A STRANGE WILL
Tamaroo smiled at the amazement expressed on the faces of his
audience, although they had every excuse to look astonished.
"Do you mean to say that such a condition is in the will?" asked
Frank.
Tamaroo nodded impressively. "It is set forth here," he said. "This is
a copy of the will. The original is in the office of Hiram & Co.,
lawyers, in San Francisco."
"Are those the agents of White & Saon?" asked Eustace.
"Yes, sir. I paid the monthly money through them. I was afraid to
bring the original will with me, as I thought Captain Berry might kill
me to get possession of it. But he has only a copy."
"And how did he get the copy?" asked Natty, quickly.
"That is part of the story," said the negro, adjusting his spectacles.
"It is all written out here. But it will be best for me to tell it in
my own way, and then, Mr. Frank, you can read the papers afterwards
when you have time."
Frank looked grim. "I have plenty of time," he said; "the whole
twenty-four hours of the day. But tell the story in your own way."
The negro nodded, and seemed pleased that he was allowed to do what he
liked. The four men were seated at the end of the room furthest from
the window. Outside it was a particularly dark night, and rain was
falling. At times the wind shook the house, which was old. The blinds
of the big, square window at the end, where Jarman's desk stood, were
pulled down, but the curtains had not been drawn. Occasionally a flare
of bluish lightning would show against the blinds, and more clearly
where they did not quite cover the window. What with the drench of the
rain, the howling of the wind, and the rolling of distant thunder, the
noise at times drowned the negro's voice. Therefore the three who
listened were obliged to bend their heads in order to hear clearly.
The lamp was drawn close to Tamaroo's elbow so that he could refer at
his ease to the papers. But this he rarely did, as he seemed to know
what they contained by heart. He began his narrative by asking
questions.
"Do you remember your father, Mr. Denham?" he asked.
"Oh, I guess I do," replied Natty, nodding. "He didn't die so very
long ago. We hung out in Los Angeles, and Berry was an old friend of
the governor's."
"Quite so," nodded Tamaroo; "and he was the ruin of your father. He
induced him to drink more than was good."
Natty, who had not quite got over the contempt of the American for the
black race, would have replied in rather a fiery manner, but that
Tamaroo gave him no time.
"Don't be angry, sir," he said. "All that I say is means to an end."
"Well, I believe Berry did make my father drink," admitted Denham,
reluctantly. "He was always hovering round. But so was Anchor, for the
matter of that. He drank also."
"And was Fairy Fan anywhere in the galley?" asked Eustace.
"Yes," said Tamaroo, who seemed to know the lady by that name. "She is
the niece of Berry."
"Oh!" said Frank, "then she really is the niece?"
"Oh, certainly. The daughter of his sister, and a very wicked woman."
"You don't need to add that last," put in Eustace. "I know how she
treated poor Anchor. But go on with the story."
"I must begin at the beginning, then," said Tamaroo, and cleared his
throat. "I need not be very particular as to time," he said, "as the
dates are all in the papers here. I'll just tell you the story as
shortly as possible, and then you can read it at leisure for
yourselves."
"That's all right," said Frank. "Go on. I am impatient."
"I am a very old man," continued Tamaroo. "You mightn't believe it,
but I am over eighty. In my youth I was a slave on a plantation near
New Orleans. I was wickedly treated by a brutal master, and Mr.
Lancaster, seeing me being flogged one day, bought me out of pity. I
was not very young then, but I was strong, and Mr. Lancaster found
that I could work for him. I did. Heaven bless him!" said Tamaroo,
with emotion. "He was a good friend to me. He set me free, and he sent
me to school, where I learnt to talk as I do. Afterwards, when old, I
went to a negro college and learnt still more. But when Mr. Lancaster
bought me I was very ignorant. He was a handsome young man then, and
fond of roving. He took me with him to the Californian diggings, and
we had a wild time. It was there that we first met Captain Berry."
"What is his real name?" asked Eustace.
"I don't know; he had so many. But he was originally a sailor. I think
his true name was Berry, as he used that oftener than the others, and
always when he was well off. When in difficulties he called himself by
other names."
"Such as Sakers, at San Francisco," murmured Eustace. "Ah! that was
because he took to the sea again and lost a schooner in the South
Seas. But when my master met him he was called Banjo Berry, because he
played so well on that instrument. The name took his fancy, and he
kept it."
"And anything else he could lay his hands on," said Denham. "I've
heard him twang the banjo, and he can scrape a bit."
"Berry and my master got on very well, and were always together. I did
not like him myself, and warned Mr. Lancaster against him, but my
master would always have his own way. Then Mr. Denham came."
"My father?" said Natty, looking interested.
"Yes, sir. He was a gay young man then also, and he took a liking
to my master. Berry was friendly with both. The three set to work to
make money at the diggings, but ill-luck pursued them. At last my
master grew disgusted, and thought of returning to England. But
before he went he fancied he would like to travel about Mexico for
a time. He took me with him, but left Berry and Mr. Denham behind at
the diggings. We went into the wilds of Mexico, and had many
adventures--oh very many--and were in much danger. But we came through
all, and I saved my master's life twice."
"Heaven bless you!" said Frank, shaking the negro's hand.
The old man nodded with a proud look. "I loved my master. He had saved
me from slavery, and what else could I do but save him? For two years
we travelled in the wilds. Then we met with an Indian. He had been
deserted by his tribe and was dying. My master, always kind, nursed
him for a long time; but he grew weak, and at last he died."
"What sort of Indian was he?" asked Natty--"a red-skin?"
"No. We were not so far north as that. He said he was an Aztec."
"Aha!" murmured Eustace, "now we are coming to the treasure."
Tamaroo nodded. "You are clever, Mr. Jarman. Yes, this Indian told my
master, when dying, that he knew of a treasure hidden under the sign
of the Scarlet Bat."
"Kind of totem," said Jarman.
Tamaroo looked puzzled. "I do not know what that is," he said simply,
"but the Scarlet Bat was a sign set by the great King Montezuma on a
rock, under which he concealed part of his treasure. The Indian--he
was a cacique--enraged by the desertion of those who should have saved
his life, told the secret to my master."
"And how did the cacique know?"
"The secret had been handed down from his fathers."
Denham nodded. "I've heard of that sort of thing before," he said.
"Some Indians know where the treasures of Montezuma are hidden; but
the greater part of the hoard remains undiscovered. They will not
reveal its whereabouts to a white man."
"True," assented Tamaroo. "They hate white men. But my master was so
kind that he won the gratitude of the cacique. When the man was dying
he told, and gave a chart. Then we buried him."
"And went to look for the treasure?" asked Frank.
"No, sir. It was a wild country where there were many Indians. We
should have been killed had we gone alone. My master returned to the
diggings and offered to share the treasure with Berry and with Mr.
Denham, if they would come with him to find it."
"Did they agree?" asked Natty, eagerly.
"Of course they did, or all this trouble wouldn't have come about,"
put in Eustace, decisively.
"You are not altogether right, Mr. Jarman," said the negro, quietly.
"Only Mr. Denham would go. Berry was making money at the diggings, and
preferred the bird in the hand to the two in the bush. But he came
with us for a little way. Mr. Lancaster, knowing he was a good shot
and a fearless man, wanted him greatly to come, and promised him a
share. But he refused and turned back. We went on without him."
"And you found the treasure?"
"Yes. We had hard work, though. It was quite a year before we came
across the rock marked with the Scarlet Bat. Also we had to fight our
way through a hostile country, and several of our men died. At last we
reached the rock and found the treasure. With the greatest difficulty
we transported it to civilisation. I need not tell you all the
hardships we underwent, or how we got the treasure safely landed. But
we did. I had a share, and then Mr. Denham and Mr. Lancaster divided
the rest between them."
"So that's how my father made his money," muttered Natty. "He spent it
on a large scale."
"He did, sir," said the negro, gravely. "He spent all he had, with the
exception of that portion he saved for you."
"He didn't save much. Why didn't he leave me more?"
Tamaroo nodded impressively. "He was afraid of Berry."
Natty stared and looked angry. "My father was afraid of nothing."
"He was afraid of Berry," insisted Tamaroo. "And Mr. Lancaster was
also afraid."
This time Frank protested. "I can't believe that."
"It is true enough. You see, gentlemen, both Mr. Denham and Mr.
Lancaster married when they got the money. You two gentlemen"--he
looked at Frank and Natty--"were born on the same day."
"That is strange," said Natty, and Frank laughed.
"It pleased both my master and Mr. Denham, for they were such good
friends. So that you should both be certain of inheriting the
treasure, they had you both tattooed with the Scarlet Bat."
"Oh! was that it," said Natty, thinking of his story of the Indians.
"Mine is on the left arm. And yours, Lancaster?"
"On the right. Go on, Tamaroo."
"The reason of the tattooing," continued the negro, "was that my
master and Mr. Denham thought that Berry would kidnap you both."
"But what was Berry's game?" asked Natty.
"To get the money. He had bad luck at the diggings, and when he
returned to San Francisco he found that the treasure had been
discovered. He claimed a share, which claim was refused."
"I should jolly well think so," said Jarman, emphatically,
"considering Berry did nothing towards getting it. What cheek!"
"So my master and Mr. Denham thought," said the negro, with a smile.
"They refused the claim, and then Berry threatened to kidnap you two
gentlemen. He thought he would then be able to force those who
possessed the treasure to part with some of it. The tattooing was done
so that if the kidnapping took place both of you would be recognised.
But Berry never made the attempt."
"He waited for a better opportunity."
"Yes." Tamaroo nodded. "Mr. Denham went to live at Los Angeles, and
spent a lot of money. His wife died after a time, and he looked after
you, sir"--this to Natty--"so that you might not be kidnapped. At
length Berry turned up after some years, and made friends."
"Didn't my father mistrust him?"
"At first he did, but afterwards, being shaken by drink, I think he
grew afraid of Berry. He shared a portion of the money with him. That
is, he gave him free house-room, and occasional sums. Berry was not
satisfied, but when he found that Mr. Denham was spending the money he
never attempted to kill him, knowing that what remained would not pay
him to commit such a crime. He then thought of my master, who had
saved his share."
"Did my father live in San Francisco?"
"Yes, Mr. Lancaster. After the death of your mother he lived like a
recluse, and invested all his money. It is well invested," said
Tamaroo, proudly. "I helped him. You will receive about forty thousand
a year now."
"If I'm ever in a position to enjoy it," muttered Frank, startled by
this good fortune. "Well, did Berry see my father?"
"He did. Mr. Lancaster was then beginning to suffer from leprosy, but
the disease had not made much progress. When it began he sent you to
the lady aunt, Mr. Frank."
"I was then two years of age, I remember. Go on."
"Berry came to your father, and threatened to follow you to England
and kill you. Mr. Lancaster grew afraid, and made this will."
"Ah!" put in Eustace, "now we come to the interesting part. Why did he
make such an extraordinary will, and place Frank in such danger?"
"It was the best he could do to save him from Berry's machinations,
Mr. Jarman," said the negro, quietly. "Being a leper, he could not do
much, as his disease was gaining on him, and he thought he would be
sent away to some settlement by the authorities. That afterwards
happened, but at the time I speak of he was still in 'Frisco."
"My poor father!" murmured Frank. "And what about Anchor?"
"Mr. Lancaster met him afterwards. But about the will. My master knew
that Berry was a fascinating man with a strong influence. He thought
that if he left the money to you, Berry might gain an influence over
you, since you were so young, and get you to leave the money to him.
Then he would murder you to become possessed of it."
"Berry would never have fascinated me," declared Frank. "I am not so
weak-minded as that."
"You were young then, Mr. Frank, and Berry could have done much with
you as a boy. He influenced Mr. Denham here."
"He certainly did," assented Natty, "and I'm no slouch either. But
Berry, in spite of his looks and rascality, is fascinating. I was
quite taken in by him. But I see through him now. Well--the will?"
"As I said," went on Tamaroo, "Mr. Lancaster did not know how to make
the money safe from Berry. Therefore, he made his will leaving the
money to you, Mr. Frank, and afterwards to Denham's son."
"That's to me," said Natty. "I see now, this money is the fortune I
was to inherit."
"Yes. My master did not know that Berry had such an influence over
your father, nor did I, or a different will would have been made. But
the money was to go to you, provided that Mr. Frank was hanged before
he reached the age of twenty-five. If Mr. Frank died a natural death,
or was murdered, the money was to go to a charity. Anchor was made the
trustee of this will."
"But I don't see where the sense of the hanging comes in."
"Well, Mr. Jarman," said the negro, turning to Eustace, who had
spoken, "it's this way. My master thought that unless he put in that
clause, Berry might get rid of Mr. Frank by violence."
"But if he murdered him the money would have gone to the charity."
"Quite so," assented Tamaroo, quietly. "And even if Mr. Frank died a
natural death that would have happened. Mr. Lancaster knew that Berry
was mixed up with people of our race who knew something of poisons."
"Aha!" said Jarman, "Balkis!"
"Yes. Balkis, sir; though I don't know how you came to hear of her."
"I'll tell you later. Go on."
Tamaroo paused to collect his thoughts, and continued: "So you see
that the only way in which Berry could prevent the money going to the
charity--in which case it would be lost to him altogether--was by
getting Mr. Frank hanged. My master fancied that even if Berry did not
murder Mr. Frank openly he might get some drug from Balkis which would
kill Mr. Frank, without revealing that poison had been used. And that
could have been done," said Tamaroo, impressively.
"Ah! I see now," cried Eustace. "Berry by means of this poison could
have made Frank's death appear natural."
"Yes, sir. In which case the money would have gone to the charity. Mr.
Lancaster knew that, being brought up by the lady aunt, his son would
not commit a crime, so it was not likely that Berry would succeed in
getting him hanged before the age of twenty-five."
"I see," said Frank, grimly; "but he has made a good shot at it. I was
to be hanged for the murder of Starth, and then Natty here was to get
the money."
"Yes," said Tamaroo. "And afterwards Mr. Denham was to be put out of
the way, and Berry and his niece were to benefit."
"Very clever," muttered Natty. "But I'm not quite such a fool. And Mr.
Lancaster is dead?"
"He is, sir. His disease got worse after he made his will, and he went
to a leper settlement, where he died some time ago. As soon as I heard
of his death I brought home these papers, only to learn that Mr. Frank
was in danger of being hanged. To find him I plastered London with
those posters. Then I--"
There was a smash of glass, and the blind of the middle window bulged
out. Berry sprang into the room with a revolver. "I arrest you!" he
called out to Frank, "for the murder of Starth. I arrest you!"
Jarman purposely overturned the lamp, and in the ensuing darkness
confusion ensued. When it was re-lighted Tamaroo and Frank had
disappeared.