We both of us bowed gravely. And he went on: "Of course, we read your letter with great grief that any Stoneyhurst lad should get into a trouble such as this, but, really, we were astounded that any one of our pupils could make so ludicrous a blunder as you seem to have done about us. You, my son," turning to Casteno, "must have mixed with many and strange folks since you were under the care of our priests in Lancashire to get the odd and crazy notion into your head that we are conspirators and politicians, and all that silly nonsense some papers delight to print about us. I can assure you both that all that stupid idea that we mix ourselves up in government, or schemes of government, is fudge--mere fudge. We are simply a strong militant Order for the Church of Rome, and, broadly speaking, we don't care who is in power so long as we are free to practise our religion, and religious interests don't suffer." "Now about those manuscripts I wrote about--the manuscripts that are supposed to relate to the sacred lake of Tangikano," questioned Casteno. "What about those?" "You can't deny you have made most strenuous efforts," cried I in triumph, "to get hold of those!" "I don't know," said the Jesuit readily. "It all depends, too, what you call `strenuous' efforts. I will tell you quite frankly all we know about them. Centuries ago I understand our Order in Mexico did try to get hold of this sacred lake, but the treasure in it was not the ultimate object. We had had such grievous representations made to us by Catholic missionaries in the district of the evil effect of that heathen practice of casting treasure into that sacred water, with that ceremonial of a pagan pontiff, that we primarily desired to drain the lake right away and only leave in its place barren land. As a matter of fact, few of us nowadays ever gave a thought to the custom, until the other day a well-known dealer in manuscripts came to our house in Farm Street and told us that three most valuable documents affecting the history of our Order in Mexico were about to come under the hammer in London. He asked us to bid for them, knowing that many of our fathers were historians of no mean eminence and that the archives of our society were richly endowed with precious manuscripts that went right back into the twilight of civilised history. Then he gave a hint that they were supposed to relate to the lake, and so after some haggling and discussion we authorised him to bid up to sixty pounds--" "Sixty pounds," echoed Casteno. "Oh, never!"