Beyond the Great South Wall: The Secret of the AntarcticSavile, Frank (Frank Mackenzie)
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Beyond the Great South Wall: The Secret of the Antarctic
Savile, Frank (Frank Mackenzie)
Antarctica -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Science fiction
I gasped in amazement, nearly bouncing from my chair. My excited
shuffling upset a blob of ink from the inkstand before me. With an air
of respectful deprecation Crum began to mop it up methodically, before
answering the questions I fired at him like bullets.
“Great Heavens!” I exclaimed, “the leery old dog! You mean to tell me in
sober earnest that he has amassed all that money by simple grubbing
after curios, when we thought he just roamed around for mere amusement
and love of travel. Where has he stuck them all? Not at Kilberran, I
sincerely hope, or they’re all rotten with mildew by now. And what are
they? Pictures, bronzes, china? Why, neither my mother nor my poor old
dad had an inkling of it. Great Scott! One hundred thousand pounds. Now
really, don’t you think you may be exaggerating, my dear Mr. Crum?”
“I may say that it is not a habit to which I am given, my lord,” he
answered dryly, “but it will not be hard to convince you. The collection
has been valued by more than one expert, and the lowest figure rendered
by these gentlemen was a hundred and thirty thousand pounds, and the
collection has been added to since then.”
“But what in the name of goodness can be worth all that money? Why, it
would take a large gallery to house pictures up to that figure.”
“Certainly. But I may as well explain at once that the whole collection
is within these walls. It is in a large safe in my cellars. It consists
wholly of coins.”
“Coins!” I bawled delightedly, “then I hope the half of them have her
Majesty’s face on them, God bless her. I see what you’re getting at. You
mean the old boy was a miser.”
He drew himself back into his chair with an air of offence.
“I am not given to jest on business matters,” he said in his stateliest
manner. “No; your uncle was simply one of the first numismatists of the
century. His is the finest harvest of ancient coins ever made by any
private individual. If you see fit to turn it to its marketable worth,
you will create an excitement among collectors unparalleled for the last
five decades. And till the catalogues are published, not one of them
will have an idea of the treasures they will find listed there.”
“Well, as far as I am concerned, I don’t mind how soon they’re gratified
and surprised,” said I; “but I should like to have a look at the lot
now, if it’s not seriously inconveniencing you. Can we descend to visit
them?” for I itched to view this astounding hoard with my very own eyes.
“Of course, my lord. It would be only natural that you should wish to
inspect such an important part of your inheritance. But I have something
more to say. It was not in mere zeal for collecting that your uncle had
lately travelled so widely. I have another astonishment in store for
you—not so entirely agreeable, no doubt, but out of the common, I think
I may say absolutely out of the common.”
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