The Billionaire’s Curse (23 page)

“Come on!” Gerald yelled. “That’s the spot!”

Sam and Ruby set off with Gerald as he rushed into the night, leaving Green hobbling after them as best he could.

The blue bolt cut a path across the property, past overgrown gardens and long abandoned greenhouses. Sam and Ruby caught up with Gerald and together they vaulted a wild hedge, still following the blue light across the grass. Then they pulled up short. The light disappeared through the open door of…

“The crypt,” Gerald breathed.

Ruby blanched. “I’m not going in there,” she said, shaking her head. “There’s no way.”

Sam took her by the elbows. “We’re all in this together,” he said. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“You say that like those two statements are somehow related.” Ruby scowled at her brother. “You remember what was in there.”

“It’s up to you. You can come or stay out here, by yourself.”

Ruby grimaced. “Okay,” she said. “But I hope we don’t see any rats.”

Sam flinched but didn’t say a word. The three of them stepped inside the crypt.

The interior was awash with light. A bank of portable floodlights set up against the left wall illuminated the room. The bizarre carvings and sculptures that lined the walls looked less threatening, but even Ruby didn’t pay any attention to them. The blue beam from the archer’s arrow shot through the door, across the room, and into the eye of a snake carved in the side of a sarcophagus. The beam then reappeared out the snake’s gaping mouth and shot into a large round hole in the wall in the center of a mosaic showing an enormous serpent attacking a man.

Under the hole in the wall was a pile of rubble.

“Get the feeling we’re not the first ones here?” Gerald said.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out three head-lamps. “This time I came prepared,” he said. They strapped the lights on and poked their heads through the opening. A metal ladder disappeared into an absolute blackness. Even with the lamps there was no sign of the bottom. Gerald clambered onto the ladder and led the way down.

They went deeper and deeper, far further than the pit underneath the major’s study, the lights from their head-lamps cutting into the darkness around them. At one point the surrounding walls changed from the dull red bricks they’d seen under the house to bare stone. The air was cooler than on the surface, and a rank musty odor surrounded them. Finally the narrow shaft opened into an enormous cavern.

It was still about a hundred feet to the ground, but Gerald stalled on the ladder, marveling at what lay beneath him.

They were at the edge of a colossal open space. Even from his vantage point on one wall, Gerald couldn’t see the top of the cavern, which disappeared into the rocky shadows. The area must have been at least a hundred yards across at its widest point, possibly more. Near the bottom of the ladder were two racks of floodlights similar to the ones they’d seen back in the crypt. Gerald reached up and patted Ruby on the ankle. He pointed to a large block of sandstone near the lights and motioned for her and Sam to follow.

They reached the ground and scurried across to the block, falling to the ground behind it.

“What is this place?” Ruby whispered into Gerald’s ear but he shook his head, his eyes urging her to remain silent. They poked their heads around the edge.

Ten yards away was a tall marble column, one of several that formed a ring inside the perimeter of the chamber. Large white marble blocks capped the tops of the columns, forming an unbroken band. About fifteen yards further in was a circle of about thirty identical statues—life-sized archers, standing about fifteen feet apart, each resting a crossbow on his shoulder. They all faced the center of the chamber, where, on a mosaic floor and right at the heart of the cavern, there stood a large rotunda, its gold roof glinting in the floodlights. The roof was supported by four marble pillars that also appeared to be made of solid gold. Then they all saw it.

In the center of the rotunda was a black marble plinth. And, even though it was a good forty yards away, clearly visible on top of the plinth was a rectangular box, maybe three feet long, glittering with jewels.

“That’s it,” Sam whispered. “It’s just like in the drawing—”

Gerald clamped his hand over Sam’s mouth and with a jerk of his head indicated across the chamber.

Standing beside one of the marble columns were the major and Chesterfield. They were studying a sheet of paper. Sam’s eyes bulged.

The major straightened up and clapped Chesterfield on the shoulder.

“Ready, Arthur? Watch out for the snakes.”

Major Pilkington strode between the columns toward the center of the chamber, leaving Chesterfield trotting behind. He passed the archers and without breaking stride he was across the mosaic floor and up the three steps into the rotunda. Chesterfield joined him moments later.

Gerald craned his neck to see. One of the columns was blocking his view. He nodded at Sam and Ruby and together they scampered over to the nearest pillar. They peered around the edge but still couldn’t see what was happening in the rotunda. Gerald dropped to his belly and commando-crawled the ten yards to the nearest statue. He sat in a tight ball with his back against the base. His heart beat hard, echoing in his ears. He glanced back at Sam and Ruby, peeking out from behind the column. He took a deep breath and ducked his head to see around the corner. The rotunda was only fifteen yards away. Inside it, the major and Chesterfield stood on either side of the black plinth, staring down at the glittering diamond casket.

“Beautiful, isn’t it, Arthur?” the major said, running his hands over the top of the box.

Chesterfield snorted. “For what the buyer’s paying, it’d want to be!”

The major hesitated. “Whatever’s in here must be worth a blind fortune.”

“We’ve discussed this already.”

“We tell the buyer we couldn’t find it and we keep it for ourselves,” the major said. “Or find a second buyer and get some bidding going.”

Chesterfield stared at the major.

“We’re talking hundreds of millions of pounds, Arthur. Each! Think of it.”

Behind the statue Gerald was joined by Sam and Ruby.

“We may as well see what’s inside,” Chesterfield said, tempted by the major’s argument. “No harm in looking.”

The major smiled.

“Quite right, my boy,” he said. “No harm at all.”

The major reached into his jacket and pulled out a black velvet pouch. He loosened the drawstring at the top and tipped it up. Into his outstretched palm slipped a diamond, the size of a duck’s egg.

“Look at it, Arthur,” the major said, holding the gem up between his thumb and forefinger to catch the light. “Noor Jehan—the light of the world—the greatest diamond in history.”

Chesterfield reached out and took the gem.

“One hundred million pounds’ worth. And if this is only the key, imagine what’s inside the casket!”

Back behind the statue, Gerald whispered to himself. “The diamond’s a key?” His great-aunt had been murdered for the key to a box.

Chesterfield cupped the gem in his hand.

“Ready?” he asked the major. The major didn’t need to reply; his eyes said it all.

Chesterfield placed the diamond into a recess in the top of the box. It was a perfect fit.

The moment the gem was in place, Gerald heard a faint click above his head. He glanced up at the statue. Slowly, the crossbow lowered from its resting place on the archer’s shoulder and snapped into place. Gerald looked around. Every one of the thirty archers now aimed a crossbow into the heart of the rotunda. His eyes darted to the ground and by his hand there was a sharp piece of stone, shaped very much like a…

A grunt from the rotunda swept his eyes back to the major. Chesterfield was trying to turn the diamond in the casket lid.

“It won’t budge,” he fumed. “It’s stuck tight.”

The major edged around to help. “It hasn’t been opened for seventeen hundred years—it’s bound to be a bit stiff.”

Chesterfield twisted hard on the diamond. It shattered into a million pieces in his hand. He looked at the major, dumbfounded.

“What the deuce?”

In an instant Gerald swung back behind the statue and snared Sam and Ruby by their shirt collars, hauling them on top of him in a tangle of limbs, squeezing them in as tight as he could. He opened his mouth to scream a warning.

But before he could make a sound the circle of archers let fly a volley of arrows. They flew through the rotunda and slammed into the statues opposite, sending shards of stone shrapnel into the air. Round after round of arrows dropped into the archers’ crossbows. They zipped either side of Gerald and the Valentines, just missing them. Harrowing shrieks echoed out from the rotunda, where the major and Chesterfield had been standing. Gerald clutched his friends ever tighter as they all struggled to make themselves as small a target as possible. But then, as quickly as it began, the attack was over. The screams dissipated up into the shadowy ceiling, and the deadly crossbows returned to their resting places on the archers’ shoulders, their task done.

Gerald peeked out from between Ruby’s arm and Sam’s neck. The chamber was silent. “A booby trap,” Gerald said, his heart racing. “I saw some old arrowheads on the ground but couldn’t warn them.”

“Not your fault,” Sam said, his eyes wide. “No way you could have known.”

Ruby sat clutching her knees and gulping in air. “Do you think they’re d…”

Gerald’s hands were shaking. “I’ll take a look.”

“Don’t!” Ruby shouted, then checked herself. “D-don’t leave this spot. There could be more traps.”

Gerald nodded. He eased his head around the corner of the statue. The ground between him and the steps to the rotunda was littered with broken stone and shattered arrows. He scanned the area at the base of the black plinth. Chesterfield was slumped on the floor, at least eight arrows in his lifeless body, a stream of blood snaking its way to the top step. Gerald looked around for the major and saw a pair of tweed-trousered legs on the floor on the far side of the rotunda. There was no movement.

Gerald crawled back around the statue’s base and sat facing Ruby and Sam.

“No” was all he said.

For a moment they sat there, too shocked to move.

Ruby still clutched her knees and stared down at her feet. Her arms quivered. Sam pulled his sister in tight.

“Someone’s gone to a lot of trouble to protect whatever’s in that box,” Gerald said. He looked around the chamber nervously. “What other surprises are in here?”

Sam shook his head. “You heard Chesterfield. If they used a priceless diamond as the key, imagine what’s hidden inside?” He sat upright. “Hold on! I thought diamonds were the hardest things in the world?”

“They are,” Ruby said, wiping away a tear. “So what?”

“Then how can a diamond shatter?” Gerald said, echoing Sam’s thoughts.

The answer came from a composed voice behind them.

“When it’s not a real diamond.”

They swung around to see Sir Mason Green leaning on his cane between two of the columns at the edge of the chamber. They rushed to him.

“Sir Mason,” Gerald said. “The diamond exploded in Chesterfield’s hand.”

“Then the arrows got them,” Sam broke in.

Sir Mason looked at them, concerned.

“But you’re okay? That’s what matters.” He glanced at the rotunda and frowned. “I’m afraid for the major and his young colleague, though, the news is not so good.”

Gerald looked into the man’s face. “What is this place, Sir Mason?”

Green ran a hand down his pointed chin and cast his eyes around the cavern. “It appears to be some form of Roman burial chamber,” he said. “I was going to say Roman ruin, but judging by the fate of the major and young Chesterfield I’d say it’s in perfect working order. The Romans often set up elaborate traps to protect objects of great value.”

Sam shook his head in wonder. “We should go and find Inspector Parrott.”

Green, lost in thought, gazed around the cavern. “Yes,” he said absently. “I expect so.”

Ruby spoke next.

“Sir Mason?” she asked. “Did you know Major Pilkington very well?”

Green seemed surprised by the question. “Well, Miss Valentine, I expect I’d describe him as an acquaintance. Why do you ask?”

“It’s just that you’re both members of the Rattigan Club, and seeing as there’s only three hundred members, I would have thought you’d be a bit more surprised, or even upset, at him dying like this,” Ruby said.

Green looked sideways at Ruby. “What makes you think I’m a member at the Rattigan?”

“The tie you’re wearing,” she said. “It is quite distinctive.”

Green pressed his hand to his chest but didn’t look down at his tie—a rich maroon with a pattern of neat gold
R
symbols. He smiled.

“Most observant, Miss Valentine,” he said. He peered at the twins. “Tell me, which of you two is the fastest runner? I expect it would be Mr. Valentine, yes?”

Sam stepped forward. “I can beat her over any distance.”

Green nodded. “Yes, I thought as much. Now, stand over here, please?” He ushered Sam to a spot next to one of the columns. Sam shrugged and turned back to face the others.

“Excellent,” Green muttered. “Now—”

In a blur of movement, Green lifted his cane and whipped away its outer covering to reveal a long silver blade. He lunged forward and slashed the razor-sharp sword high across Sam’s thigh. Sam dropped to the ground, yelling in pain. He grabbed at his leg as a thick stain of blood seeped through a cut in his jeans. His face reflected his horror.

“Sam!”

Ruby dived to her brother, sickened at the blood on his fingers.

“What are you doing?” Gerald rounded on Green but the old man was too fast. In a blink he had flicked the tip of the blade under Gerald’s chin, a droplet of Sam’s blood still fresh on its point.

Green spoke calmly, not taking his eyes off Gerald.

“Miss Valentine, you must place pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. I have cut your brother’s femoral artery. Unless the wound is held shut, he will bleed to death within minutes.”

Gerald gasped. Ruby was kneeling by Sam’s side, her hands out, lost as to what to do.