A Killer in Kailash: Adventures of Feluda Read online

  ‘That one's the Das Avatar cave,’ he told us, panting. ‘It has two storeys, and some exquisite statues.’

  ‘Did you … did you see who it was?’ I asked breathlessly.

  Feluda did not reply immediately. Then he said, ‘It's not as simple as I had thought. It’ll take me a while to unravel this tangled mess.’

  We found the main path again and climbed down to the bottom of the temple. But Feluda had not finished. He found one of the chowkidars and asked him if he had seen anyone going up.

  ‘No, sir,’ the chowkidar replied.

  ‘Did you hear any noise? Anything suspicious at all?’

  ‘No, sir. There's been a lot of thunder. I didn't hear anything else.’

  ‘Can we go into the temple?’

  I knew the man would refuse, and he did.

  ‘No, sir. I have orders not to let anyone in at this time of night.’

  We made our way back to the bungalow. As we got closer, we saw something extremely strange. Two windows on the eastern side of the building overlooked the street. We could see these from outside. One of them was Feluda's, the other was Mr Raxit's. Feluda's room was in darkness, but a light flashed in Mr Raxit's room. It was the light from a torch, but it did not stay still. In fact, whoever was holding it seemed to have gone mad. The light danced all over the room, then came to the window, shone once in the direction of the guest house, fell and moved on the bushes by the road before going back to the room. We could not see who it was. ‘Highly interesting!’ Feluda muttered.

  We returned to the bungalow. By now, it had started to drizzle, and was pitch dark outside.

  CHAPTER 8

  I had noticed in the past that our adventures often took totally unexpected turns. When this happened, Feluda seldom lost his equanimity. In fact, I had always marvelled at his ability to keep calm while dealing with unforeseen complications. This time, however, what happened made him very cross.

  Before going to bed at night, we had decided to leave early in the morning to go back to the spot where we had heard that funny noise. It required investigation, Feluda said. So we rose at 5 a.m. and left the bungalow half an hour later after having a cup of tea. Feluda was up before us to replace his make-up. I remembered to maintain a right parting in my hair. Lalmohan Babu expressed the desire to make some change in his appearance as well, but Feluda said ‘no!’ so firmly that he had to desist.

  The caves were going to open for visitors as soon as the sun rose. We wanted to be the first, so we got there at 6 a.m. To our complete astonishment, we found the place crawling with people. A large number of cars and vans were parked outside. It was the sight of a reflector that told me what was going on. This was a film unit. They had arrived from Bombay to shoot a Hindi film, we learnt. The actors hadn’t yet arrived, but the rest of the crew were getting things ready. ‘Oh no!’ Feluda cried in dismay. ‘Why couldn't they find some other place?’

  A young man was bustling about, clutching a film magazine. Lalmohan Babu called him aside.

  ‘What is the name of this film, do you know?’ he asked.

  ‘Oh yes. Krorepati.’

  ‘Who’s acting in it?’

  ‘Three of the top stars. Today’s shots will include Rupa, Arjun Mehrotra, and Balwant Chopra. The heroine, hero, and the villain.’

  The mention of Arjun Mehrotra made Lalmohan Babu grow round-eyed. ‘Will there be songs?’ he asked.

  ‘No, no. We’ve come to shoot fights. Stuntmen, doubles, and the fight director are all here. The hero will chase the villain from a cave into the main temple.’

  ‘And the heroine?’

  ‘She'll stay in the cave. The villain has imprisoned her in there, you see. But now the hero's here, so the villain has to run for his life. The climax takes place on the spire.’

  ‘The spire?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Who’s the director?’

  ‘Mohan Sharma. But these shots today will be taken by the fight director, Appa Rao.’

  ‘How long do you think the whole thing will take?’

  ‘Well … that's difficult to say. We hope to start by ten o’clock. Then we should finish by one.’

  That meant they would occupy the whole complex virtually the whole day.

  ‘I don't believe this!’ Feluda said through clenched teeth. ‘How did they get permission to take the whole place over?’

  Since we couldn't get into the temple, we decided to climb over it, just as we had done the previous night. But even the hills around the temple had men from the film unit setting up equipment. We learnt here that although the film crew were not letting ordinary visitors into the temple, they could not go in themselves, as the official letter giving them the necessary permission to shoot had not yet arrived. It was being brought in a different car. The chowkidar on duty had flatly refused to unlock the main door unless the letter was produced.

  Feluda clicked his tongue in annoyance and said, ‘Let's not waste any more time. Let's see if we can get into cave number fifteen. At least we can look at those beautiful statues, away from all this noise.’

  We climbed down from the other side and were walking towards the cave when we saw a huge yellow American car making its way to the temple. The three major stars and the fight director had arrived.

  Feluda had already told us that the fifteenth cave was the Das Avatar cave. We ran into two modern avatars on our way. They were Lewison and Raxit. We had spotted them from a distance, standing near the entrance and speaking rather animatedly. As we got closer, we heard the American say angrily, ‘I see no point in my staying here any longer.’ Then he strode off in a huff. Mr Raxit walked up to us, shrugged, and smiled somewhat bitterly. ‘He was complaining about the arrangements here. I mean, in the guest house. He said to me, “How can you expect me to spend my dollars here, when you don't even know how to fry an egg?” Just because he's rich, he thinks he owns the whole world.’

  ‘That's strange!’ Feluda remarked. ‘Isn't he supposed to be a connoisseur of art? How can he talk of fried eggs, standing in a place like this, surrounded by the best specimens of Indian art?’

  ‘How,’ Lalmohan Babu wanted to know, ‘do they fry eggs in America, anyway?’

  Mr Raxit opened his mouth to speak, but had to shut it immediately. A loud scream from the temple made us all start violently. Lalmohan Babu was the first to recover. ‘That must be the villain!’ he exclaimed. ‘They’ve started shooting. The villain’s shouting and making his escape.’

  But no. A babble had broken out. There were many other voices, also screaming and yelling. There was something wrong, obviously. Feluda had already begun walking in that direction. We followed him quickly. As we returned to the temple’s entrance, we saw a man in a purple bush shirt being carried out. He appeared to be unconscious. He was taken to the yellow car. Then came the three stars. Rupa was walking slowly, leaning heavily on Arjun Mehrotra. Balwant was holding her hand, and murmuring into her ear, as if she were a frightened child, in need of comforting.

  A second later, we saw the same young man we had spoken to earlier.

  ‘What happened? what's wrong?’ Lalmohan Babu asked him.

  ‘There's a … there's a dead body lying behind the temple. It's horrible!’

  ‘Oh my God! Who was that man they carried out to the car?’

  ‘Appa Rao. He was the first to discover the body. One look, and he fainted.’

  Feluda and Mr Raxit had gone into the temple. The film crew were all coming out. There was now no question of shooting a film here today.

  Lalmohan Babu and I walked along the passage to our left. To our right, below us, were several statues of elephants and lions. They looked as though they were carrying the whole temple on their shoulders. We stopped as the passage turned right. There was a group of men, peering down into a gorge. Perhaps that was where the body was lying. Mr Raxit emerged from the crowd and stopped us. ‘Don't go any further,’ he said. ‘It's not a pretty sight.’ Quite frankly, I had no wish to see
the body, but I did feel curious about the dead man. Who was he? Feluda came out and answered this question even before I could ask it.

  ‘Shubhankar Bose,’ he said. ‘I think he fell off the edge of the cliff straight onto the rocks below.’

  ‘Strange, how strange!’ Lalmohan Babu muttered under his breath. ‘This is exactly how my own villain, Ghanashyam Karkat, is supposed to die!’

  Feluda started walking away, so Lalmohan Babu and I had to move on. Mr Raxit was ahead of us, but he turned and stopped. ‘I saw him last night,’ he said, shaking his head, ‘I told him not to try climbing in the dark. But he paid no attention to me. How was I to know that he was planning to commit suicide?’

  Mr Raxit left, having given us something to ponder on. The idea of a suicide had not occurred to me. I looked at Feluda, but he had started to climb the hill on the left of the temple. Mr Bose must have climbed the same hill.

  The people gathered near the cliff had gone. Mr Bose's death had, in a way, made things easier for our investigation. Feluda went close to the edge of the cliff and examined the area carefully.

  There was a small hole in the ground, only a few feet away from the edge. People had walked over it and around it, making it almost disappear. But when Feluda took out a steel tape from his bag and pushed it in, we realized it was a fairly deep hole. Now Feluda peered closely at the ground again. Lalmohan Babu and I both saw what had claimed his attention.

  There was a deep crease on the ground, running from the edge of the cliff to the hole.

  ‘Do you know what this is?’ Feluda asked me. I couldn't answer. Feluda went on, ‘This mark was left by a rope. Someone had tied a rope to a crowbar, dug the crowbar deep into the ground, and gone down—or tried to go down—the cliff, using that rope. Remember the noise we heard yesterday? It was the noise of the rope being pulled back. Since there was no way to get into the cave below from the front, someone found this way to reach it from the rear.’

  ‘But … what sort of a rope could it have been?’ Lalmohan Babu asked. ‘I mean … if you had to climb down a hundred feet, you’d need a remarkably strong rope, wouldn't you?’

  ‘Yes. A nylon rope would do the trick. It would be light, but very very strong.’

  ‘That means there was a second person here,’ I said slowly. ‘I mean, apart from Mr Bose.’

  ‘Right. This second person removed the rope, and the crowbar. We don't yet know whether he was Bose's friend or foe, but there is something that indicates he might have been the latter.’

  I looked quickly at Feluda. What did he mean? In reply, he took out a small object from his pocket and placed it on his palm. It was a piece of blue cloth, torn presumably from a shirt. Who was wearing a blue shirt yesterday?

  Mr Jayant Mallik!

  ‘Where did you find it?’ I asked. My voice shook.

  ‘Bose was lying on his stomach. His arms were spread wide. His right hand was closed around this piece of cloth, but a small bit was sticking out between two fingers. He and this other man must have struggled with each other by the cliff. Bose clutched at the shirt the other man was wearing. But then he fell, taking this little piece with him.’

  ‘You mean he was deliberately pushed off the cliff?’ Lalmohan Babu gasped. ‘You m-mean it was m-m-murder?’

  Feluda did not give a direct answer. After a few seconds of silence, he simply said, ‘If the statues in the temple are still intact, we must thank Mr Bose for it. It was because of his presence here last night that the thief couldn't get away with it.’

  CHAPTER 9

  When we climbed down eventually and went back to the main entrance to the temple, the members of the film unit had all disappeared. There were knots of local people, curious and excited. The big American car had been replaced by a jeep. An intelligent and smart-looking man—possibly in his mid-thirties—saw Feluda and came forward to greet him. It turned out to be Mr Kulkarni, the manager of the Tourist Guest House.

  ‘We realized only this morning that Mr Bose had not returned last night,’ he said, shaking his head regretfully. ‘I sent a bearer to look for him, but of course he couldn't find him anywhere.’

  ‘What is going to happen now?’ Feluda asked.

  ‘The police in Aurangabad have been informed. They’re sending a van to collect the body. Mr Bose had a brother in Delhi. He'll have to be informed, naturally… It is really very sad. The man was a true scholar. He came once before, in 1968. I believe he was writing a book on Ellora.’

  ‘Isn't there a police station here?’

  ‘Yes, but it's only a small outpost. An assistant sub-inspector is in charge, a man called Ghote. He's inspecting the body at the moment.’

  ‘Could I meet him?’

  ‘Certainly. Oh, by the way—’ Mr Kulkarni stopped, looking doubtfully at Lalmohan Babu and me.

  ‘They are friends, you may speak freely before them,’ Feluda said quickly.

  ‘Oh. Oh, I see,’ Mr Kulkarni sounded relieved. ‘Well, someone rang Bombay this morning.’

  ‘Mallik?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘What did he say?’

  Mr Kulkarni took out a piece of paper from his pocket and read from it: ‘The daughter’s fine. Leaving today.’

  ‘Today? Did he tell you anything about leaving today?’

  ‘He did. He wanted to leave this morning. But I thought of you, Mr Mitter, and had a word with his driver. Mallik has been told there's something wrong with his car, it’ll take a while to repair it. So he cannot leave immediately.’

  ‘Bravo! Thank you, Mr Kulkarni, you've been a great help.’

  Mr Kulkarni looked pleased. Feluda lit a Charminar and asked, ‘Tell me, what kind of a man is this Ghote?’

  ‘A very good man, I should say. But he doesn't like it here. He longs for a promotion and a posting in Aurangabad. Come with me, I will introduce you to him.’

  Mr Ghote had emerged from the cave. Mr Kulkarni brought him over and introduced Feluda as ‘a very famous private detective’. Mr Ghote's height was about five feet five inches. His width matched his height and, to top it all, he had a moustache like Charlie Chaplin. But his movements were surprisingly brisk and agile.

  ‘Why don't you go back to the bungalow?’ Feluda said to me. ‘I’ll have a word with Mr Ghote, and then join you there.’

  Neither of us had the slightest wish to return without Feluda, but there was no point in arguing. So we went back. On reaching the bungalow, we realized we were both quite hungry; so I stopped to tell the chowkidar to send us toast and eggs. Then I walked into our room, to find Lalmohan Babu sitting on his bed, looking a little foolish.

  ‘Tell me, Tapesh,’ he said on seeing me, ‘did we lock our room before going out this morning?’

  ‘Why, no! There was no need to. We have nothing worth stealing. Besides, the cleaners usually come in the morning, so I thought … why, has anything been taken?’

  ‘No. But someone has been through my things. Whoever did it sat on my bed and opened my suitcase. In fact, when I came in, the bed was still warm. See if he touched your suitcase as well?’

  He had; I realized this the minute I opened the case. Nothing was in place. Not only that, one of my pillows was lying on the floor. Judging by the way my chappals had been thrown in two different directions, the intruder had even looked under the bed.

  ‘I was most worried about my notebook,’ Lalmohan Babu confided, ‘but he didn't take it, thank god.’

  ‘Did he take anything else?’

  ‘No, I don't think so. What about you?’

  ‘The same. Whoever came in was looking for something specific, I think. He didn't find it here.’

  ‘Let's ask the chowkidar if he saw anything.’

  But the chowkidar could not help. He had gone out shopping for a while, so if anyone stole in while he was out, he couldn't have seen him. Normally, theft was a rare occurrence in these parts. The chowkidar seemed most puzzled by the thought that anyone's room should be broken into and their belongings sea
rched.

  Had Feluda's room been similarly ransacked? I went to have a look, but saw that his room was locked. He had to be extra careful because of his disguise. ‘Should we try asking Raxit?’ Lalmohan Babu asked.

  Having seen the flashing light in his room the night before, I was feeling rather curious about the man. So I agreed and we both went up to his room. I knocked softly. The door opened almost at once.

  ‘What is it? Come in.’

  Mr Raxit did not seem very pleased to see us; but we went into his room, anyway.

  ‘Did anyone break into your room as well?’ Lalmohan Babu asked as soon as he had stepped in.

  From the way Mr Raxit looked at Lalmohan Babu, it was obvious that he was not in a good mood. He spoke in a low voice, but his tone was sharp. ‘What's the use of speaking to you?’ he said. ‘You can’t hear a word, can you? Let me speak to your nephew. Not only did someone get into my room, but he actually removed something valuable.’

  ‘What … what was it?’ I asked timidly.

  ‘My raincoat. I had bought it in England, and had been using it for the last twenty-five years.’ Lalmohan Babu looked at me silently. He wasn’t supposed to have heard anything. I repeated the words to him, speaking loudly, trying not to laugh.

  ‘Could it have been stolen last night?’ Lalmohan Babu suggested. ‘We saw you looking for something. I mean, we saw your torch …’

  ‘No. A small bat had somehow got into my room last night. I switched the main lights off and used my torch to get rid of it. Nothing was stolen yesterday. It happened this morning. I believe the culprit is that young boy of the chowkidar's.’

  I had to shout once more and repeat the whole thing to Lalmohan Babu.

  ‘I am very sorry to hear this,’ Lalmohan Babu said gravely. ‘We must keep an eye on the boy.’

  There didn't seem to be anything else to say. We apologized for disturbing him and came away.

  The chowkidar had served us breakfast in the dining hall. We began eating. I had no idea what American fried eggs tasted like, but what I had been given here was quite tasty. I kept wondering who might have broken into our room, but decided in the end that it must have been the chowkidar's son. I had seen him walking in the backyard and throwing curious glances in the direction of our rooms.