CHAPTER XX

THE MANDARIN EXPLAINS

"I must apologise for this very late visit," said Lo-Keong, when he was

conducted to the drawing-room by his surprised host, "but I must

explain--"

"Not now, Marquis," replied Ainsleigh, giving his visitor the rank which

he claimed, "you must be weary and hungry."

"No. I am perfectly well, and enjoyed a meal before I left London. If

you will give my servants orders to take up my luggage, and will then

hear what I have to say, you will do everything I desire."

Rupert went again to the hall to tell the two Chinese servants, which

Lo-Keong had brought with him, to take the trunks up to the bed-room

which the Marquis would occupy. Then he went to the back and made Mr.

and Mrs. Petley rise. Both were disturbed when they heard that a Chinese

grandee was in the house. "I do hope he won't bring trouble with him,"

said Mrs. Petley to her husband. "I never could abear them things, since

I saw that creature who brought home the old master's baggage. And,

Missus, as is dead, couldn't bear him either."

"He was a cock-eyed man," said old John reflectively.

"Cock-eyed yourself," retorted the housekeeper who had a better memory,

"he was one-eyed, and a nice ugly thing he looked. Ah well, as I always

says, Abbot Raoul don't walk for nothing, and this Chiner gentleman

coming here, means trouble."

Old John who was much the same way of thinking himself, grew annoyed by

his wife's pessimism and told her to hurry up and come to the kitchen.

Then he went to see after the bed-room which his master had selected for

the untoward guest. Mrs. Petley came down to find her kitchen in the

possession of two grave silent Chinamen who had lighted the fire and

were boiling water for tea. "Well, I'm sure," said Mrs. Petley surveying

both with distaste, "the idear of these furreiners taking

liberties," and she sniffed at the Far East.

Meanwhile, Rupert returned to the drawing-room and found the Marquis

paying attentions to his wife. Lo-Keong was a tall, fine-looking man,

grave and extremely polite. He had admirable manners, and his clothes

were of the finest. Olivia in her rich dinner dress, felt quite plainly

dressed beside this gorgeous gentleman, who wore a jacket of rose-pink,

a coat of grass green satin, pale blue silk trousers, and thick-soled

white green shoes. He also had a glossy pig-tail woven with silk, and

carried a small fan--at which Olivia shuddered. Seated in a deep

arm-chair, he looked a potentate, quite out of place in that sober

English drawing-room. The Marquis was very affable, and deferential to

Mrs. Ainsleigh, who quite overcame her dislike to Celestials after a few

moments converse with this splendid specimen of the aristocracy of

Cathay.

"You are quite sure you won't have some refreshment?" she asked.

Lo-Keong waved his slim hand graciously. "I thank you, no," said he,

"and if you will allow me to explain myself, you can then retire. I am

ashamed of having called at this hour. But," he looked at Rupert first

and at Olivia afterwards, "my excuse is a good one. I have seen

Hwei--whom you know."

Ainsleigh shuddered. "Yes, and I don't retain any very pleasant

recollections of that gentleman," said he.

Lo-Keong laughed quietly, "Hwei is a true devotee of the god Kwang-ho."

"I don't understand about that god," said Olivia.

"I have come to explain," said the Chinaman, "it is a great pity I did

not come before. You would then have had no trouble about this," and he

took up the famous fan which Olivia had tossed on the sofa.

"Oh," the young couple looked at one another, and if they did not say

"oh," the expression of "oh"--an amazed "oh" was on their faces.

Lo-Keong seemed to have his eyes everywhere, and took up the fan as if

it was the most natural thing it should be lying there. "You

understand," he went on in his calm well-bred voice. "I have seen Hwei

and he told me everything."

"About the murder?"

"About the murder, Mrs. Ainsleigh, and about the hunt for the assassin;

also about your husband's visit to London, and full details concerning

the folly of Tung-yu--my enemy's servant, who related how the picture on

this," he laid a long yellow finger on the fan, "could be brought to

light," his eyes wandered to the fragment of the joss-stick within the

fender. "I observe that you have been clever enough to see the picture."

"Yes," said Rupert, quite amazed at this penetration, "but how do you

know that?"

"Very easily. Hwei told me that he came to the cloisters one night to

see that all was well----"

"He knew of the hiding place then?" asked Olivia, eagerly.

"Certainly. I have always trusted Hwei, but Tung-yu did not know, and

hence his desire to procure the fan. Hwei was here on the night poor

Miss Wharf was killed, and dropped the joss-stick. You have been clever

enough to make use of it. Well, now you both know where the packet is?"

"The packet?"

"Of papers which mean my life--papers connected with the Boxers, which

the Mandarin Hop Sing would give much to possess."

"We know that the packet is hidden in a tree," said Rupert, "but which

tree we cannot guess."

"Ah," Lo-Keong slipped the beads through his fingers, "here is a piece

of jade with a gold band round it."

"The third bead----"

"Consequently the third tree. We will look for the packet, as soon as I

explain myself. The packet must be safe, as you have the fan, and I

know, Mr. Ainsleigh, you are my friend, as I was the friend of your

father before you."

"What," Rupert threw back his head. "I understood from Dr. Forge, that

you were my enemy."

Lo-Keong frowned. "Ah! he goes as far as that," said he, then paused a

moment. "I will explain."

Olivia would have interrupted, but he threw out a long arm in an

imperious manner, and began his story without further preamble, playing

with the fan all the time.

"My name," said the Marquis, "is Lo-Keong, and I am a native of the

province of Kan-su----"

"Where the mine is," murmured Rupert.

"Exactly, Mr. Ainsleigh. My native town is on the Hwei River, and not

far from the mine your father bought----"

"Along with Dr. Forge."

"Pardon me, sir, but Dr. Forge did not buy it. He was merely a servant

of your father's. The mine was owned by your father alone. I conducted

the negotiations on behalf of the owner of the land."

"But Forge says----"

"I can guess." Lo-Keong waved his hand coldly. "He blackens my name to

you, and lies about the mine. Always bad--always foul, always a

liar--that man must be killed. I have spared him too long."

Olivia shuddered. "No Marquis," said she, "I beg that there may be no

more murders."

"Not in England, but when this Forge comes again to China," here the

Marquis smiled in a cruel way, but made no further remark. The young

people shuddered. He smiled benignly on them, and went on with his story

in a calm level voice.

"My respected parent was a merchant," said he calmly, "and he gave me a

fine education, of which, as you know, we think greatly in the Middle

Kingdom. I secured the Hanlin degree, which is very high, and so became

greater than my friend Hop Sing, who failed. That success made Hop Sing

my enemy. I returned home, and Hop Sing made trouble. It is not

necessary to explain how," added the Marquis with another wave of his

hand. "But the trouble resulted in my leaving my parental roof, and

becoming a soldier with the Boxers who then conspired against the

Empress Dowager. But before I left my native town, I acted as the middle

man between a respected resident and Mr. Markham Ainsleigh who desired

to lease a gold mine on the Hwei River. I left him in full possession of

the rights to work the mine, and Dr. Forge assisted him."

"Not as a partner?" asked Rupert breathlessly.

"By no means, Mr. Ainsleigh. Forge was a good doctor, but he knew

nothing about mining. He doctored the coolies, and attended to minor

matters. Your father looked after the mine personally. I understand he

learned how to do so in California."

"Yes--He was there before I was born, but--"

"Permit me to continue, Mr. Ainsleigh. Well then, I left your father in

possession of the mine, and joined the Boxers. I rose to be a leader,

and afterwards returned to see my parents. At that time the

rebellion--for that it was--proved unfortunate, so it was necessary that

I should conceal myself, I took service with your father as a foreman of

the mine, and I can safely say," said Lo-Keong with a certain show of

emotion, "that your father saved my life. I consider myself indebted to

him, and now I am indebted to his son."

"It is very good of you," said Rupert. "I need a friend."

"You have one in me," said the Marquis courteously. "But to proceed, as

the night grows darker. I was your father's friend, Hop Sing was his

enemy, and Forge sided with Hop Sing."

"But why did he do that?" asked Ainsleigh impetuously. "Forge was at

college with my father--they were great friends--"

"So Mr. Markham Ainsleigh thought. But Dr. Forge was greedy and wished

to have the mine to himself. Hop Sing, who had some influence at the

Imperial Court, promised to help Dr. Forge to get rid of your father and

secure the mine provided I was ruined."

"And Forge acted this base part."

"He did," said the Mandarin quietly. "I may tell you Mr. Ainsleigh that

I was completely in your father's confidence. He made a great deal of

money out of the mine, and I arranged for it to be turned into safe

investments through a third person whose name need not be mentioned. A

large sum was placed out at interest and all these many years the

interest has been accumulating. You will receive a handsome sum I assure

you, Mr. Ainsleigh."

"But," broke in Olivia perplexed. "Dr. Forge told my husband that the

whole amount was eighteen thousand, of which ten thousand belonged to

him and eight thousand to Rupert."

"Dr. Forge places the money obtained from the mine at a low figure,"

said the Chinaman smiling, "what the amount is, I shall tell you later.

Meanwhile I must explain the intrigue which led to your father's

murder----"

"Ah," Rupert leaped to his feet, "then he _was_ murdered."

"He was--by the emissary of Hop Sing. Be calm, Mr. Ainsleigh, and be

seated. Your father died quietly enough by strangulation----"

"What. Was he killed in the same way as Miss Wharf?"

Lo-Keong bowed his stately head. "Yes, and by the same person----"

"Tung-yu," cried Olivia starting to her feet in her turn.

"Exactly, Mrs. Ainsleigh. I know that Tung-yu strangled Mr. Markham

Ainsleigh, and I believe that he strangled your aunt."

Rupert sat down on the sofa and drew his wife down beside him. "But

Tung-yu was the man who was to buy the fan----"

"Quite so." Lo-Keong folded and unfolded the fan calmly. "You know of

the god Kwang-ho."

"Yes--but I can't understand----"

"Naturally," the Marquis laughed quietly, "that is a thing beyond the

comprehension of a Western barbarian--your pardon for so calling you.

Kwang-ho," went on the Mandarin, "is an ancestor of mine who lived

during the Ming dynasty. He was a sage, and very famous, so I took him

as my private god."

Olivia looked amazed and a little shocked. "A private god. I never knew

that anyone could have a private god even in China," she said.

"If you have read Roman history, Mrs. Ainsleigh, you will remember the

Lares and Penates, which were something of the same kind. I was very

unfortunate with the public gods of my country, so I chose Kwang-ho to

be my genius--my destiny. I had an image made and offered him incense.

It was, in fact what you might call ancestral worship; only I looked

upon Kwang-ho as one who could control my destiny. I was right," said

Lo-Keong emphatically, "for, from the moment I sacrificed to Kwang-ho,

my fortunes changed."

"In what way?" asked Rupert, wondering that a clever man like this

should talk so superstitiously.

"In every way. The priest of my new god Kwang-ho consulted the deity and

ordered that I should leave the Boxers and attach myself to the party of

the Empress Dowager, who was to be all powerful in the future. I think,"

added Lo-Keong smiling blandly, "that Kwang-ho was right in that. Who is

so powerful as my august mistress."

"True enough," admitted Ainsleigh impatiently, "but what has this to do

with the death of my father?"

"Patience, Mr. Ainsleigh. I arranged to leave the Boxers. We were

fighting for the Emperor, who was then being crushed by the Empress

Dowager. I had many papers showing my devotion to the Boxer cause and to

His Imperial Majesty. These papers I intended to destroy: but

remembering that some day the Emperor might overcome the Empress, I

decided to keep the papers. They would show that I had worked for the

Emperor, and thus my fortunes would be secure should His Imperial

Majesty reign alone. As yet," added Lo-Keong with a shrug, "he has not

reigned alone and my august mistress still rules the destinies of the

middle kingdom."

"Ah. And if she got those papers?----"

"She would cut off my head," replied Lo-Keong quietly, "so now you see

why I thought it best to conceal them. I wished to preserve the papers

so as to keep myself in favour with the Emperor, when he became supreme,

and I wished to conceal them from the Empress Dowager and her spies,

while she ruled China. You understand?"

"We do," said the young couple. "So you used the means of the fan to

tell where they were hidden?" asked Rupert.

The Mandarin assented. "I did. I spoke to your father about this plan of

concealment. I knew the papers would not be safe in China, as the

emissaries of Hop Sing would find them, and I should be ruined, so on

the suggestion of your father, I decided to hide them in England."

"But why in the Abbey?"

"Mr. Markham Ainsleigh's suggestion, sir. He said that this place had

been in the possession of his family for years and would likely continue

to remain under the Ainsleigh--"

"Alas--alas," sighed Rupert.

"Not at all, sir," was Lo-Keong's brisk reply, "you will have enough

money to keep this place I assure you. But to continue--your father,

whose health was very bad, arranged to take his money back to this

place, and to take also the papers I wished to hide. We arranged that

they should be concealed in the third tree and then I hit upon the plan

of an invisible picture on the fan with the assistance of the beads to

identify the hiding-place."

"But was that necessary when you knew the hiding-place?"

"I wished my heirs to benefit by my services to the Emperor during the

Boxer rising; and they were not to know of the existence of these papers

till I died. So you will understand--"

"Yes! It's very interesting, so please go on."

"Well while we were arranging these things Forge went to Pekin, and got

a concession to work the mine from the Empress through the influence of

Hop Sing. Meanwhile, I arranged to enter the service of my Imperial

Mistress, and left your father ill of dysentery."

"Of which, according to Forge, he died."

"No," said the Mandarin decisively, "he was recovering. He had the

packet and the fan which he was to take to this place. Hwei was to go

with him, and design the invisible picture and hide the packet. I went

to see about letting your father have the money which I had invested for

him. All was ready and he was winding up his affairs. Then the emissary

of Hop Sing strangled your father--"

"Tung-yu," said Rupert much agitated.

"I have already said that," replied the Marquis rather tartly, "your

father died, and Forge obtained the mine. But he did not hold it long. I

represented that Forge had obtained the death of Mr. Markham Ainsleigh

through Hop Sing. The Empress took my view. Hop Sing was disgraced and I

was promoted. Forge had to leave China for the time being, but he came

back several times. I sent Hwei to this place with your father's effects

and with the fan. He concealed the packet and drew the picture. Your

mother was alive then, Mr. Ainsleigh, and Hwei showed her the fan,

though he did not tell her the secret."

"Ah," cried Rupert, "now I remember where I saw the fan."

"Yes," Lo-Keong nodded, "as a boy of five you may remember it."

"I certainly do. But Marquis, why did you not send my father's money to

my mother?"

"Ah. She died, and although I knew you were the heir and in the

guardian-ship of Forge who was your enemy I could do nothing. Hop Sing

got the upper hand again and I was in my turn disgraced. Then Hop Sing

learned about the papers, and about the fan being the means of finding

the hiding-place. He ordered Tung-yu to find the fan. Hwei was bringing

the fan back from England to me. He was assaulted when he landed in

China, but he luckily had given the fan to a brother of his, so Hop Sing

could not find it. Then the brother was killed and a coolie, who knew

nothing of the fan, took possession of it. Afterwards, I wanted the fan.

Hop Sing told me what he suspected, so I applied to the god Kwang-ho.

The god declared, through his priest, that Hop Sing was to come with me

to the shrine. He did so, and thus, bitter enemies as we were, we came

for a time to be in peace."

"And then the arrangement was made?"

"Yes. The god said that an equal chance must be given to good and evil.

Hwei was appointed to find the fan for me, and to give death to the

person who had it. Tung-yu acted for Hop Sing and was to give a reward

of not less than five thousand pounds so that the person who held the

fan should be rich for life. Each was to hold sway for twenty-four

hours. I caused this to be published in the Chinese newspaper in Pekin.

The coolie heard it and being fearful lest he should be killed, he kept

the fan for years and said nothing. Then Major Tidman--"

"Ah I know. He came to see how my father died."

"Quite so, Mr. Ainsleigh, and the coolie, knowing the fan was connected

with the death--for he afterwards went to Kan-su mine and asked

questions--gave the fan to the Major to get rid of it, and--"

"And we know the rest," said Rupert rising. "Tidman gave it to Dr.

Forge, and he gave it to you--or rather you caused it to be taken from

him."

"No," said the Mandarin, "that is not true. I never saw the fan till

now. All these years I have never set eyes on it."

"But Dr. Forge said--"

"Whatever he said he speaks falsely," said Lo-Keong, "but it is growing

late, Mr. Ainsleigh, and I see that your wife is weary. Let us retire

and I shall tell you the rest of the story to-morrow. But before I go to

rest," added the Mandarin decidedly, "I must assure myself that the

packet is still in the trunk of the third tree."

Rupert was quite ready and lighted the lantern. The two men went to the

Abbey into the pitchy darkness, and walked to the third tree near the

bare spot. Lo-Keong who seemed to be able to see in the dark like a cat

looked round, and laid his finger on a huge oak. "This is the tree,"

said he confidently.

"But I can't very well see," said Rupert, "from which side do you

count?"

"From the left to right," explained the mandarin, "in these robes, Mr.

Ainsleigh, I cannot climb the tree, will you please to do so. You will

find the hollow trunk and the line. Pull it up: the papers will be at

the end. Bring them to me if you please."

So speaking Lo-Keong took the light and Rupert although in thin evening

dress began to climb the tree. Luckily it was not difficult as the

branches hung low, but it was disagreeable on account of the dripping

wet. Every movement shook down much moisture. However, the active young

man disappeared in the foliage and then felt round. He could not see,

and came down to get the lantern, which the Chinaman passed to him. Then

he found that the trunk of the tree was broken off, amidst the thick

branches, and that the centre was hollow. He espied a rusty thin chain,

and pulled it up. At the end there was a small box, which he brought

down. With an exclamation of joy Lo-Keong took it. It opened easily in

his hand.

"Gone," cried the Marquis in a voice of anguish.

He spoke truly. The box was empty.