"I don't know, no one knows, whether he had obtained
the secret of the gold or not. At any rate, he must have thought
he had it. He has been killed suddenly, in his own home. That is
my answer to your inquiry about the treasure-hunting company you
mentioned, whatever it may be. I need say no more of the curse of
Mansiche. Is the Gold of the Gods worth it?"
There could be no denying that it was real to her, whatever we
might think of the story. I recollected the roughly printed
warnings that had been sent to Norton, Leslie, Kennedy, and
myself. Had they, then, some significance? I had not been able to
convince myself that they were the work of a crank, alone. There
must be some one to whom the execution of vengeance of the gods
was an imperative duty. Unsuperstitious as I was, I saw here a
real danger. If some one, either to preserve the secret for
himself or else called by divine mandate to revenge, should take a
notion to carry out the threats in the four notes, what might not
happen?
"I cannot tell you much more of fact than you probably already
know," she remarked, watching our faces intently and noting the
effect of every word. "You know, I suppose, that the treasure has
always been believed to be in a large mound, a tumulus I think you
call it, visible from our town of Truxillo.
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