Draw Swords! Part 66

"Hah!" yelled the Wazir, and quick as thought he made a tremendous downward cut at the young officer. But Wyatt was even quicker, he was prepared, for, as the Wazir raised his sword, his own flashed out from its sheath as he stood on d.i.c.k's right, and in the swift upward cut it met the Wazir's.

There was a loud clang and a musical jangle as the blade of a tulwar fell quivering on the marble floor, and the Wazir stood holding the hilt only of his weapon in his hand, while Wyatt drew back his weapon to his shoulder a if about to thrust, and d.i.c.k drew and stood ready at his side.

"Stand back," cried Wyatt in a deep, hoa.r.s.e voice. "I don't strike at unarmed men."

"I appeal to your highness," cried the Wazir. "I appeal to all who love me. An insult, an outrage!" he snarled, as his eyes seemed to blaze with the deadly hatred he felt towards the two Englishmen.

The Rajah looked at him with his own eyes flas.h.i.+ng now, and held up his hand to quell the storm, while the chief Brahmin crept s.h.i.+vering to the door, to stand half behind the Rajah's guards and cling to the curtains of rich stuff hanging from the arch.

"Let no man dare to raise a sword again in my presence," cried the Rajah with dignity, and his officer drew back and imitated the action of d.i.c.k and Wyatt, who thrust their swords back into the scabbards with a clang.

"Mr Darrell, you and your friends came here at my invitation, and I will defend you to the last. But you have made a terrible charge against one of the greatest n.o.blemen of my court, the Ranee's old and trusted friend."

"No more terrible charge than has been made against me, sir--an English officer, who could not have committed such a paltry theft."

"Neither could this n.o.ble officer, my mother's trusted friend."

"Indeed?" said d.i.c.k calmly, as Wyatt stood watching his face. "I tell you, then, sir, that yesterday afternoon I saw him come down the steps beneath the great temple floor, lamp in one hand, bag in the other."

"What!" cried the Rajah wonderingly.

"And as he stepped hurriedly forward he caught his foot on something, slipped, and let fall the bag he carried. It fell with a peculiar sound, and the jerk he made in trying to save it put out the lamp."

The Wazir uttered a scornful laugh and looked round, half of those present joining in the laugh, half looking grave.

"This was beneath the temple floor?" said the Rajah.

"Yes, sir: and we were in total darkness."

"Yes," said the Rajah excitedly, "go on. But stop! What were you doing there?"

"I had gone to see the officer on guard there."

"Yes," cried the Rajah: "but how came you to know of the way down below?"

"The officer we have had there by your instructions to guard the place found the way."

"Then you were there to find the treasure-cell?" cried the Rajah excitedly.

"We were there to guard the treasure-cell, sir, by your orders," said d.i.c.k coldly. "Send and see if your place is safe."

"Yes," said the Rajah, drawing a deep breath, "I did send you there. Go on."

"I was down there yesterday," continued d.i.c.k, "for I wished to carefully inspect the place for reasons of my own, when I was surprised by the coming of the Wazir."

"Then you played spy upon him," cried the Rajah. "Why did you not speak openly to him, a gentleman you had often met here, and my friend?"

Wyatt winced a little at the question, for d.i.c.k's acts seemed underhanded. But he brightened up the next moment at his brother-officer's words.

"Because, sir, the Wazir was not my friend. I looked upon him as my enemy, and I knew that if he found me there I should have to fight for my life, perhaps against treachery."

"Go on," said the Rajah, and the Wazir repeated his scornful laugh.

"I waited in silence while I heard him go back in the darkness to the steps," continued d.i.c.k, "and then I heard him set down the lamp, and I could see him by the sparks he struck busying himself trying to relight it. But it was long before he could get it to burn."

d.i.c.k faced the Rajah, watching his face as he spoke in his simple, straightforward way, which carried truth in every tone; while Wyatt kept his eyes fixed upon the Wazir, whose eyelids were half-closed; and at any moment the English officer was prepared for treachery.

"At last," continued d.i.c.k, in the midst of the breathless interest of the listeners, "the lamp burned out brightly again, and as he came back towards where I stood looking from behind one of the pillars, I for the first time knew what the bag contained, for two or three gems had escaped from the mouth or a hole broken through, and sparkled brilliantly upon the stone floor."

d.i.c.k paused for a moment, and a pent-up sigh escaped from several present.

"He caught sight of the escaped stones," continued d.i.c.k, "and as he picked up the bag he hurriedly thrust them back into their places, and rose up to go on, bag and lamp in hand."

"Yes," said the Rajah, for d.i.c.k had halted again.

"There is very little more to tell, sir. He went on with the lamp towards the side of the great vault, and went up to one of the cells there that was lying open. I distinctly saw him go in and place the bag in a niche there, come out, and close the door."

"How did he close the door?" said the Rajah sharply. "By sliding a great slab of stone across the opening and letting fall a block behind it in the groove," said d.i.c.k quietly.

"Hah!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the Rajah with a long expiration of the breath.

"Then he went back hastily to the steps. I saw the lamp growing less till it disappeared, leaving only a pale glow from the top; then it was extinguished, and I was in the intense darkness once more, as I crept softly after him and stood and listened till I heard a heavy, gliding noise and a dull concussion, and then all was still."

Again there was silence, and d.i.c.k drew out a handkerchief and wiped his streaming brow, looking hollow-cheeked and strange.

"I am hot and faint," he said half-apologetically, as if speaking to the Rajah and Wyatt together: "I have been twenty-four hours without food, and I am exhausted with trying to find a way out of that place."

"Hah!" cried the Rajah; "then you were shut in?"

"Yes, sir. When I had waited and then went to the top of the stairs, and then along the narrow pa.s.sages, I could not find the opening out for a long time. Then I found that the narrow doorway behind the pillar had been closed and made fast, and by degrees I grasped the fact that the whole of the pillar had been thrust back against the pa.s.sage wall, and was now fastened there, probably by a block being lowered, or one of the stone figures being pushed into a groove to keep it shut."

"Then you were a prisoner," said the Rajah.

"Yes, sir, till about an hour ago."

"When the door was opened," cried Wyatt excitedly. "Opened by the sergeant, who had missed you."

"The sergeant did not know I had gone down below into the great vault,"

said d.i.c.k quietly; "and for aught I know, it may be fastened now."

"Then how did you escape?" cried the Rajah.

"I'm devoting my attention, sir, to finding the other way out," said d.i.c.k firmly now.

"What other way out?" cried the Rajah. "There is no other way."

"There is, sir," said d.i.c.k quietly; "and but for the fact of my divining the way in which entrance was secured, I should have been there now, or till some one had come."

"Another way out?" cried the Rajah.