The Great God Gold Part 23

"I'm glad you're pleased at the appearance of little Aggie," remarked the Doctor between deep puffs of his pipe. "She's quite a sweet child.

Every one in the village loves her."

"I wonder, Doctor, what they'd think if they knew she was my daughter-- the daughter of `Red Mullet'--eh?" asked the red-haired man grimly.

The Doctor pulled a wry face but did not reply. Alas, he was well aware that Mr Mullet did not bear the best of reputations, and as a matter of fact he was wondering the reason why he now risked a sojourn on British soil.

"But--I--er--is that door closed?" he asked of the ugly little man as he glanced suspiciously behind him.

The Doctor rose and latched it. Then he resumed his seat.

"The fact is, I came down here to-day for two reasons--to see little Aggie and also to make some inquiries."

"Inquiries!" echoed Diamond. "What about?"

"About something that concerns you," was "Red Mullet's" reply. "About certain papers which belonged to a man named Blanc, who died in a little hotel opposite the Gare du Nord."

"I--I don't understand you. What do you mean?" asked Diamond, with a perceptible start.

"Come, my dear Doc, you may just as well be frank and open with me. You know the kind of man I am. You've got hold of papers which don't belong to you--and well, all praise to you, I say, if they're worth anything.

I don't see why you shouldn't deal with a dead man's property if he deliberately wished to destroy it."

"How do you know all this, Mr Mullet?" asked the Doctor, his face pale and much surprised.

"Well, my source of information don't matter very much, does it?"

remarked the other, stretching out his long legs to the warmth of the fire. "But I can tell you it's lucky for you and your friends that I've found out about it--or--well, I can only tell you something would have happened--something very unfortunate."

"I don't follow you."

"I don't expect you do," was "Red Mullet's" reply, as he laughed lightly. "Just be open with me, Doc, and I'll tell you something-- something that'll interest you, no doubt. What is the purport of this precious doc.u.ment about which there's all this fuss?"

"It's a secret--a great and remarkable problem which, up to the present, I'm unable to solve."

"My dear old chap, there are a good many problems in this world which want solving. The first of them is Woman," laughed the other.

"Admitted. But woman doesn't concern this particular matter."

"That's just where you are mistaken, Doc," Mullet interrupted. "You live down in this rural solitude, and you don't know what goes on up in London. There is a woman in the case--a woman who is very deeply involved in it."

"Who?"

"We can leave her out of it for the present," replied Mullet. "I want to know something about the doc.u.ment."

Doctor Diamond hesitated. Had this man, whose reputation was so bad, and against whom he had so often been warned, come there for the purpose of levying blackmail? It seemed as though he had! "Well," he answered, "I really see no reason why we should discuss what is, after all, my own private business, Mr Mullet."

"I should not ask you if I had not a distinct object," said the other.

"I may as well tell you that I've already acted in your interests, and at considerable risk to myself, too," he added.

"For which I thank you most sincerely," responded the ugly little man, now very much on the alert.

He was extremely puzzled to know by what means Mullet had learnt his secret. Surely he could not have been a friend of that man who, on his deathbed, had refused his name?

"I merely came down here to give you warning," Mullet said. "You are not the only person interested in the discovery."

"I know. I have been compelled to take certain persons into my confidence, and they will share in the profits which, we hope, will eventually accrue."

"I'm not speaking of your friends, Doc. I'm speaking of enemies--people who are working actively against you."

"Against me!" cried Diamond, starting. "Who else knows about it besides ourselves?"

"Ah!" exclaimed Mullet, smiling. "That's just the point. While you possess only a few sc.r.a.ps of the dead man's ma.n.u.script, those working in opposition to you have in their possession a complete copy!"

"What!" cried the ugly little Doctor, starting up. "Then the context is known! The whole doc.u.ment has been read!"

"Without a doubt. And I should have been in ignorance of your connection with it had it not been for a pure accident," answered Mullet.

"Who are my enemies?" demanded the Doctor. "They are powerful--but I'm not at liberty to mention their names. I can only say, Doctor, that if I can help you in secret in this affair I will. There's money in it-- lots of money--that's my firm opinion."

"Then you know all about it?"

"Well--I know that the discovery is one of the most remarkable of the age, and that it seems more than likely you'll be able to locate the hidden treasure of Solomon's temple. I'm not much of a cla.s.sical or Biblical scholar, but I understand that the theory has utterly staggered certain great authorities. And as a mining engineer by profession, I'm interested. I've been on more than one treasure-hunt, once in Guatemala, and again I went out with a party prospecting three years ago for those sunken Spanish galleons in Vigo Bay. We located nine of the vessels by means of that new Italian invention, the hydroscope, and got up an old cannon, several gold doubloons and silver `pieces of eight.'

According to authentic records in the Archives at Madrid, there are seventeen vessels full of gold and silver lying at the bottom of the bay, and the treasure is believed to be worth at least twenty-eight millions sterling."

Diamond smiled. Even that huge sum did not cause him dismay. The treasure of Solomon's temple would surely be worth a dozen times as much. Besides, would not he, Raymond Diamond, become one of the most noted men in the world if, by his instrumentality, the historic treasure of Israel was recovered.

"A company has been formed to work the Vigo treasure. They asked me to join them," "Red Mullet" went on. "It's a tempting business, but I have other matters to attend to just now. I wonder you don't form a syndicate to work this scheme of yours, Doctor."

"No syndicate is necessary," replied the Doctor confidently. "We can do it ourselves."

"You might--if it were not for the strong opposition against you,"

Mullet remarked. "No, Doc. Don't be too sure of your position. You've got others who intend to cut in before you, when the time is ripe.

But," he added, "what proof have you that this treasure actually exists.

I'm ignorant in these matters, you know."

"In a dozen places in the Old Testament it is referred to.

Nebuchadnezzar, when he took Jerusalem, carried away over five thousand vessels of gold and silver from the temple. Yet this was only the portion which the Jews allowed to remain there. The greater part of the treasure, including the Ark of the Covenant and the tablets of the law, were hidden and have never been recovered. We learn from the Book of Ezra that when Cyrus, Nebuchadnezzar's successor, gave the Jews their liberty, that he restored to Jerusalem five thousand four hundred basons and vessels of gold and silver which the King of Babylon had taken away.

Those were, no doubt, placed in the new temple which Zerubbabel erected, but of which we unfortunately possess so very few particulars.

What we are in search of is not this treasure, but the vessels of Solomon's temple that were hidden by the priests before the capture of Jerusalem by the King of Babylon."

"So I understand, Doctor. But what actual statement have you that they are still concealed?"

"The plain, straightforward statement in Holy Writ," was the other's reply, as he sat huddled in the big armchair, a queer, ugly little figure. Then, reaching across to a small table whereon lay the Bible, which he now daily studied, and opening it, he said: "Now, listen to this. Jeremiah, xxvi, 19-21, reads as follows:

"`For thus saith the Lord of hosts concerning the pillars, and concerning the sea, and concerning the bases, and _concerning the residue of the vessels that remain in this city_, Which Nebuchadnezzar, king of Babylon, took not, when he carried away captive Jeconiah, the son of Jehoiakim king of Judah from Jerusalem to Babylon, and all the n.o.bles of Judah and Jerusalem:

"`Yea, thus saith the Lord of hosts, the G.o.d of Israel, concerning _the vessels that remain in the house of the Lord, and in the house of the King of Judah and of Jerusalem_.'"

"By Jove!" exclaimed Mullet, starting up. "I didn't know of those words of the prophet. But I'm ashamed to say, Doctor, that I never was very much of a Biblical scholar. But it really looks as though there is something in the theory after all, doesn't it?"

For a long time the two men sat together, but though the Doctor was eager to learn how Aggie's father had obtained his knowledge, the latter was equally determined to tell him nothing.