The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and TreasonLe Queux, William
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The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and Treason
Le Queux, William
Science fiction
Together we set about making a systematic examination of the various
chests, numbering nearly one hundred. Those fashioned from single stones
were of great age, looking like coffins, while those of iron were
ponderous caskets bound with huge bands, studded and double-locked, with
great antique hinges of marvellous workmanship. With perhaps half a dozen
exceptions the lid of each had yielded to the charge of explosive placed
beneath it, while in many cases the whole side of the casket had been
blown completely out, injuring or destroying some of its valuable
contents. Jewellery and gems, set and unset, had been strewn about and
trodden into the dust by hurrying feet, and a few that I recognized at
once as of fabulous value had been overlooked. Stooping, I picked up from
the dirt a marvellously-cut ruby, almost the size of a pigeon's egg. But
the majority of the treasure-chests had been emptied. The place had been
visited, and the vast wealth of a nation stolen.
"For the first time in the long, glorious history of my land has the
Treasure-house been entered by thieves," Omar said, as if to himself. "No
mere adventurer can have been here; this great robbery is the result of
some base conspiracy. The treasure of the Sanoms, renowned through the
whole world as the most wondrous collection of magnificent and
unsurpassable gems, has been cleared out and the entrance re-closed in a
manner little short of marvellous. To-day is indeed a sad one for Mo, and
for me. My inheritance has been taken from me."
"By whom?" I inquired, continuing my way, examining one of the few chests
that had apparently not been tampered with. But, as in the gloom I
hastened from one casket to another, my foot suddenly struck against some
object, causing me to lose my balance, and thus tripped, were it not for
the fact that I clutched at the corner of the great chest, I should have
fallen upon my face.
Bending to examine what it was, I was amazed to discover the body of a
male slave, still dressed in the uniform of the servants of the palace,
but rapidly decomposing. It was the faint sickening odour emitted from
the corpse that had greeted our nostrils when we entered the place.
We both bent and looked at him, astounded at discovering, still imbedded
in his back, a long keen knife. He had been struck down from behind and
murdered, while in the act of securing some of the treasure, for his
brown withered fingers still grasped a beautiful necklet of magnificent
pearls, an ornament worth several thousand English pounds.
"That is one of the Naya's personal attendants," observed Omar,
recognizing the dress, but unable to distinguish the features of the
murdered man, so decomposed were they. "He perhaps participated in the
plot, and to secure his silence, or his portion of the booty, his
fellow-conspirators struck him to earth."
"But to whom is due the chief responsibility in this affair?" I asked.
"Surely you have some suspicion?"
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