager with someone. Said no one should follow him into the maze, he’d come out himself. Two days later, his body was found in a lane of the maze.’
    My heart started beating faster. ‘Did you go in alone or with a guide?’ I asked Feluda.
    ‘I took a guide. But it is possible to go alone.’
    ‘Really?’
    I stared. Well, nothing was too difficult for Feluda, I knew. ‘How is it possible?’
    Feluda’s eyes drooped. He nodded twice, but remained silent. I could tell he would not speak. His eyes were now taking in every