Raffles Haw led the way through the front door, and crossing over the
gravelled drive pushed open the outer door of the laboratory--the same
through which the McIntyres had seen the packages conveyed from the
waggon. On passing through it Robert found that they were not really
within the building, but merely in a large bare ante-chamber, around
the walls of which were stacked the very objects which had aroused his
curiosity and his father's speculations. All mystery had gone from
them now, however, for while some were still wrapped in their sackcloth
coverings, others had been undone, and revealed themselves as great pigs
of lead.
“There is my raw material,” said Raffles Haw carelessly, nodding at the
heap. “Every Saturday I have a waggon-load sent up, which serves me
for a week, but we shall need to work double tides when Laura and I
are married, and we get our great schemes under way. I have to be very
careful about the quality of the lead, for, of course, every impurity is
reproduced in the gold.”
A heavy iron door led into the inner chamber. Haw unlocked it, but only
to disclose a second one about five feet further on.
“This flooring is all disconnected at night,” he remarked. “I have no
doubt that there is a good deal of gossip in the servants'-hall about
this sealed chamber, so I have to guard myself against some inquisitive
ostler or too adventurous butler.”
The inner door admitted them into the laboratory, a high, bare,
whitewashed room with a glass roof. At one end was the furnace and
boiler, the iron mouth of which was closed, though the fierce red light
beat through the cracks, and a dull roar sounded through the building.
On either side innumerable huge Leyden jars stood ranged in rows, tier
topping tier, while above them were columns of Voltaic cells. Robert's
eyes, as he glanced around, lit on vast wheels, complicated networks of
wire, stands, test-tubes, coloured bottles, graduated glasses, Bunsen
burners, porcelain insulators, and all the varied _debris_ of a chemical
and electrical workshop.
“Come across here,” said Raffles Haw, picking his way among the heaps of
metal, the coke, the packing-cases, and the carboys of acid. “Yours
is the first foot except my own which has ever penetrated to this
room since the workmen left it. My servants carry the lead into the
ante-room, but come no further. The furnace can be cleaned and stoked
from without. I employ a fellow to do nothing else. Now take a look in
here.”
He threw open a door on the further side, and motioned to the young
artist to enter. The latter stood silent with one foot over the
threshold, staring in amazement around him. The room, which may have
been some thirty feet square, was paved and walled with gold. Great
brick-shaped ingots, closely packed, covered the whole floor, while on
every side they were reared up in compact barriers to the very ceiling.
The single electric lamp which lighted the windowless chamber struck
a dull, murky, yellow light from the vast piles of precious metal, and
gleamed ruddily upon the golden floor.
“This is my treasure house,” remarked the owner. “You see that I have
rather an accumulation just now. My imports have been exceeding my
exports. You can understand that I have other and more important duties
even than the making of gold, just now. This is where I store my output
until I am ready to send it off. Every night almost I am in the habit of
sending a case of it to London. I employ seventeen brokers in its sale.
Each thinks that he is the only one, and each is dying to know where I
can get such large quantities of virgin gold. They say that it is the
purest which comes into the market. The popular theory is, I believe,
that I am a middleman acting on behalf of some new South African mine,
which wishes to keep its whereabouts a secret. What value would you put
upon the gold in this chamber? It ought to be worth something, for it
represents nearly a week's work.”
“Something fabulous, I have no doubt,” said Robert, glancing round at
the yellow barriers. “Shall I say a hundred and fifty thousand pounds?”
“Oh dear me, it is surely worth very much more than that,” cried Raffles
Haw, laughing. “Let me see. Suppose that we put it at three ten an
ounce, which is nearly ten shillings under the mark. That makes,
roughly, fifty-six pounds for a pound in weight. Now each of these
ingots weighs thirty-six pounds, which brings their value to two
thousand and a few odd pounds. There are five hundred ingots on each of
these three sides of the room, but on the fourth there are only three
hundred, on account of the door, but there cannot be less than two
hundred on the floor, which gives us a rough total of two thousand
ingots. So you see, my dear boy, that any broker who could get the
contents of this chamber for four million pounds would be doing a nice
little stroke of business.”
“And a week's work!” gasped Robert. “It makes my head swim.”
“You will follow me now when I repeat that none of the great schemes
which I intend to simultaneously set in motion are at all likely to
languish for want of funds. Now come into the laboratory with me and see
how it is done.”
In the centre of the workroom was an instrument like a huge vice, with
two large brass-coloured plates, and a great steel screw for bringing
them together. Numerous wires ran into these metal plates, and were
attached at the other end to the rows of dynamic machines. Beneath was
a glass stand, which was hollowed out in the centre into a succession of
troughs.
“You will soon understand all about it,” said Raffles Haw, throwing off
his coat, and pulling on a smoke-stained and dirty linen jacket. “We
must first stoke up a little.” He put his weight on a pair of great
bellows, and an answering roar came from the furnace. “That will do. The
more heat the more electric force, and the quicker our task. Now for the
lead! Just give me a hand in carrying it.”
They lifted a dozen of the pigs of lead from the floor on to the glass
stand, and having adjusted the plates on either side, Haw screwed up the
handle so as to hold them in position.
“It used in the early days to be a slow process,” he remarked; “but now
that I have immense facilities for my work it takes a very short time. I
have now only to complete the connection in order to begin.”
He took hold of a long glass lever which projected from among the wires,
and drew it downwards. A sharp click was heard, followed by a loud,
sparkling, crackling noise. Great spurts of flame sprang from the two
electrodes, and the mass of lead was surrounded by an aureole of golden
sparks, which hissed and snapped like pistol-shots. The air was filled
with the peculiar acid smell of ozone.
“The power there is immense,” said Raffles Haw, superintending the
process, with his watch upon the palm of his hand. “It would reduce an
organic substance to protyle instantly. It is well to understand the
mechanism thoroughly, for any mistake might be a grave matter for the
operator. You are dealing with gigantic forces. But you perceive that
the lead is already beginning to turn.”
Silvery dew-like drops had indeed begun to form upon the dull-coloured
mass, and to drop with a tinkle and splash into the glass troughs.
Slowly the lead melted away, like an icicle in the sun, the electrodes
ever closing upon it as it contracted, until they came together in the
centre, and a row of pools of quicksilver had taken the place of the
solid metal. Two smaller electrodes were plunged into the mercury, which
gradually curdled and solidified, until it had resumed the solid form,
with a yellowish brassy shimmer.
“What lies in the moulds now is platinum,” remarked Raffles Haw. “We
must take it from the troughs and refix it in the large electrodes.
So! Now we turn on the current again. You see that it gradually takes a
darker and richer tint. Now I think that it is perfect.” He drew up the
lever, removed the electrodes, and there lay a dozen bricks of ruddy
sparkling gold.
“You see, according to our calculations, our morning's work has been
worth twenty-four thousand pounds, and it has not taken us more than
twenty minutes,” remarked the alchemist, as he picked up the newly-made
ingots, and threw them down among the others.
“We will devote one of them to experiment,” said he, leaving the last
standing upon the glass insulator. “To the world it would seem an
expensive demonstration which cost two thousand pounds, but our
standard, you see, is a different one. Now you will see me run through
the whole gamut of metallic nature.”
First of all men after the discoverer, Robert saw the gold mass, when
the electrodes were again applied to it, change swiftly and successively
to barium, to tin, to silver, to copper, to iron. He saw the long white
electric sparks change to crimson with the strontium, to purple with the
potassium, to yellow with the manganese. Then, finally, after a hundred
transformations, it disintegrated before his eyes, and lay as a little
mound of fluffy grey dust upon the glass table.
“And this is protyle,” said Haw, passing his fingers through it. “The
chemist of the future may resolve it into further constituents, but to
me it is the Ultima Thule.”
“And now, Robert,” he continued, after a pause, “I have shown you enough
to enable you to understand something of my system. This is the great
secret. It is the secret which endows the man who knows it with such
a universal power as no man has ever enjoyed since the world was made.
This secret it is the dearest wish of my heart to use for good, and
I swear to you, Robert McIntyre, that if I thought it would tend to
anything but good I would have done with it for ever. No, I would
neither use it myself nor would any other man learn it from my lips. I
swear it by all that is holy and solemn!”
His eyes flashed as he spoke, and his voice quivered with emotion.
Standing, pale and lanky, amid his electrodes and his retorts, there was
still something majestic about this man, who, amid all his stupendous
good fortune, could still keep his moral sense undazzled by the glitter
of his gold. Robert's weak nature had never before realised the strength
which lay in those thin, firm lips and earnest eyes.
“Surely in your hands, Mr. Haw, nothing but good can come of it,” he
said.
“I hope not--I pray not--most earnestly do I pray not. I have done for
you, Robert, what I might not have done for my own brother had I one,
and I have done it because I believe and hope that you are a man who
would not use this power, should you inherit it, for selfish ends.
But even now I have not told you all. There is one link which I have
withheld from you, and which shall be withheld from you while I live.
But look at this chest, Robert.”
He led him to a great iron-clamped chest which stood in the corner, and,
throwing it open, he took from it a small case of carved ivory.
“Inside this,” he said, “I have left a paper which makes clear anything
which is still hidden from you. Should anything happen to me you
will always be able to inherit my powers, and to continue my plans
by following the directions which are there expressed. And now,”
he continued, throwing his casket back again into the box, “I shall
frequently require your help, but I do not think it will be necessary
this morning. I have already taken up too much of your time. If you are
going back to Elmdene I wish that you would tell Laura that I shall be
with her in the afternoon.”