He spotted the well exactly where the premier had said. A circular pile of masonry, two meters high, more wet vegetation clinging to its stones.
He hadn’t walked around the buildings to the well because he wanted to slow down his adversary. This way, Tang would see him enter the building but not exit.
He stepped to the well and gazed inside. Less than a meter down, a rusted iron plate blocked the opening. Two makeshift handles had been welded to its surface. For all intents and purposes the plug was there to prevent anyone, or anything, from falling down the shaft.
But he knew better.
He gripped the handles, the wet rust staining his skin, making it difficult to keep a firm hold.
And lifted the plate away.
MALONE WAS PUZZLED. “WHERE ARE WE GOING?”
Pau knelt down and began to brush away a layer of dust and debris from the floor. “When I originally entered this chamber, the room was intact except that I noticed sunken areas in two places.”
He understood. “Given these three stone tables, that meant there was solid ground everywhere—”
“Correct. I told you outside about the symbolism of the chariot and the ramp pointing left. The reason that is obvious to me now is because of what I found inside this room.”
“It’s getting quiet out there,” Cassiopeia said.
Malone had noticed that, too. “Keep an eye out.”
She assumed a position near the exit.
Pau completed his clearing and Malone spotted faintly etched symbols, one on each brick face.
“What are they?” he asked.
“The one that looks like a house is the symbol for 6. The X with a line above and below is 5. The T-looking one is 7.”
He noticed that the lines clumped together, which obviously was 4, appeared more often than the other numerals, except for the spoon with a line through its handle. “What’s that?”
“9.”
“There’s a pattern,” Pau said. “But I confess I was able to decipher it only because the floor itself had depressed.”
Malone followed where Pau had pointed.
“The numbers 4 and 9 are important to the Chinese. 9 is pronounced
He inventoried the symbols 4 and 9 and saw that there were two concentrations.
“When I entered the chamber, I saw that these bricks”—Pau pointed to a cluster of 9s—“were depressed. So was that cluster of 4s. I discovered that there were openings beneath the floor that led down to two separate passages.”
“So you chose the lucky one,” Malone said.
“It seemed the right selection.”
Malone still held a shovel. He wedged the blade between two of the floor bricks with a 9 and pounded the sole of his shoe against the top edge. The ground was hard but gave way, and he angled the handle, forcing the brick upward.
“How we doing out there?” he asked Cassiopeia.
“Too quiet.”
“Minister Tang is on the way,” Pau said.
Malone stared down at Pau, who was helping free each brick. An idea of what to do came to him in an instant. Pau glanced up and the look on the older man’s face confirmed that he’d determined their next move as well.
“That’s scary,” Malone said. “I’m actually starting to think like you.”
Pau grinned. “I can’t see where that is a bad thing.”
TANG FOLLOWED A RED CARPET THAT FORMED A PATH UP A short set of stone risers into the brick-and- glass building that encased Pit 3. He’d been informed that the hall had been cleared and all exits were manned with guards. He’d brought two men with him, both brothers of the
“No one leaves this building,” he barked out as he stepped past three of the museum guards at the main doors.
Viktor Tomas waited inside.
“You did well,” he said to Viktor.
“Delivered, as promised.”
The excavated pit spread out before him. He approached the catwalk railing, pointed down, then turned to the two brothers, “Assume a position just outside that gash.”
He watched as they hustled down a ladder, drew their weapons, and hugged the earthen wall on either side of the portal into Qin Shi’s imperial library.
He handed Viktor his gun. “Finish the task. Now.”
Viktor gripped the pistol and climbed down the ladder, approaching the two men, who stood ready to attack.
“Pau Wen,” Tang called out. “The building is sealed.”
No one replied.
“You are under arrest.” His voice echoed through the interior, masked by the
Still no reply.
He motioned for Viktor to advance inside.
The two brothers moved with caution, glancing around the portal’s edge, testing the situation, then rushed into the blackness, followed by Viktor.
He waited for the soft
Viktor reappeared. “You should come down.”
He did not like the quizzical tone in the man’s voice.
He descended the ladder and entered the chamber. Just as he suspected, a charred smell of ash filled the musty air. Not a single silk or bamboo strip remained, only the three stone tables, the room not all that different from two days ago—except for two things.
In the floor, two sets of bricks had been removed, exposing openings about a meter square each, on opposite sides of the room.
He stared into them.
They dropped about two meters into the earth.
But which one had they taken?
FIFTY-FIVE
MALONE REALIZED THAT THEIR TRICK, IN EXPOSING BOTH OPENINGS, would only momentarily slow down any pursuers. But every second they could gain counted.
Another problem was more immediate.
He wasn’t fond of tight, underground spaces, though he seemed to find himself inside them more often than he wished. He knew Cassiopeia did not suffer from the same discomfort, so she led the way, plunging through the coal-black darkness, the beam of her flashlight illuminating only a few feet ahead.
They walked without a sound, their entrance point now a hundred yards behind them, negotiating sharp turns
