The sight of her standing in this fashion brought me suddenly alert and in three quick strides, I was beside her.
The first thing that I saw was the exquisitely decorated bottle-tiny, dainty, of what appeared to be jade, but it could not have been jade, for there was painted on it small, delicate figures in black and yellow and dark green, while the bottle itself was an apple green-and nothing in its right mind would go about painting jade. It lay against a china cup, or what appeared to be a china cup, emblazoned in red and blue, and beside the cup a grotesque piece of statuary, rudely carved out of cream-colored stone. Lying half hidden by the statuary was a weirdly decorated jar.
Elmer had come up to us and now he reached out and took the pinch bar away from Cynthia. In two quick mo-dons, he ripped the rest of the boards away. The box was filled with a jumble of jars and bottles, bits of statuary, pieces of china, cunningly shaped bits of metalwork, begemmed belts and bracelets, necklaces of stone, brooches, symbolic pieces (they must have been symbolic pieces, for they made no other sense), boxes of both wood and metal, and many other items.
I picked up one of the symbolic pieces, a many-sided block of some sort of polished stone, with half-obscured etchings on every face of it. I turned it in my hand, looking closely at the engraved symbols presented on each face. It was heavy, as if it might be of metal rather than of stone, although it seemed to have a rocklike texture. I could almost remember, almost be sure, although absolute certainty escaped me. There had been a similar piece, a very similar piece, on the mantel in Thorney's study, and one night while we had sat there he had taken it up and showed me how it had been used, rolled like a die to decide a course of action to be taken, a divining stone of some sort and very, very ancient and extremely valuable and significant because it was one of the few artifacts that could unmistakably be attributed to a most obscure people on a far-off, obscure planet-a people who had lived there and died or moved away or evolved into something else long before the human race had found the planet vacant and had settled down on it.
'You know what it is, Fletch?' Elmer asked.
'I'm not sure,' I said. 'Thorney had one that was almost like it. A very ancient piece. He named the planet and the people, but I can't recall the names. He was always telling me the planet and the people.'
'The food is hot,' said Cynthia. 'Why don't we eat it now? We can talk about it while we eat.'
I realized, when she spoke of it, that I was ravenous. I had not tasted food since the noon before.
She led the way to the fire and dished up the food from the pan in which she'd heated it. It was a thick, rich soup, almost a stew, with vegetables and chunks of meat in it. In my haste, I burned my mouth with the first spoonful.
Elmer squatted down beside us. He picked up a stick and idly poked the fire.
'It seems to me,' he said, 'that we have here some of those missing items that you told me Professor Thorndyke often talked about. Stuff from archaeological sites looted by treasure hunters who spirited all their findings away so they could not be studied, probably to be sold at a later time, at tremendous profit, to collectors.'
'I think you are right,' I said, 'and now I think I know where at least some of them are hidden out.'
'In the Cemetery,' Cynthia said.
'Nothing would be simpler,' I said. 'A casket would make an excellent hiding place. No one would think of digging it up-no one, that is, other than a gang of outland metal seekers who figured out where they could get good metal at no more than the cost of a little work.'
'It would have been the metal at first,' said Cynthia, 'and then one day they found a casket that held no body, but was filled with treasure. Maybe there was a way in which the graves that held the treasure would be marked. Perhaps a simple little design you would never see unless you knew where to look on the tombstone or the marker.'
'They wouldn't have found that mark to start with,' said Elmer. 'It might have taken them quite a while to get it figured out.'
'They probably had a long time to get it figured out,' said Cynthia. 'These ghouls of ours may have been at this metal business for hundreds of years.'
'There may have been no mark,' I said. 'Why, there must have been,' said Cynthia. 'How else would they know where to dig?'
'How about someone in the Cemetery working with them? Some insider who would know which graves to dig?'
'You are both forgetting something,' Elmer said. 'Maybe our ghoulish friends aren't really interested in those trinkets in the boxes…'
'But they took them,' Cynthia said. 'Sure, they'd take them. They may be interesting and amusing. They might even have some trade value. But it seems to me it is the metal they really would be after. Metal, after all these years, would be hard to come by. At first it could be picked up in the cities, but after a time much of the cities-metal would be badly corroded and you'd have to mine for it. But in the Cemetery there is more recent metal, perhaps much better metal. The artifacts they find in some-of the graves have value for us because we have been told by Professor Thorndyke they are significant, but I doubt they have value for these robbers. Toys for the children, geegaws for the women, perhaps minor trading stock-but it's the metal they are after.'
'This business explains one thing,' I said. 'It sheds some light on why Cemetery wants to keep control of visitors. They wouldn't want to take a chance of someone finding out about the artifacts.'
'It's not illegal,' Cynthia said.
'No, of course it's not. The archaeologists have tried for years to get legislation halting the trade in artifacts, but they've been unable to.'
'It's sneaky, though,' said Elmer, 'and unprincipled. It's an underhanded business. If it should leak out, it might do much to tarnish Cemetery's shiny reputation.'
'But they let us go,' said Cynthia.
'There wasn't much at the moment they could have done about it,' I said. 'There was no way they could stop us.'
'They did something later,' said Elmer. 'They tried to blow up Bronco.'
Cynthia said, 'If they'd destroyed Bronco, they figured we would get discouraged…'
'I think that is right,' I said. 'Although we can't be absolutely sure about the bomb.'
'We can be fairly sure,' said Elmer.
'There's one thing about it I don't like,' I said. 'Without half trying, we've managed to make enemies of everyone we've met. There is Cemetery and now this band of ghouls, and I would suppose the people back at the settlement do not think too kindly of us. Because of us they lost some haystacks and a barn and maybe some of them may have been hurt and…'
'They brought it on themselves,' said Elmer.
'That won't stop them blaming us.'
'I suppose it won't,' said Elmer.
'I think we should get out of here,' I said.
'You and Miss Cynthia need some sleep.'
I looked across the fire at her. 'We can stay awake for a few hours more,' I said. She nodded bleakly at me.
'We'll take along the horses,' Elmer said. 'That will slow them up. We can get their stuff loaded up…'
'Why bother with it,' I said. 'Leave it here. It does us no good. What could we do with it?'
'Why, sure,' said Elmer. 'Why couldn't I have thought of that? When they come back they'll have to leave some men to guard it and that splits up their force.'
'They'll follow us,' said Cynthia. 'They have to have those horses.'
'Sure they will,' said Elmer, 'and when they finally find the horses, if they ever do, we'll be miles away and out of reach.'
Bronco spoke, for the first time. 'But the human two. They cannot go minus sleep. They cannot go for hours.'
'We'll figure something out,' said Elmer. 'Let's get going.'
'About the census-taker and the ghosts?' asked Cynthia, asking, so far as I could see, without any reason.
