XV. — THE POSSESSIVENESS OF MR. FRANK LINDSAY
I. — THE STONE
"DO you mean,"
Sir Giles said, "that the thing never gets smaller?"
"Never," the
Prince answered. "So much of its virtue has entered into its
outward form that whatever may happen to it there is no change. From
the beginning it was as it is now."
"Then by God, sir,"
Reginald Montague exclaimed, "you've got the transport of the
world in your hands."
Neither of the two men
made any answer. The Persian, sitting back in his chair, and Sir
Giles, sitting forward on the edge of his, were both gazing at the
thing which lay on the table. It was a circlet of old, tarnished, and
twisted gold, in the centre of which was set a cubical stone
measuring about half an inch every way, and having apparently
engraved on it certain Hebrew letters. Sir Giles picked it up, rather
cautiously, and concentrated his gaze on them. The motion awoke a
doubt in Montague's mind.
"But supposing you
chipped one of the letters off?" he asked. "Aren't they
awfully important? Wouldn't that destroy the—the effect?"
"They are the letters
of the Tetragrammaton," the Persian said drily, "if you
call that important. But they are not engraved on the Stone; they are
in the centre—they are, in fact, the Stone."
"O!" Mr.
Montague said vaguely, and looked at his uncle Sir Giles, who said
nothing at all. This, after a few minutes, seemed to compel Montague
to a fresh attempt.
"You see, sir?"
he said, leaning forward almost excitedly. "If what the Prince
says is true, and we've proved that it is, a child could use it."
"You are not, I
suppose," the Persian asked, "proposing to limit it to
children? A child could use it, but in adult hands it may be more
dangerous."
"Dangerous be
damned," Montague said more excitedly than before, "It's a
marvellous chance—it's... it's a miracle. The thing's as simple as
pie. Circlets like this with the smallest fraction of the Stone in
each. We could ask what we liked for them—thousands of pounds each,
if we like. No trains, no tubes, no aeroplanes. Just the thing on
your forehead, a minute's concentration, and whoosh!"
The Prince made a sudden
violent movement, and then again a silence fell.
It was late at night. The
three were sitting in Sir Giles Tumulty's house at Ealing—Sir Giles
himself, the traveller and archaeologist; Reginald Montague, his
nephew and a stockbroker; and the Prince Ali Mirza Khan, First
Secretary to the Persian Ambassador at the court of St. James. At the
gate of the house stood the Prince's car; Montague was playing with a
fountain-pen; all the useful tricks of modern civilization were at
hand. And on the table, as Sir Giles put it slowly down, lay all that
was left of the Crown of Suleiman ben Daood, King in Jerusalem,
Sir Giles looked across at
the Prince. "Can you move other people with it, or is it like
season-tickets?"
"I do not know,"
the Persian said gravely. "Since the time of Suleiman (may the
Peace be upon him!) no one has sought to make profit from it."
"Ha!" said Mr.
Montague, surprised. "O come now, Prince!"
"Or if they have,"
the Prince went on, "they and their names and all that they did
have utterly perished from the earth."
"Ha!" said Mr.
Montague again, a little blankly. "O well, we can see. But you
take my advice and get out of Rails. Look here, uncle, we want to
keep this thing quiet."
"Eh?" Sir Giles
said. "Quiet? No, I don't particularly want to keep it quiet. I
want to talk to Palliser about it—after me he knows more about
these things than anyone. And I want to see Van Eilendorf—and
perhaps Cobham, though his nonsense about the double pillars at
Baghdad was the kind of tripe that nobody but a broken-down
Houndsditch sewer-rat would talk."
The Prince stood up. "I
have shown you and told you these things," he said, "because
you knew too much already, and that you may see how very precious is
the Holy Thing which you have there. I ask you again to restore it to
the guardians from whom you stole it. I warn you that if you do not—"
"I didn't steal it,"
Sir Giles broke in. "I bought it. Go and ask the fellow who sold
it to me."
"Whether you stole by
bribery or by force is no matter," the Prince went on. "You
very well know that he who betrayed it to you broke the trust of
generations. I do not know what pleasure you find in it or for what
you mean to use it, unless indeed you will make it a talisman for
travel. But however that may be, I warn you that it is dangerous to
all men and especially dangerous to such unbelievers as you. There
are dangers within the Stone, and other dangers from those who were
sworn to guard the Stone. I offer you again as much money as you can
desire if you will return it."
"O well, as to
money," Reginald Montague said, "of course my uncle will
have a royalty—a considerable royalty—on all sales and that'll be
a nice little bit in a few months. Yours isn't a rich Government
anyhow, is it? How many millions do you owe us?"
The Prince took no notice.
He was staring fiercely and eagerly at Sir Giles, who put out his
hand again and picked up the circlet.
"No," he said,
"no, I shan't part with it. I want to experiment a bit. The
bastard asylum attendant who sold it to me—"
The Prince interrupted in
a shaking voice. "Take care of your words," he said.
"Outcast and accursed as that man now is, he comes of a great
and royal family. He shall writhe in hell for ever, but even there
you shall not be worthy to see his torment."
"—said there was
hardly anything it wouldn't do," Sir Giles finished. "No, I
shan't ask Cobham. Palliser and I will try it first. It was all
perfectly legal, Prince, and all the Governments in the world can't
make it anything else."
"I do not think
Governments will recover it," the Prince said. "But death
is not a monopoly of Governments. If I had not sworn to my uncle—"
"O it was your uncle,
was it?" Sir Giles asked. "I wondered what it was that made
you coo so gently. I rather expected you to be more active about it
to-night."
"You try me very
hard," the Prince uttered. "But I know the Stone will
destroy you at last."
"Quite, quite,"
Sir Giles said, standing up. "Well, thank you for coming. If I
could have pleased you, of course... But I want to know all about it
first."
The Prince looked at the
letters in the Stone. "I think you will know a great deal then,"
he said, salaamed deeply to it, and without bowing to the men turned
and left the house.
Sir Giles went after him
to the front door, though they exchanged no more words, and, having
watched him drive away, returned to find his nephew making hasty
notes.
"I don't see why we
need a company," he said. "Just you and I, eh?"
"Why you?" Sir
Giles asked. "What makes you think you're going to have anything
to do with it?"
"Why, you told me,"
Montague exclaimed. "You offered me a hand in the game if I'd be
about to-night when the Prince came in case he turned nasty."
"So I did," his
uncle answered. "Yes—well, on conditions. If there is any
money in it, I shall want some of it. Not as much as you do, but
some. It's always useful, and I had to pay pretty high to get the
Stone. And I don't want a fuss made about it—not yet."
"That's all right,"
Montague said. "I was thinking it might be just as well to have
Uncle Christopher in with us."
"Whatever for?"
Sir Giles asked.
"Well... if there's
any legal trouble, you know," Montague said vaguely. "I
mean—if it came to the Courts we might be glad—of course, I don't
know if they could—but anyhow he'd probably notice it if I began to
live on a million—and some of these swine will do anything if their
pockets are touched—all sorts of tricks they have—but a Chief
Justice is a Chief Justice—that is, if you didn't mind—"
"I don't mind,"
Sir Giles said. "Arglay's got a flat-footed kind of intellect;
that's why he's Chief Justice, I expect. But for what it's worth, and
if they did try any international law business. But they can't; there
was nothing to prevent that fellow selling it to me if he chose, nor
me buying. I'll get Palliser here as soon as I can."
"I wonder how many we
ought to make," Montague said. "Shall we say a dozen to
start with? It can't cost much to make a dozen bits of gold—need it
be gold? Better, better. Better keep it in the same stuff—and it
looks more for the money. The money—why, we can ask a million for
each—for what'll only cost a guinea or two..." He stopped,
appalled by the stupendous vision,
Then he went on anxiously,
"The Prince did say a bit any size would do, didn't he? and that
this fellow"—he pointed a finger at the Stone —"would
keep the same size? It means a patent, of course; so if anybody else
ever did get hold of the original they couldn't use it. Millions...
Millions..."
"Blast your filthy
gasbag of a mouth!" Sir Giles said. "You've made me forget
to ask one thing. Does it work in time as well as space? We must try,
we must try." He sat down, picked up the Crown, and sat frowning
at the Divine Letters.
"I don't see what you
mean," Reginald said, arrested in his note-making. "Time?
Go back, do you mean?"
He considered, then, "I
shouldn't think anyone would want to go back," he said.
"Forward then,"
Sir Giles answered. "Wouldn't you like to go forward to the time
when you've got your millions?"
Reginald gaped at him.
"But... I shouldn't have them," he began slowly, "unless...
eh? O if I'm going to... then I should be able to jump to when...
but... I don't see how I could get at them unless I knew what account
they were in. I shouldn't be that me, should I... or should I?"
As his brain gave way, Sir
Giles grinned. "No," he said almost cheerfully, "you'd
have the money but with your present mind. At least I suppose so. We
don't know how it affects consciousness. It might be an easy way to
suicide —ten minutes after death."
Reginald looked
apprehensively at the Crown. "I suppose it wouldn't go wrong?"
he ventured.
"That we don't know,"
Sir Giles answered cheerfully. "I daresay your first millionaire
will hit the wrong spot, and be trampled underfoot by wild elephants
in Africa. However, no one will know for a good while."
Reginald went back to his
notes.
Meanwhile the Prince Ali
drove through the London streets till he reached the Embassy,
steering the car almost mechanically while he surveyed in his mind
the position in which he found himself He foresaw some difficulty in
persuading his chief, who concealed under a sedate rationalism an
almost intense scepticism, of the disastrous chance which, it
appeared to the Prince, had befallen the august Relic. Yet not to
attempt to enlist on the side of the Faith such prestige and power as
lay in the Embassy would be to abandon it to the ungodly uses of
Western financiers. Ali himself had been trained through his
childhood in the Koran and the traditions, and, though the shifting
policies of Persia had flung him for a while into the army and
afterwards into the diplomatic service his mind moved with most ease
in the romantic regions of myth. Suleiman ben Daood, he knew, was a
historic figure —the ruler of a small nation which, in the
momentary decrease of its two neighbours, Egypt and Assyria, had
attained an unstable pre-eminence. But Suleiman was also one of the
four great world-shakers before the Prophet, a commander of the
Faithful, peculiarly favoured by Allah. He had been a Jew, but the
Jews in those days were the only witnesses to the Unity. "There
is no God but God," he murmured to himself, and cast a hostile
glance at a crucifix which stood as a war memorial in the grounds of
a church near the Embassy." 'Say: for those who believe not is
the torment of hell: an evil journey shall it be.'" With which
quotation he delivered the car to a servant and went in to find the
Ambassador, whom he discovered half-asleep over the latest volume of
Memoirs. He bowed and waited in silence.
"My dear Ali,"
the Ambassador said, rousing himself. "Did you have a good
evening?"
"No," the young
man answered coldly.
"I didn't expect you
would," his chief said. "You orthodox young water-drinkers
can hardly expect to enjoy a dinner. Was it, so to speak, a dinner?"
"I was concerned,
sir," the Prince said, "with the Crown of Suleiman, on whom
be the Peace."
"Really?" the
Ambassador asked. "You really saw it? And is it authentic?"
"It is without doubt
the Crown and the Stone," Ali answered. The Ambassador stared,
but Ali went on.
"And it is in the
hands of the infidel. I have seen one of these dogs—"
His chief frowned a
little. "I have asked you," he said, "even when we are
alone—to speak of these people without such phrases."
"I beg your
Excellency's pardon," the Prince said. "I have seen one of
them use it—by the Permission: and return unharmed. It is
undoubtedly the Crown."
"The Crown of a Jew?"
the Ambassador murmured. "My friend, I do not say I disbelieve
you, but—have you told your uncle?"
"I reported first to
you, sir," the Prince answered. "If you wish my uncle —"
He paused.
"O by all means, by
all means," the Ambassador said, getting up. "Ask him to
come here." He stood stroking his beard while a servant was
dispatched on the errand, and until a very old man, with white hair,
bent and wrinkled, came into the room.
"The Peace be upon
you, Hajji Ibrahim," he said in Persian, while the Prince kissed
his uncle's hand. "Do me the honour to be seated. I desire you
to know that your nephew is convinced of the authenticity of that
which Sir Giles Tumulty holds." He eyed the old man for a
moment. "But I do not clearly know," he ended, "what
you now wish me to do."
Hajji Ibrahim looked at
his nephew. "And what will this Sir Giles Tumulty do with the
sacred Crown?" he asked.
"He himself,"
the Prince said carefully, "will examine it and experiment with
it, may the dogs of the street devour him! But there was also present
a young man, his relation, who desires to make other crowns from it
and sell them for money. For he sees that by the least of the graces
of the divine Stone those who wear it may pass at once from place to
place, and there are many who would buy such power at a great price."
The formal phrases with which he controlled his rage broke suddenly
and he closed in colloquial excitement, "He will form a company
and put it on the market."
The old man nodded. "And
even though this destroy him—" he began.
"I implore you, my
uncle," the young Prince broke in, "to urge upon his
Excellency the horrible sacrilege involved. It is a very dreadful
thing for us that by the fault of our house this thing should come
into the possession of the infidels. It is not to be borne that they
should put it to these uses; it is against the interests of our
country and the sanctity of our Faith."
The Ambassador, his head
on one side, was staring at his shoes. "It might perhaps be held
that the Christians derive as much from Judah as we," he said.
"It will not so be
held in Tehran and in Delhi and in Cairo and in Beyrout and in
Mecca," the Prince answered. "I will raise the East against
them before this thing shall be done."
"I direct your
attention," the Ambassador said stiffly, "to the fact that
it is for me only to talk of what shall or shall not be done, under
the sanction of Reza Shah who governs Persia to-day."
"Sir," the
Prince said, "in this case it is a crown greater than the diadem
of Reza Shah that is at stake."
"With submission,"
the old man broke in, "will not your Excellency make
representations to the English Government? This is not a matter which
any Government can consider without alarm."
"That is no doubt
so," the Ambassador allowed. "But, Hajji Ibrahim, if I go
to the English Government and say that one of their nationals, by
bribing a member of your house, has come into the possession of a
very sacred relic they will not be in the mind to take it from him;
and if I add that this gives men power to jump about like
grasshoppers they will ask me for proof." He paused. "And
if you could give them proof, or if this Sir Giles would let them
have it, do you think they would restore it to us?"
"Will you at least
try, sir?" Ali asked.
"Why, no," the
Ambassador answered. "No, I do not think I will even try. It is
but the word of Hajji Ibrahim here. Had he not known of the treachery
of his kinsmen and come to England by the same boat as Giles Tumulty
we should have known very little of what had happened, and that
vaguely. But as it is, we were warned of what you call the sacrilege,
and now you have talked to him, and you are convinced. But what shall
I say to the Foreign Minister? No; I do not think I will try."
"You do not believe
it," the Hajji said. "You do not believe that this is the
Crown of Suleiman or that Allah put a mystery into it when His
Permission bestowed it on the King?"
The Ambassador considered.
"I have known you a long while," he said thoughtfully, "and
I will tell you what I believe. I know that your family, which has
always been known for a very holy house, has held for centuries
certain relics, and has preserved them in great secrecy and
remoteness. I know that among them tradition has said that there is
the Crown of the King, and that, but a few weeks since, one of the
keepers was bribed to part with this Crown—if such it be—to an
Englishman. I believe that many curious powers exist in such things,
Lasting for a longer or shorter time. And—because I believe Ali—I
believe that it has seemed to him that a man has been here and there
in a moment. But how, or whether indeed, this has been I do not know,
and I do not desire to argue upon it with the English ministers."
He shook his head. "I risked too much even when I permitted you
semi-officially to try and buy it back from Sir Giles."
"But he would not
sell it," the Prince cried.
"A very natural
feeling," the Ambassador said, and added rather incautiously,
"if I had it myself I don't suppose I should sell it."
"Then," the
Prince insisted, "if your Excellency will do nothing, it is for
me to act. There is a sin upon my house till I recover the Crown."
"And what will you
do, my friend?" the Ambassador asked.
"I shall cause all my
relatives and my acquaintances in Persia to know of it, and I will
take such an oath that they will certainly believe," the Prince
answered. "I will send the news of it through all the palaces
and bazaars. I will cause this sacrilege to be known in every mosque,
and the cry against the English shall go from Adrianople to Hong
Kong. I will see if I can do a little in all the places of Islam."
"You will make the
English Government curious, I believe," the Ambassador said,
"and you may kill a few soldiers. But I do not think you will
recover the Crown. Also you will do these things against my will."
Hajji Ibrahim said
suddenly, "By the Permission it was taken; by the Permission it
will return. When the Unity deigned to bestow the Stone upon the King
it was not that he might go swiftly from place to place. I think it
shall return to the Keepers only when one shall use it for the
journey that is without space, and I do not think that shall be you,
my nephew, nor any of us. Let spies be set upon the infidels and let
us know what they do. But do not let us wake the bazaars. I do not
think that will help you at all."
"And the English
Government?" the Ambassador asked.
"A soft word in the
ear of a friend," the Hajji said. "Be very friendly with
them—and that your Excellency may well do, for you are almost as
one of them. But speak only of a relic and not of the virtues of the
relic; seek peace and ensue it, as their scriptures say. The English
will not have war for the sake of Giles Tumulty, unless their pride
is touched." He rose to his feet. "The Peace be upon you,"
he said and went to the door.