Adventure stories; Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction
"Better than that," struck in the hunchback, almost with enthusiasm, "I
have just been turning over an article in the _South American Journal_
on this very subject, and I read there that the multitude of
worshippers, thereupon, likewise cast in their humbler contributions in
the midst of singing and dancing and to the sound of such musical
instruments as were available. When the `bearded men' reached the
country it is stated that the Indians, to put their treasure beyond the
power of the ruthless invaders, threw it into the waters of the lake to
a vast value; and, indeed, an attempt was made by the Spaniards to
unwater it, so as to get at the submerged accumulation of gold dust and
precious stones. They were not able to reach the bottom, but succeeded
in lowering the water to such an extent as to expose a portion of the
margins of the lake, whence they obtained sufficient to pay to the
Spanish Government one hundred and seventy thousand dollars, equivalent
to three per cent, on a total recovered of five millions six hundred
thousand dollars. There were also emeralds, one of which realised
seventy thousand dollars in Madrid. Further progress was arrested by
the sides of the cutting on the lip of the lake-cup falling in with a
tremendous crash. The water poured into the mouth of an adjacent
volcano, and a terrible earthquake resulted, before which the Spaniards
and their Jesuit friends fled in terror. A proper record was, however,
made later on of the exact position of the lake, but, as Mr
Cooper-Nassington explained, it was lost."
"And you have recovered it," I burst out.
"That is so; but although repeated expeditions were made to the
district, which is largely of volcanic origin, to discover it without
the key I possess, they all failed; and as the years slipped on they
grew fewer and fewer in number until, as you have heard for yourself,
the whole thing has just become a will-o'-the-wisp of the manuscript
hunter who, of course, has mostly grown to feel he is as likely to
discover the missing documents as he is to find the title-deeds of the
temple of David.
"But," said the hunchback, suddenly changing his tone and confronting my
companion with an angry look, "none of this is to the point. It is, in
a way, all so much ancient history and as familiar to men like yourself,
who rule Mexico through the Stock Exchange or our British Foreign
Office, as your alphabet. What I want to know is: What business is it
of yours what I have bought and what I have discovered? You have no
share in this find. You have no right to information. By what right do
you come here demanding to know what I have learned, and shall learn,
with infinite patience, expense, and labour?"
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