THE CIPHER
I went straight to my own room and commenced to work afresh on the
biliteral cipher. More than ever had I the conviction upon me that the
reading of the secret writing would be the first step to the attainment
of my wishes regarding Marjory. It would have been strange therefore if
I had not first attempted the method which she had herself suggested,
the reducing the Baconian cipher to its lowest elements.
For many hours I laboured at this work, and finally when I had reduced
the Baconian five symbols to three I felt that I had accomplished all
that was possible in that way.[2]
[2] See Appendix B.
When I had arrived at this result, and had tested its accuracy in
working, I felt in a position to experiment with my new knowledge on the
old number cipher. First I wrote out my method of reduction as a sort of
addendum to the paper which I had prepared for Marjory. Then I made a
key to cipher and one to de-cipher.[3] By this time the night was well
on and the grey of early morning was beginning to steal in by the edges
of the blinds; I was not sleepy, however; I was too much excited to
think of sleep, for the solving of the problem seemed almost within my
grasp. Excited to a state which almost frightened me by its intensity, I
got ready my copy of the number cipher and my newly prepared key. With
an effort which took me all my resolution I went on steadily writing
its proper letter under each combination without once looking back; for
I knew that even should some of the letters be misplaced in the key
the chance of recognising the right ones would be largely increased by
seeing a considerable number of letters together.
[3] See Appendix C.
Then I glanced over the whole and found that many of the symbols made up
letters. With such a basis to work on, the rest was only labour. A few
tentative efforts and I had corrected the key to agreement with some of
the combinations in the cipher.
I found, however, that only here and there were letters revealed; try
how I would, I could not piece out the intervening symbols. At last it
occurred to me that there might be in the paper two or more ciphers. On
trying to follow out the idea, it became apparent that there were at
least a quantity of impeding numbers scattered through the cipher. These
might be only put in to baffle pursuit, as I had surmised might be done
when I made the cipher; or they might have a more definite purpose. At
any rate they hampered my work, so I struck them out as I went along.
That I continued till I had exhausted the whole list of numbers in the
script.
When I looked back over the letters translated from the cipher thus
depleted, I found to my inexpressible joy that the sequence and sense
were almost complete. The translation read as follows:
"To read the history of the Trust use cipher of Fr. Bacon. The senses
and the figures are less worthy than the Trinity B. de E."
One step more and my work was done. I set the discarded numbers in
sequence on another sheet of paper, and found to my intense satisfaction
they formed an inner record readable by the same key. The "encloased"
words, to use Bacon's phrase, were:
"Treasure Cave cliff one and half degree Northe of East from outer
rock."
Then and then only did I feel tired. The sun was well up but I tumbled
into bed and was asleep in a moment.
The gong was sounding for breakfast when I awoke. After breakfast when
I resumed my work I set myself to construct a variant of my number key
to suit the dotted letters, for my best chance, now that I was on the
track was to construct rather than to decipher. After some hard work I
at last constructed a cipher on this plan.[4]
[4] See Appendix D.
I then began therefore to apply my new key to the copy of the cipher in
the printed pages.
I worked steadily and completed the whole of the first page, writing
down only the answer to those combinations which fitted into my scheme,
and leaving all doubtful matters blank. Then I laid aside my key, and
with a beating heart glanced over the result.
It more than satisfied me, for in the scattered letters though there
were many blanks, was manifestly a connected narrative. Then I took the
blanks and worked at them altering my key to suit the scheme of the
original writer, till by slow degrees I had mastered the secret of the
cipher construction.
From that hour on, till I had translated the cipher writing from
beginning to end I knew no rest that I could avoid. I had to take my
meals, and to snatch a few hours of sleep now and again; for the labour
of translation was very arduous and slow, and the strain on my eyes
was too great to be kept up continuously; with each hour, however, I
acquired greater facility in the work. It was the evening of the fourth
day, however, before my work was complete. I was then absolute master
of the writer's intent.
All this time I had not heard from Marjory, and this alone made
excessive work a necessary anodyne. Had I not had the long and
overwhelming preoccupation to keep my mind from dwelling on the never
ending disappointment, I do not know what I should have done. I fully
expected a letter by the last post that night. I knew Marjory was
staying somewhere in the County; it was by that post that we received
local letters. None came, however, and that night I spent in making a
fair transcript of the whole translation.
The first part of it was in the shape of a letter, and ran as follows:
"My deare Sonne, These from the towne of Aberdeyne in Scotland
wherin I lie sick, and before I go on my quest for the fullfillment
of my Trust. I have written, from time to time during my long
sickness, a full narrative of what has been; so that you may know
all as though your own ears had heard and your own eyes had seen.
All that I have written is to the one end--that you my eldest sonne
and the rest of my children, may, should I fail--and I am weak in
bodie to so strive--carry on the Trust to which I have pledged you
as well as myself; so that untill that Trust be yielded up complete,
neither I nor you nor they are free to any that may clash with the
purpose to which our race is henceforth now devoted. But that mine
oath may not press overhard on my children, and if need be on their
children and their children's children to the end, it will suffice
if one alone at all times shall hold himself or herself pledged to
the fullfillment of the Trust. To this end I charge herewith all of
my blood and race that the eldest sonne of each generation do hold
himself pledged to the purpose of the Trust, unless some other of
the direct lineage do undertake it on his behalf. In default of
which, or if such undertaken Trust shall fail, then the duty
reverteth back and back till one be found whose duty it is by
priority of inheritance, unless by some other of the direct lineage
the Trust be undertaken on his behalf. And be mindful one and all to
whom is this sacred duty that secrecy is of its very essence. The
great Trust was to me in the first instance in that His Holiness
Pope Sixtus Fifth and my good kinsman known as the Spanish Cardinal
held graciouslly that I was one in whose heart the ancient honour of
our dear Spain had a place of lodgement so secure that time alone
could not efface it nor its continuance in the hearts of my
children. To the purpose then of this great Trust His Holiness hath
himself given to me and mine full powers of all kinds so to deal
with such circumstances as may arise that the labour which we have
undertaken may in all cases be brought to a successful issue. To the
which His Holiness hath formulated a Quittance which shall be
co-existent with the Trust and which shall purge the natural sin of
any to whom in the discharge of the duties of the Trust any
necessity may arise. But inasmuch as the Trust is a secret one and
the undue publication of such Quittance might call the attention of
the curious to its existence, such Document is filed in the secret
record of the Vatican, where, should necessity hereafter arise, it
may be found by the Holy Father who may then occupy the Chair of St.
Peter on application made to him on behalf of any who may so offend
against law or the rules of well-being which govern the children of
Christ. And I charge you, oh! my sonne to ever bear in mind that
though there be some strange things in the narrative they are in
mine own eyes true in all ways, though it may appear to you that
they accord not with what may be said hereafter of these time's by
other men.
"And oh, my sonne, and my children all, take this my last blessing
and with it my counsel that ye walk always in Faith and
Righteousness, in Honour and in Good Report, with your duty ever to
Holy Church and to the King in loyal service. Farewell! God and the
Blessed Virgin and the Saintes and Angels watch over you and help
you that your duty be done.
"Your father in all love,
"BERNARDINO DE ESCOBAN."
"These will be brought by a trusty hand, for I fear lest they shall
fall into the hands of the English Queene, or any of her hereticall
surroundings. If it be that you fail at the first in the speedy
fullfillment of the Trust--as may be, now that the purpose of our
great Armada hath been checked--it may be well that whoso to whom
is the Trust may come hither and dwell upon these shores so that he
may watch over the purpose of the Trust and be at hand for its
fullfillment when occasion may serve. But be mindful ever, oh my
sonne, that who so guardeth the Trust will be ever surrounded by
enemies, heathenish and without remorse, whose greed should it ever
be awakened to this purpose would be fatal to all which we cherish.
Dixi."
Following this came:
"Narrative of Bernardino de Escoban, Knight of the Cross of the Holy
See and Grandee of Spain.
In this was set out at full length[5] the history of the great
Treasure gathered by Pope Sixtus Fifth for the subjugation of
England, and which he entrusted to the writer of the narrative who
had at his own cost built and manned one of the vessels of the
Armada the _San Cristobal_ flagship of the Squadron of the Galleons
of Castile. The Pope, wearied by the demands of Philip of Spain and
offended by his claim to appoint bishops under the new domain and
further incensed by the incautious insolence of Count de Olivares
the Spanish ambassador to Rome, has chosen to make this a secret
trust and has on the suggestion of the Spanish Cardinal chosen Don
Bernardino de Escoban for the service. In furtherance of his design
he has sent him for his new galleon a "figurehead" wrought in
silver and gold for his own galley by Benvenuto Cellini. Also he
has given him as a souvenir a brooch wrought by the same
master-hand, the figurehead wrought _in petto_. Don Bernardino
gives account of the defeat of the Armada and tells how his vessel
being crippled and he being fearful of the seizure of the treasure
entrusted to him buries it and the coveted figurehead in a water
cave at the headland of a bay on the coast of Aberdeyne. He has
blown up the opening of the cave for safety. In the narrative were
certain enlightening phrases such as when the Pope says:
[5] See Appendix E.
"'To which end I am placing with you a vastness of treasure such as no
nation hath ever seen." Which was to be applied to only the advancement
of the True Faith, and which was in case of failure of the enterprise of
the Armada to be given to the custody of whatever King should, after the
death of Sixtus V, sit upon the throne. And again:
"'The Cave was a great one on the south side of the Bay with many
windings and blind offsets.... 'The black stone on one hand and the red
on the other giving back the blare of the lantern.'"
The memoranda which follow give the future history of the Trust:
"The narrative of my father, the great and good Don Bernardino de
Escoban, I have put in the present form for the preservation of the
secret. For inasmuch as the chart to which he has alluded is not to
be found, though other papers and charts there be, it may be
necessary that a branch of our house may live in this country in
obedience to the provision of the Trust and so must learn to speak
the English as though it were the mother tongue. As I was but a
youth when my father wrote, so many years have elapsed that death
has wrought many changes and the hand that should have carried the
message and given me the papers and the chart is no more, lying as
is thought beside my father amongst the surges of the Skyres. So
that only a brief note pointing to the contents of an oaken chest
wherein I found them, though incomplete, was all that I had to guide
me. The tongue that might have spoken some added words of import was
silent for ever
"FRANCISCO DE ESCOBAN."
"23, October, 1599."
"The narrative of my grandfather, together with my father's note
have I Englished faithfully and put in this secret form for the
guidance of those who may follow me, and whose life must be passed
in this rigorous clime untill the sacred Trust committed to us by
Pope Sixtus the Fifth be fullfilled. When on the death of my elder
brother, I being but the second son, I was sent to join my father
in Aberdeyne, I made grave preparation for bearing worthily the
burden laid upon us by the Trust and so schooled myself in the
English that it is now as my mother tongue. Then when my father,
having completed the building of his castle, set himself to the
finding of the cave whereof the secret was lost, in which emprise
he, like my grandfather lost his life amongst the waters of the
Skyres of Crudene. Ye that may follow me in the trust regard well
this secret writing, made for the confusion of the curious but to
the preservation of our secret. Bear ever in mind that not all that
is shows on the surface of even simple words. The cipher of my
Grandfather devised by Fr. Bacon now High Chancellor of England has
many mouths, all of which may speak if there be aught to say.
"BERNARDINO DE ESCOBAN."
"4, July, 1620."
In addition to the cipher narrative I found on close examination that
there was a separate cipher running through the marginal notes on the
earlier of the printed pages. When translated it ran as follows:
"Cave mouthe northe of outer rock one degree and half North of East.
Reef lies from shore point three and half degrees South of South
East."