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Page 71
A sentence arrested the woman's advancing feet.
"My word! Bramwell, if some one should go there and bring the
things out, he would make a fortune, and would be famous. Nobody
ever believed these stories."
"There was Le Petit, Sir Godfrey," replied the deliberate voice.
"He declared over his signature that he had seen them."
"But who believed Le Petit," continued the other. "The world
took him to be a French imaginist like Chateaubriand . . . who
the devil, Bramwell, supposed there was any truth in this old
story? But by gad, sir, it's true! The water color shows it,
and if you turn it over you will see that the map on the back of
it gives the exact location of the spot. It's all exact work,
even the fine lines of the map have the bearings indicated. The
man who made that water color, and the drawing on the back of it,
had been on the spot.
"Of course, we don't know conclusively who made it. Tony had
gone in from the West coast after big game, and he found the
thing put up as a sort of fetish in a devil house. It was one of
the tribes near the Karamajo range. As I told you, we have only
Tony's diary for it. I found the thing among his effects after
he was killed in Flanders. It's pretty certain Tony did not
understand the water color. There was only this single entry in
the diary about how he found it, and a query in pencil.
"My word! if he had understood the water color, he would have
beaten over every foot of Africa to Lake Leopold. And it would
have been the biggest find of his time. Gad! what a splash he'd
have made! But he never had any luck, the beggar . . . stopped a
German bullet in the first week out.
"Now, how the devil, Bramwell, do you suppose that water color
got into a native medicine house?"
The reflective voice replied slowly.
"I've thought about the thing, Sir Godfrey. It must have been
the work of the Holland explorer, Maartin. He was all about in
Africa, and he died in there somewhere, at least he never came
out . . . that was ten years ago. I've looked him up, and I find
that he could do a water color - in fact there's a collection of
his water colors in, the Dutch museum. They're very fine work,
like this one; exquisite, I'd say. The fellow was born an
artist.
"How it got into the hands of a native devil doctor is not
difficult to imagine. The sleeping sickness may have wiped
Maartin out, or the natives may have rushed his camp some
morning, or he may have been mauled by a beast. Any article of a
white man is medicine stuff you know. When you first showed me
the thing I was puzzled. I knew what it was because I had read
Le Petit's pretension . . . I can't call it a pretension now; the
things are there whether he saw them or not.
"I think he did not see them. But it is certain from this water
color that some one did; and Maartin is the only explorer that
could have done such a color. As soon as I thought of Maartin I
knew the thing could have been done by no other."
Lady Muriel had remained motionless on the stair. The door to
the drawing room, before her, was partly open. She stepped in to
the angle of the wall and drew the door slowly back until it
covered this angle in which she stood.
She was rich in such experiences, for her success had depended,
not a little, on overhearing what was being said. Through the
crack of the door the whole interior of the room was visible.
Sir Godfrey Halleck, a little dapper man, was sitting across the
table from Bramwell Winton. His elbows were on the table, and he
was looking eagerly at the biologist. Bramwell Winton had in his
hands the thing under discussion.
It seemed to be a piece of cardboard or heavy paper about six
inches in length by, perhaps, four in width. Lady Muriel could
not see what was drawn or painted on this paper. But the heart
in her bosom quickened. She had chanced on the spoor of
something worth while.
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