THE TREASURE OF THE ANCIENTS.
From alcove to alcove we went, finding in each a different class of
treasure, according to the wealth of the occupant and the period in
which he had lived. Here a scholar was laid, and beside him a mass of
parchment manuscripts, which either represented a half of his fortune or
had been purchased at such high prices that his heir preferred to bury
the manuscripts with his ancestor and keep the half of his wealth
represented by more tangible assets. In another place we found many
painted pictures, in another bales of silks, rotted and fallen to decay.
But usually the wealth of these ancestors of Kai Lun Pu consisted of
splendid gems and jewelry, ornaments of gold, silver and jade, and in
many cases golden coins of the Empire. Well might Prince Kai say that
his Ancestral Halls contained enough wealth to ransom a kingdom. To
carry it all away with us would have required a railway train or the
hold of a steamship.
“What we must do,” said Joe, who was a fair judge of gems and jewelry,
“is to select only rubies, emeralds and pearls, and perhaps some of the
fine jades. These may be carried in a small space, if we don’t take too
many of them, and they’ll sell more readily at home for cash.”
We quite agreed with him in this, and believed we would now be able to
order the packing cases of such a size as to fit our needs. We might
have some trouble in carrying our plunder through China to Shanghai, and
to strive to take too much of this almost inexhaustible wealth might
very easily cause us to lose it all.
So eager and excited were we by the sight of this splendid
treasure-house that we lingered in the tombs a long time, and finally
reached an alcove where rested the casket we had made aboard the
_Seagull_, and which contained the bandaged pillows and bolsters that
had been substituted for the body of Prince Kai.
It was still locked, and had not been disturbed in any way by Mai Lo;
nor was there any treasure beside it. From there on to the alcove where
we had entered, and where Joe’s handkerchief was attached to the
grating, the niches were empty. These ancestral chih would have
accommodated several generations yet, had not the last of the royal line
perished without an heir.
“Good gracious! It’s after four o’clock!” exclaimed Archie, leaning over
to examine his watch by the flame of the lamp.
“Then we must hustle back,” I said, “for it begins to get daylight at
five, and we mustn’t get caught in the passages of the palace.”
So we ran into the alcove of the first Kai and closed the grating behind
us. Then we thrust aside the tapestry, passed through the steel door,
and fastened it securely. A moment more and we were treading the tunnel
in single file back to the palace.
The way was up hill now, and harder walking, but it did not seem so long
as it did when we came down. In a few minutes we had reached the stone
steps and were climbing them to the chamber of the Prince.
The sliding panel behind the statue puzzled us a little, but we soon
discovered how to close it, and it caught in place with the same little
click that had released it when the foot was pushed aside.
Without pausing again in the bed-chamber, we crept beneath the tapestry
and out of the panel door into the corridor, and then paused to listen
with bated breath. The guard could still be heard treading heavily
before the door to the Suite of the Horned Fish; so we took off our
shoes again, pushed aside the dragon tapestry, and noiselessly crept to
our own room.
You may be sure we breathed easier when we were safe within our own
quarters, for day was just breaking and our return had been timed none
too soon.
Nux and Bryonia, whom we had left to guard our rooms from possible
intrusion while we were absent, were mighty glad to see us back again,
and their eyes opened wide with astonishment when Archie displayed his
pearls as proof that we had found the treasure.
But the night of excitement had wearied us greatly, so we all turned in
and slept like dead men until our faithful blacks called us to
breakfast.
It was while we were at this meal that Joe uttered an exclamation, and
glancing up I saw his face go white and frightened.
“What is it, old man?” I asked quickly.
“My handkerchief!” he replied. “I left it tied to the grating of the
alcove!”
We looked at one another in stupid bewilderment for a moment, trying
hard to think how to remedy such a blunder. But nothing could be done
for that day, anyhow, and if Mai Lo happened to visit the Ancestral
Halls during that time he would have ample proof that we had been there.
“Of course he may not notice it,” said Archie, comfortingly.
“Why, it’s a regular flag—white against all those dark hues of
tapestries and black spots of alcoves. Of course he’ll notice it,”
retorted Joe with a groan.
“Not any more than he’ll notice the absence of the pearls,” I suggested.
“Mai Lo is evidently busy assorting the treasure he means to run away
with, and his first visit there will assure him someone else has been in
the vaults.”
“Oh, but without the handkerchief he would be unable to guess who it
was,” answered Joe. “The handkerchief gives him just the clew he
needed.”
“Never mind,” said I; “the governor can’t do anything about it that I
can see. If he is onto our game, we are also onto his, and he won’t dare
whisper to the people outside that he is visiting the vaults. When he
enters the building he is supposed to be praying, and he must not enter
the underground chih after laying the body of the Prince there. His only
legitimate business now is to seal up the vaults and destroy all traces
of them.”
“And then make an end of himself,” added Archie.
“Just so.”
But in spite of our brave talk we were decidedly uneasy over the way in
which we had bungled our adventure of the night, and as soon as
breakfast was finished we started out with one accord and took the path
that led to the Ancestral Halls.
Nux followed us, but Bry remained in our rooms. This plan we had adopted
several days before, having only one of our blacks with us when we
ventured out of the palace and leaving the other to guard the entrance
to our apartments. The reason for this procedure was that we soon
expected to accumulate considerable treasure in our rooms, and we wanted
it understood that we permitted no intrusion further than the outer
reception-room. Indeed, Bry was guarding, this morning, a few pearls
that Joe estimated to be worth over fifty thousand dollars; and the way
he did it was to tie them in a handkerchief and carry them in his
pocket. As for separating our faithful servants, it was evident that
nothing could ever be done in this place by brute force, and a thousand
men would be of no more use to us than one.
We sauntered carelessly along, so as not to convey the impression that
we had any object in our walk more than to get a bit of air and
exercise. Often we passed the magnificently attired household eunuchs,
singly or in groups; but we had now become familiar sights to these
creatures, and they merely touched their yellow turbans respectfully and
passed on.
Around the outbuildings the place thronged with less important servants,
all under the general command of Wi-to and his lieutenants. Sounds of
industry came from the House of the Artisans, where the bronze, brass
and gold workers were busy. In front of the House of the Weavers were
groups throwing shuttles back and forth or spinning the threads to be
used in the looms.
Kitchen servants passed and repassed in every direction, and this part
of the grounds was in many ways the most interesting of all, for here
beat the pulse that gave life to the whole establishment.
Moving on, we took the path descending the mound toward the Ancestral
Halls—not the one that led past the cage of Sacred Apes, for we hated
those fearful creatures and avoided them—but a shaded, winding way that
was very pleasant, though it led past a pond of black water which was
said to be the home of a monster Devil-Fish.
Before long we came to a halt directly in front of the north entrance of
the beautiful bamboo palace of the dead, and the soldier on guard,
radiant in the crimson and sapphire uniform of the governor’s service,
waved his scimitar partly in salute and partly in warning.
“Mai Lo?” I said to him, questioningly.
He spoke no English, but could not fail to understand I was asking for
the governor; so he turned his thumb toward the entrance, to indicate
that his master was inside the building, and then resumed his strut back
and forth before the door.
Well, that was all we wanted to know, and our hearts sank as we realized
that our enemy was even now in the underground chih examining the traces
of our midnight visit there. We slowly turned and retraced our steps as
far as a group of trees that stood a little way up the mound and
commanded an unobstructed view of the entire House of Ancestors. Here we
seated ourselves upon shady benches and passed the next two hours
moodily talking over the situation.
At the end of that time we observed Mai Lo appear from the building by
the entrance nearest us. He was as deliberate and reserved in demeanor
as ever, and after a word to the guard he took the very path that led
past the trees where we were.
“Let’s get out,” advised Archie, hastily.
“No,” said Joe, “let’s stay and hear what the old duffer has to say.
Don’t be afraid to talk up to him, Sam.”
“I won’t,” was my promise.
Then we grimly awaited the governor’s approach. He paced steadily up the
path, his hands clasped behind his back and his face turned square to
the front.
So he reached the trees and came to a halt before our bench. Upon his
parchment-like yellow face there was no sign of expression; in the
bead-like eyes turned upon us was no ray of intelligence.
Without doubt Mai Lo had been astounded by the discovery he had made
that morning: that we were able to penetrate to the sacred chih of the
Ancestors of Kai. If he was human, he must have been stirred to the very
depths of his nature. But here he stood, as passionless and cold as a
statue, his glassy stare wandering from one to another of us in turn,
but no word passing his thin, compressed lips.
What a relief it would have been had he denounced us, threatened us,
cursed us for foreign devils and scoundrels! But no. He merely fixed his
soulless eyes upon us, and I began to realize how the ancient Greeks
might have got their idea of Medusa and the terrible gaze that turned
men to stone.