Cursed be the treasureDrake, H. B. (Henry Burgess)
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Cursed be the treasure
Drake, H. B. (Henry Burgess)
Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Love stories; Mystery fiction; Treasure troves -- Fiction
Besides my father's papers there were the papers which Worthing's clerk
had given me. I studied these carefully, but they contained nothing
but a clear and precise account of the investments he had made with my
money. So clear indeed was the statement that even I could understand
it, and I knew I should have no difficulty in conducting my own affairs
when occasion called. I felt a gush of gratitude to my dead friend who
had taken such care of my concerns. I thought of how he had sacrificed
pride and principle to rescue me from Rancey Bridge, and how he had
sustained and guided me in the days that had followed that dreadful
first of May. And in return I had killed him!
Well, I knew it was useless brooding over things which couldn't be
amended, yet my heart was heavy with the weight of sorrows it had to
bear.
Meanwhile by day I was searching the countryside for traces of the
mysterious passage which should reveal to me the secret of the
treasure. Again I enquired of the obstinate Dragon's Mouth; but the
great tongue remained foolishly thrust out at me, and the wide jagged
lips were dumb. I sounded up and down through the Smugglers' Tunnel,
and knocked at the fallen doors of Ebb-Tide Gate; but nothing opened to
my knocking. So at last I set myself to explore Drift-Wood Cavern.
I think I delayed the exploration as long as possible because I still
remembered the strange fear which had possessed me when I first entered
those green and evil waters. There was a dread holding me away from
the place. But I knew I must face the ordeal, so at length I took my
courage in my hands and dived into the darkness. I was gratified to
find that the old fear didn't return, only a sense of faint disgust at
the furtive clinging weeds and the slow smooth drifts of refuse which
had gathered there through the years.
I provided myself with clothes and lantern, and such tools as I thought
might be necessary, also a tin of ship's biscuits, thrusting them into
the crevice from the Smugglers' Tunnel so that I merely had to reach
for them when in the cavern. And so I was sheltered from the cold of
wetness and nakedness, and had a light to search by and tools to probe
with. I was determined that if the place really held a secret I would
wrest it away before I had done.
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