The Messiah Secret

‘And they’re the key to this whole mystery. Isaac is still used today, of course, and it was a fairly common name in biblical times, so it’s probably not even worth looking at that. There’ll be hundreds or maybe thousands of references. But I’m not familiar with the name “Yus”, so I’m hoping that’s sufficiently unusual to give us some kind of a lead.’

‘And do you still think this piece of text is referring to the Ark of the Covenant?’ Bronson asked.

‘Yes. In the early biblical accounts, the Israelites believed that the Ark was a lethal weapon as well as a treasure. They claimed it was so dangerous that simply touching it could kill you, and that the Ark emitted a powerful light that destroyed their enemies. That seems to me to be a reasonably good match for the early part of this text, where it says “the light which had become the treasure”.’

‘Yet it sounds as if it had changed somehow,’ Bronson suggested. ‘Could the Ark’s powers – always assuming it had any, of course – have waned? Could the dangerous weapon have become just a richly decorated box? Or do you think there’s another meaning?’

‘Well, there is one theory that suggests the Ark might have contained some unknown highly radioactive source, something so powerful that touching it could literally kill you – not within seconds or minutes, obviously, but within a few days.’

Bronson grinned at her. ‘I think that’s getting a bit too wacky for me, Angela, not to mention the questions it raises. Like where the source came from, how the Israelites managed to handle it, and what it was. The most dangerous radioactive elements are things like plutonium, and you can’t just find lumps of the stuff lying around. It has to be manufactured in a reactor. Take my word for it – there are no unknown radioactive elements out there that could exist in a stable form on Earth.’

‘OK,’ Angela said, sighing. ‘Scratch that idea. But maybe what the author of that text meant was that the Ark itself hadn’t changed, but what they were doing with it had. Suppose they no longer needed to use the Ark as a weapon. That would fit very well with that phrase “the light which had become the treasure”. They weren’t fighting wars any more, so they no longer needed the destructive power of the Ark – the “light” – but, of course, they would still recognize the value of the relic, so they would treasure it.’

‘But what about Mohalla?’

‘I think what’s important is that the relic – the treasure – was taken from Mohalla and “returned from whence it came”. So it’s not Mohalla we have to find, it’s wherever the Ark was taken after it left. And that phrase suggests it was transported back to wherever it was created.’

‘So where did it come from originally?’

‘According to the Bible, it was made by Moses following the orders of God, to act as a repository for the original Ten Commandments, so I suppose you could say that the place “from whence it came” was most likely Mount Sinai. That was where Moses was meant to have received the Covenant.’

‘And Mount Sinai is where, exactly?’

‘Somewhere in the Middle East, but there are several different suggestions as to exactly where.’

‘So if the Ark was taken and hidden somewhere on a mountain in the Middle East, where the hell would you start looking for it? I’m assuming you didn’t find anywhere conveniently named the Valley of the Flowers when you were doing your research?’

‘Actually, I found quite a lot of them,’ Angela replied, ‘but none of them were located at any site that could conceivably have been mistaken for Mount Sinai.’

Bronson nodded. ‘And with all the activity in the Middle East – by archaeologists as well as by invading armies – it would have to be a really well-hidden “place of stone” that could have escaped detection over the last two millennia. And if anyone had found the Ark, I presume we’d know about it by now.’

‘Almost certainly.’

‘OK,’ Bronson said, ‘here’s a thought. I know you said that finding out where Mohalla was didn’t really matter, but actually I think it might be worth doing. We’re talking two thousand years ago, when the fastest way to move something like the Ark would be in a horse-drawn cart that might cover twenty or thirty miles a day. I know the piece of text says that Isaac and his mates “journeyed long and far”, but that would be “long and far” in the context of that time. If they travelled for a solid week and managed thirty miles a day, which would be pretty good going, they’d still only have covered about two hundred miles. I think if we can find out where Mohalla is, we’ll have a much better idea about where to start looking for the “place of stone”.’

Angela was silent for a few moments, then she looked across at him, a slight smile on her face. ‘Actually, Chris,’ she said, ‘that’s a pretty good thought. These days we’re so used to the concept of high-speed travel – five hundred miles a day in a fast car, ten times that distance in an aircraft – that you have to take a couple of steps back to really appreciate the difficulties involved in covering any distance at all that long ago. Right, we’ll have to find Mohalla.’

Bronson sat back and stretched his legs. It had been a long hard day, and he knew there was some way yet to go. ‘I’ve just had another thought,’ he said, ‘and I’ll make you a prediction.’

‘What?’

‘You told me that Bartholomew Wendell-Carfax died suddenly?’

‘Yes. He had a heart attack at home, when he was in the middle of preparing for yet another expedition to search for the treasure.’

‘And he’d had those two pictures painted a short time before?’

Angela nodded.

‘Maybe the biggest clue of all has been staring us in the face all along. Why do you think Bartholomew chose those two subjects for the portraits?’

‘Because he needed to be able to hide the Persian text in the paintings, and those two costumes were ideal for that purpose.’

‘Well, I think Bartholomew had a sense of humour. I think he was looking forward to pointing out the Persian writing in the paintings to his son, and I also think he’d finally found out exactly where Mohalla is or was, and the paintings tell us that as well.’

‘How?’ Angela asked.

‘It’s right in front of you. Just look at the pictures again.’

Angela flicked back through the images stored on her laptop, found the ones that showed the two paintings and stared at them, one after the other.

‘It might be obvious to you, Chris, but it certainly isn’t to me.’

‘Think it through. Bartholomew could have chosen any number of subjects that would have allowed him to hide the Persian text, so why did he choose these two?’

‘I’ve no idea, and if you don’t tell me this instant, I’m going to— ’

‘India,’ Bronson said simply. ‘In one picture he looks like an Indian maharaja, and in the other like an Indian chief. The paintings are linked, obviously, because each one has about half of the Persian text on it, but apart from that the only common feature is the subject material. And that’s two things – both the paintings show Bartholomew and both of them link him with India.’

Angela shook her head. ‘I’m sorry, Chris, but that’s just too obvious.’

Bronson grinned. ‘I disagree,’ he said. ‘And I’ll make you a bet that when you do dig up some reference to Mohalla, you’ll find that it’s somewhere in India.’

Sitting in a plastic chair on the opposite side of the airport lounge, completely hidden behind a copy of the Wall Street Journal that he’d purchased from the airport shop, JJ Donovan slightly adjusted the position of the shotgun mike resting on his lap as the sound in his earphones – they looked like the type you use with an iPod – faded slightly.

The equipment he was using was state-of-the-art. The shotgun microphone was tiny, but sufficiently powerful to allow him to listen to and record a conversation taking place as much as fifty yards away. Bronson and Lewis were a lot closer to him than that, but the airport was far from an ideal location for detailed surveillance. The problem was people: the passengers arriving and departing, who walked across the open space between Donovan’s seat and the cafe table where his targets were sitting. Sometimes people even stopped in his line of sight to hold a conversation, and there was very little Donovan could do about that. The location wasn’t perfect, but his equipment had proved good enough to capture about three-quarters of the conversation Bronson and Lewis had just had, a conversation that Donovan now had stored on a solid-state digital audio recorder.