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“That is all over,” I answered. “It was
nothing. I will tell you no more gloomy
details. Let us turn to something
brighter. There is. the treasure. What
could be brighter than that? I got
leave to bring it with me, thinking
that it would interest you to be the
first to see it.”
“It would be of the greatest interest
to me,” she said. There was no eager-
ness in her voice, however. It struck
her, doubtless, that it might seem un-
gracious upon her part to be indiffer-
ent to a prize which had cost so much
to win.
“What a. pretty box!" she said, stoop-
ing over it. "This is Indian work, I
suppose?” . ‘
“Yes; it is Benares‘ metal—work.”
“And so heavy!” she exclaimed, try-
ing to raise it. “The box alone must
be of some value. Where is the key?”
“Small threw it into the Thames,” I
answered. “I must borrow Mrs. For-
rester’s poker.” There was in the front
*4
. a thick and broad hasp, wrought in the
image of a sitting Buddha. Under this
I thrust the end of the poker and
twisted it outward as a lever. The hasp
sprang open with a loud snap. With
trembling fingers I flung back the lid.
We both stood gazing in astonishment.
The box was empty!
No wonder that it was heavy. The
iron work was two-thirds of an inch
thick all round. It was massive, well
made and solid, like ache'st constructed
to carry things of great price, but not
one shred or crumb of metal or jewelry
lay within it. It was absolutely and
completely empty.
“The treasure
Morstan, calmly.
As I listened to the Words, and real-
ized what they meant, a great shadow
seemed to pass from my soul. I did
not know how this Agra treasure had
Weighed me down, until now that it
was finally removed. It was selfish,
no doubt, disloyal, wrong, but I could
realize nothing save that the golden
barrier was gone from between us.
“Thank God!” I ejaculated from my
very heart. .
She looked at me with a quick, ques-
tioning smile. “Why do you say that?”
she asked.
“Because you are within my reach
again,” I said, taking her hand.
She did not withdraw it. “Because I
love you, Mary, as truly as ever a. man
loved a woman. Because this treasure,
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these riches, sealed my lips. Now that
they are gone I can tell you how I love
you. That is why I said: ‘Thank God.’ ”
“Then I say ‘Thank God,’ too,” she
whispered, as I drew her to my side.
Whoever had lost a treasure, I knew
that night that I had gained one.
CHAPTER XII.
THE STRANGE STORY OF JONATHAN SMALL.
A very patient man was the inspector
in the cab. for it was a weary time be-
fore I rejoined him. llis face clouded
over when I showed him the empty
box.
“There goes the reward,” said- he,
gloomily. “Where there is no money
there is no . pay. This night‘s work
would have been worth a tenner each
to Sam Brown and me if the treasure
had been there.”
“Mr. Thaddeus Sholto isa rich man.”
Isaid. “lie will see that you are re-
warded, treasure or no."
The inspector shook his head de-
spondently, however. “It’s a bad job,"
he repeated, “and so Mr. Athelney
Jones will think.”
Ilis forecast proved to be correct.
for the detective looked blank enough
when I got to Baker street and showed
him the empty box. They had only
just arrived, Holmes, the prisoner and
he, for they had changed their plans so
far as to report themselves at a station
upon the way. My companion lounged
in his armchair with his usual listless
expression, while Small sat stolidly op-
posite to him with his wooden leg
cooked over his sound one. As I ex-
hibited the empty box he leaned back
in his chair and laughed aloud.
“This is your doing, Small,” said
Athelney JOnes, angrily.
“Yes, I have put it away where you
shall never lay hand upon it,” he cried,
exultantly. “It is my treasure; and if
I can’t have the loot I’ll take darned
good care that no one else does. I tell
you that no litiing man has any right
to it, unless it is three men who are in
thg Andaman convict barracks and my-
self. I know now that I cannot have
the use of it, and I know that they
cannot. I have acted all through for
them as much as for myself. It‘s been
the sign of four with us always. Well
I know that they would . have had me
do just what I have done, and throw
a.
. above-board.
. my lips to it if I am dry.
' just above the knee.
the treasure into the Thames rather
than let it go to kith Or kin of Sliolto
or of Morntan. It was not to make
them rich that we did for Achmet.
You‘ll find the treasure where the key
is, and where little Tonga is. When I
saw that your launch must catch us, 1
put the loot in a safe place. There are
no rupees for you this journey.”
"You are deceiving us, Small,” said
Athelney J one‘s, sternly. “If you had
wished to throw the treasure into the'
Thames it would have been easier for
you to have thrown box and all.”
“Easier for me to throw, and easier
for you to recover,” he anSWered, with
a. shrewd, sidclong look. “The man
that was clever enough to hunt me
down is clever enough to pick an iron
box from the bottom of a river. Now
that they are scattered over five miles
or so, it may be a harder job. It went
to my heart to do it, though. I was
half mad when you came' up with us.
However, there's no good grieving over
it. I‘ve had up: in my life, and I’ve
had downs, but I‘ve learned nbt to cry
over spilt milk.”
“This is a very serious matter , Small,"
said the detective. “If you had helped
justice, instead of thwarting it in this
way, you would have had a better
chance‘at your trial.”
“Justice!" snarled the ex-convict. “A
pretty justice! Whose loot is this, if
it is not ours? Where is the justice
that I should give it up to those who
have never earned it? Look how I have
earned it! Twenty long years in that
fever-ridden swamp, all day at work
under the mangrove tree, all night
chained up in the filthy convict huts,
bitten by mosquitoes, racked with
ague, bullied by every cursed black-
faced policeman who loved to take it
out of a white man. That was how I
earned the Agra treasure; and you talk ’
to me Of justice because I cannot bear
to feel that I have paid this price only
that another may enjoy it! :1 would
rather swing a score of times,
or have one of Tonga’s darts in
my hide. than live in a convict’s cell
and feel that another man is at his ease
in a palace with the money that should ' '
be mine.” Small had dropped his mask
of stoicism, and all this came out in a
wild whirl of words, while his eyes
blazed, and the hand-cuffs clanked to-
gether with impassioned movement of
his hands. I could understand, as I
saw the fury and the pass10n OI the
man, that it was no groundless or un-
natural terror which had possessed
Maj. Sholto when he first learned that
the injured convict was upon his track.
“You forget that we know nothing of I
all this,” said Ilolmes, quietly. “We .
have not heard your story, and we can‘ .
not tell how far justice may originally
have been on your side.”
“Well, sir, you have been very fair
spoken to me, though I can see that I
have you to thank that I have these
bracelets upon my wrists. Still, I bear
no grudge for that. It is all fair and
If you want to hear my
story I have no wish to hold it back.
What I say to you is God’s truth, every
word of it. Thank you; you can put
the glass beside me here, and I‘ll ‘put
“I ama Worcestershire man myself—
born near I'ershore. I dare say you
would find a heap of Smalls living
there now if you were to look. I have
often thought of taking a look round
there, but the truth is that I was never
much of a credit to the family, and I
doubt if they would be so very glad .to
see me. They were all steady, chapel-
going folk, small farmers, well known
and respected over the country-side.
while Iwas always a bit of a rover.
At last, however, when I was about
eighteen, I gave them no more trouble.
for I got into a mess over a girl, and
could only get out of it again by tak-
ing the queen‘s shilling and joining
the Third Buffs which wasjust starting
for India.
"I wasn’t destined to do much sol-
diering, however. I had just got past
the goose-step and learned to‘ handle
my musket, when l was fool enough to
go swimming in the Ganges. Luckily
for me, my company sergeant, John
Holder, was in the water at the same
time, and he was one of the finest
swimmers in the service. A crocodile
took me, just as I was half way across,
and nipped Off my right leg just as
clean as a surgeon could have done it,
What with the
shock and the loss of blood I fainted,
and I should have been drowned if
Holder had not caught hold of me and
paddled for the bank. I was five
months in hospital over it, and when at
last I was able to limp out of it with
.this timber toe strapped to my stump
I found myself invalided out of the
army and unfitted for any active occu-
pation.
“I was, as you can imagine, pretty
down on my luck at this time, for I
wasa useless cripple,'though- not yet
in my twentieth year. However, my
misfortune soon proved to be a. bless-
ing in disguise. A man named A‘bel-
white. who had come- out there as an
indigo~planter. wanted an overseer to
look after his coolies and keep them up
to their work. He happened to be a.
friend of our colonel’s. who had taken
an interest in me since the accident.
To make a long story short, the colonel
recommended me strongly for the post
and, as the work was 'Inostly to be
done on horseback, my leg was, no
great obstacle, for I had enough knee
left to keep a good grip on the saddle.
, What I had to do was to ride over the
plantation. to keep aneye on the men
as .they worked, and to report the
idlers. The pay was fair,.I had com-
fortable quarters, and altogether I was
content to spend the remainder of my
life in indigo-planting. Mr. Abelwhite
was a kind man, and he would often
drop into my little shanty and smoke a
pipe with’ me, for white folk out there
feel their hearts warm to each'other as
they never do here at home.
“Well, I was never in luck’s way
long. Suddenly, without a note of
warning, the great mutiny broke upon
us. One month India lay as still and
peaceful, to all appearance, as Surrey
or Kent; the next there were two hun-
dred thousand black devils let loose,
and the country was a perfect hell. Of
course you know all about it, gentle-
men—a deal more than I do, very like-
ly, since ~reading is not in my line. I
only know what I saw with my own
eyes. Our plantation was at a place
called Muttra, near the border of the
northwest provinces. Night after
night the whole sky was alight with
the burning bungalows, and day after
day. we had small companies of Euro-
peans passing through our estate with
their wives and children, on their way to
Agra, where were the nearest troops.
Mr. Abelwhite was an obstinate man.
He had it in his head that the affair
had been exaggerated, and that it would
blow over as suddenly as it had sprung
up. There he sat on his veranda,
drinking whisky pegs and smoking
cheroots, while the country was in a
blaze about him. Of course we stuck
by him, I and Dawson, who, with his
wife, used to do'the bookwork and the
managing. Well, one fine day the
crash came. I had been away on a.
distant plantation, and was riding
slowly home in the evening, when my
eye fell upon something all huddled
together at the bottom of a steep
nullah. I rode down to see what
it was, and " the cold' struck
through my heart when I found
it was Dawson's wife, all cut
into ribbons, and half-eaten by jackals
and native dogs. A little further up
the road Dawson himself was lying
on his face, quite dead, with an
empty revolver in his hand and four
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Sepoys lying across each other in front
of him. ' l reined up my horse, wonder-
ing which way I should turn, but at
that moment I saw thick smoke curl-
ing up from Abelwhite’s bungalow and
the flames beginning to burst through
the roof. I knew then that I could do
my employer no good, but would only
throw my own life away if I meddled
in the matter. From where I stood
I could see hundreds of the black
fiends, with their red coats still on
their backs, dancing and howling
round the burning house. Some of
them pointed at me, and a couple of
bullets sang past my head; so I
broke away across the paddy-fields, and
found myself late at night safe within
the walls at Agra.
“As it proved, however, there was no
great safety there, either. The whole
country was up like a swarm Of bees.
Wherever the English could collect in
little bands they held just the ground
that their guns commanded. Every-
where else they were helpless fugi-
tives. It.was a fight of the millions
against the hundreds; and the cruelest
part of it was that these men that ‘we
fought against, foot, horse and gun-
ners, were, our own picked troops,
whom we had taught and trained,-
handling our own weapons, and blow-
ing our own bugle calls. At Agra. there
were the Third Bengal Fusiliers, some
Sikhs, two troops of horse and a battery
of artillery. A volunteer corps of
clerks and merchants had been formed,
and this I joined, wooden leg and all.
We went out to meet the rebels at
Shahgunge early ~ in July, and we
beat them back for a time, but our
powder gave out and we had to fall
‘ back upon the city. Nothing but the
worst news came to us from every side
——which is not to be wondered at, for if
you look at the map you will see that
we were right in the heart of it. Luck-
now is rather better than a hundred
miles to the east, and Cawnpore about
as far to the south. From every point
on the compass there was nothing. but
torture and murder and outrage.
“The city of Agra is a great place,
swarming with fanatics and fierce
devil-worshipers of all sorts. Our hand-
ful of meh were lost among the nar-
row, winding streets. Our leader
moved across the. river, therefore, and
took up his position in the old fort of
Agra. I don’t know if any of you gen-
tlemen have ever read or heard any-
thing of that old fort. It is a very
queer place—the queerest that ever I
was . in, and I have been in some rum
corners, too. First of all, it is enormous
in size. I should think that the inclos-
ure must be acres and acres. There is
a modern part, which took all our gar-
rison, women, children, stores and
everything else, with plenty of room
over. But the modern part is nothing
like the size of the Old quarter, where
nobody goes, and which is given over to
the scorpions and the centipedes. It is
all full of great deserted halls, and
winding passages, and long corridors
twisting in and out, so that it is easy
for folks to get lost in it. For this rea-
son it was seldom that anyone went
into it, though now and again a party
with torches might go exploring.
“The river washes along the front of
the old fort, and so protects it, but on
the sides and behind there are many
doors, and these had to be guarded, of
course, in the old quarter as well as in
that which was actually held by our
troops. We were short-handed, with
hardly men enough to man the angles
of the building and to serve the~ guns.
It was impossible .for us. therefore, to
station a strong guard at everyone of
the innumerable gates. What we did
was to organize a central guardhouse
in the middle of the fort, and to leave
each gate under the charge of one
white man and two or three natives. I
was selected to take charge during cer-
tain hours of the night of a small iso-
lated door upon the southwest side of
the building. ,Two Sikh troopers were
placed under my command, and I was
instructed if anything went wrong to
tire my musket, when I might; rcl y upon
help coming at once from the central
guard. As the guard Was a good two
hundred paces away, however, and as
the space between'was cut up into a
labyrinth of passages and corridors. I
had great doubts as to whether they
could arrive in time to be of any use in
case of an actual attack.
“Well, I was pretty proud at having
this small command given me, since I
was a raw recruit, and a game-legged
one at. that. For two nights I kept the
watch with my l’unjaubees. They
were tall, fierce-looking chaps, Ma-
homet Singh and A bdullah Khan by
name, both old fighting men who had
borne arms against us at Chilianwal-
lah. They could talk English pretty
well, but I could get little out of them.
They preferred to stand together and
jabber all night in their queer LL-ikh
lingo. For myself, I used to stand
outside the gateway, looking down on
the broad, winding river and on the
twinkling lights of the great City. The
beating of drums, the rattle of tom-
toms, and the yells and howls of the
rebels, drunk with opium an .1 with
bang, were enough to remind us all
night of our dangerous neighbors across
the stream. Every two hours the oili-
cers of the nightmsed to come round
to all the posts, to make sure that all
was well.
"The third night of my watch was
dark and dirty, with a small, driving
rain. It was dreary work standing in
the gateway hour after hour in such
weather. I tried again and again to
make my Sikhs talk, but without much
success. At two in the morning the
rounds passed, and broke for a moment
the wearinessof the night. Finding that
my companions would not be led into
conversation, I took out my pipe, and
laid down my musket to ‘strike a
match. In an instant the two Sikhs
were upon me. One of them snatched
my firelock up and leveled it at my
head, while the other held a great knife
to my throat and swore between his
teeth that he would plunge it into me
if I moved a step.
“My first thought was that these fol-
lows were in league with the rebels,
and that this was the beginning of an
assault. If our door were in the hands
of the Sepoys the place must fall, and
the women and children be treated as
they were in Cawnpore. Maybe you
gentlemen think that I am just making
outa case for myself, but I, give you
my word that when I thought of that,
though I felt the point of the knife at
my throat, I opened my mouth with
the intention of giving a scream, if it
was my last one, which might alarm
the main guard. The man who hold
me seemed to know my thoughts; for,
even as I braced myself to it, he whis-
pered: ‘Don’t make a noise. The fort
is safe enough. There are no rebel
dogs on this side of the river.’ There
was the ring of truth in what he said,
and I knew that if I raised my voice I
was a dead man. I could read it in the
fellow’s brown eyes. I waited, there-
fore, in silence, to see what it was that
they wanted from me.
“ ‘Listen to me, sahib,’ said the taller
and fierccr of the pair, the one whom
they ‘ called Abdullah Khan. ‘You
must either be with us now or you
must be silenced forever. The thiner
is too great a one for us to hesitate.
‘ Either you are heart and soul with us
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I USED TO STAN D OUTSIDE THE GATEWAY.
on your oath on the cross of the Chris-
tians, or your body this night shall be
thrown into the ditch and we shall
pass over to our brothers in the rebel
army. ,, There is no middle way.
Which is it to be, death or life? We
can only give you three minutes to
decide, for the time is passing, and all
must be done before the rounds come
again.’ ' -
“ ‘How can I decide?’ said I.- ‘You
have not told me what you want of
me. But I tell you now that if it is
anything against the safety of the
fort ] will have no truck with it, so
you can drive home your knife and
welcome.’
" ‘It is nothing against the fort,‘ said
he. ‘We only ask you to do that which
your countrymen come to this land for.
We ask you to be rich. If you will be
one of us this night, we will swear to
you upon the naked knife. and by the
threefold oath which no Sikh was ever
known to break, that you shall have
your fair share of the loot. A quarter
of the treasure shall be yours. We can
say no fairer.’ _ , _ .
“‘But what is the treasure, then?’
I asked. ‘I am as ready to be rich as
you can be, if you‘will but show me
how it can be done.’ '
“ ‘You swear, then,’ said he, ‘by the
bones of your father, by the honor of
your mother, by the cross of your faith.
to raise no hand and speak no word
against us, either now or'ai’terwards?’
“‘I will swear it.‘ I answered, ‘pro-
\
f" ‘Then my comrade, and I will‘ swear
that you shall have a quarter of the
treasure, which shall be equally divided
among the four of us.’
“ ‘There are but three,’ said I.
“~‘No; Dost Akbar must- have his
share. We can tell the tale. to you
while we await them. Do you stand
at the gate, Mahomet Singh, and give
notice of their coming. The thing
stands thus, Sahib, and I tell it to you
because I know that an oath is binding
upon a Feringhee, and that we may
trust you. Had you been a lying 11in.
doo, though you had sworn by all the
gods in their false temples, your blood
would have been upon the knife, and
your body in the water. But the Sikh
knows the Englishman, and the Eng-
lishman knows the Sikh. Hearken,
then. to what I have to say.
" ‘There is a rajah in the northern
provinces who has much wealth, though
his lands are small. _ Much has come to
him from his father, and mere still he
has set by himself, for he is of a low
nature and hoards his gold rather than
spend it. When the troubles broke out
he would be friends both with the lion
and the tiger—with the Sepoy and
with the company’s raj. Soon, however,
it seemed to him that the white men‘s
day was come, for through all the land
he could hear of nothing but their
death and their overthrow. Yet, being
a careful man, he made such plans that,
come what might, half at least of his
treasures would be left to him. That
which was in gold and silver he kept
by him in the vaults of his palace, but
the most precious stones and the
choicest pearls that he had he put in
an iron box and sent it by a trusty
servant who, under the guise of a mer-
chant, should take it to the fort at
Agra, there to lie until the land is at
peace. Thus if the rebels won he would
have his money, but if the company
conquer his jewels would be saved
to him. Having thus divided his
hoard he threw himSelf into the cause
of the Sepoys, since they were strong
upon his borders. By doing this, mark
you, sahib, his property becomes the
due of those who have been true to
their salt.
“ "l‘his pretended merchant, who
travels under the name of Achmet, is
now in the city of Agra, and de-
sires to gain his way into the fort. He
has with him as traveling companion
my foster-brother Dost—Akbar, who
knows his secret. Dost-Akbar has
promised this night to lead him to a
side-postern of the fort, and has chosen
this one for his purpose. ' Here he will
come presently and here he will
find Mahomet Singh and myself await-
ing him. The place is lonely, and none
shall know of his coming. The world
shall know of the merchant Achmet no
more. but the. great treasure of the
rajah shall be divided among us. What
say you to it. sahib?’
“ln Worcestershire the life of a man
seems a great and a sacred thing; but
it is very different when there is fire
and blood all round you and you have
been used to meeting death at every
turn. \‘VhetherAchmet the merchant
lived or died was a thing as light as air
to me, but at the talk about the treas«
ure my heart turned to it, and I thought
of what I might do in the old country
with it, and how my folks would stare
when they saw their ne’er-do-well com-
ing back with his pockets full of gold
moidores. I had, therefore, already
made up my mind. Abdullah Khan,
however. thinking that I hesitated,
pressed the matter more closely.
“ ‘Uonsider, sahib,” said he, ‘that if
this man is taken by the commandant
he will be hung or shot, and his jewels
taken by the government, so that no
man will be a rupee the better for
them. Now, since we do the taking of
him, why should we not do the rest as
as well? The jewels will be as well
with us as in the company’s coffers.
There will be enough to make every
one of us rich men and great chiefs.
No one can know about the matter. for
here we are cut off from all men.
What could be better for the purpose?
Say again, then, sahib, whether you
are with us, or if we must look upon
you as an enemy.’
“ ‘I am with you heart and soul,”
said I. ' tat
“ ‘It is well,’ he answered, handing
me back my firelock. ‘You see that we
trust you, for your word-like ours, is
not to be broken. We have ‘now only
to wait for my brother and the mer-
chant.’ .
“ ‘Does your brother know, then, of
what you will do?’ I asked.
“ ‘The plan is his, He has devised it.
We will go to the gate and share the
watch with Mahomet Singh.’
“The rain was still falling steadily,
for it was .just the beginning of the
wet season. Brown, heavy clouds were
drifting across the sky, and it was hard
to see more than a stone-cast. A deep
moat lay in front of our door, but the
water was in places nearly dried up,
and it could easily be crossed. It was
strange to me to be standing there
with those two wild Punjaubees wait-
ing'for the man who was coming to his
death. '
“Suddenly my eye caught the glint
of a shaded lantern at the other side of
the .. moat. It vanished among the
mound—heaps, and then appeared again
coming slowly in our direction. 7
“ ‘Here they‘arel’ I exclaimed.
“ ‘You will challenge him, sahib‘, as"
usual,’ whispered Abdullah. ‘Give him
no cause for fear. Send us in with
him, and we shall do the rest while
you stay here on guard. Have the
lantern ready to uncover, that we may
be sure that it is indeed the man.’
“The light had flickered onwards.
now stopping and now advancing, un-
til I could see two dark figures upon
the other side of the moat. I let them
scramble down the sloping bank,
splash through the mire, and climb
half-way up to the gate, before I
challenged them.
“ ‘Who goes there?’ said I in a sub-
dued voice. , .
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