of disappointment came into his face and his broad shoulders sagged. “No. The knowledge is somewhere back in my mind but I cannot capture it.”
John Pride was about to speak but the young man stayed him with a sudden intense look. “One thing however is very clear to me.”
“And that is—?”
“The face of my mother.”
“The woman who held you in her arms in the hotel suite?”
“No, I do not think so. But I see a face clearly in my mind. A sad and beautiful face. There is a marked resemblance between it and what I see in that mirror. She is the most beautiful woman who ever lived and I yearn to find her and take her in my arms.”
“I hope you succeed.”
A tragic light appeared in the young man’s eyes. “But where is she? How can I find her? Why did she leave me in this place?”
“I do not have the answers to those questions. But I have a theory concerning you and the elapsed years.”
“Tell me!”
John Pride spoke firmly but with obvious awe. “I think you were brought here as an infant for some reason known only to the one who called himself C. D. Bram.”
“Or Portox.”
“Perhaps. I think you were placed in that bed and left there for one hundred years.”
“But—”
“Consider. That door has never been opened. There is certainly no other exit to this cavern.”
“And I have no recollection of ever having lived before,” the young man said slowly.
“Yet you can converse with me. You obviously have been given an education.”
“But how?”
“It is known that knowledge can be injected into the subconscious while the receiver sleeps. I’m sure the man you insist upon calling Portox was aware of this—this and perhaps other scientific miracles. Who are we to say that you were not nourished by some means beyond our knowledge?”
But that investigation was never to be made because as John Pride extended his hand to touch the box it suddenly burst into a glow and he withdrew his fingers quickly.
Before the younger man could answer a glowing point of light sprang into being and brightened and a wave of searing heat erupted from the walls of the room, searing the eyes of John Pride and leaving him to grope helplessly as in the heart of a furnace. The younger man was beyond his reach. Blinding pain caused him to reel.
CHAPTER V
Question Upon Question
John Pride opened his eyes as a moan escaped his lips. The haze cleared and he found himself lying upon a cool stone floor looking up into the concerned face of the younger man. “What happened?” John Pride asked feebly. He tried to refocus.
“I don’t know except that the heat of that fire was upon us with such swiftness that we were almost incapacitated. I picked you up and started walking. Fortunately I moved in the direction of the door. Otherwise we would have been doomed.”
“I am in your debt.”
“No more so than I in yours.”
“Did you extinguish the fire?”
“It burned out of its own accord. But only after the cave was completely gutted. There is nothing left in there but the bare rock walls.”
John Pride sat up with quick concern. “The book!”
“It is gone.” The young man looked ruefully down at his own naked body. “Gone—together with my precious robe.”
“That can easily be replaced along with other raiment but the book—I was supposed to deliver it—”
“—to the cavern. You did that, my friend. It was not through you that the fire consumed it. You have dispatched your obligation. Let your mind be at ease.”
John Pride got to his feet. He shook his head in the negative. “No. A portion of my obligation still exists. Fortunately I did not bring forth the second and last item I was to place in the cavern.”
“The second item?”
“Yes, and I believe the most important.”
With that, Pride took from his pocket a small box wrapped in heavy material and sealed and resealed with a sort of rubberized wax.
“This,” he said. “I know not what is in the box nor I think, did my father, my grandfather, nor my great grandfather before me. We have been given to understand that its delivery to the cavern was the most important single duty of the trust. So I now place it in your hands, praying that this act fulfills the long-standing obligation of my family.”
The younger man had salvaged a portion of his robe, a length of material that went over his shoulders and draped skimpily down the sides of his body. This did nothing whatever in the way of covering his nudity but rather accentuated and added to it.
He took the box and was scanning it with great interest when the excitement and strenuous action of the preceding few minutes again took grip upon John Pride’s comparatively less rugged physique.
His eyes closed and he began sinking again to the floor whereupon the younger man slipped the box hastily in the pocket that had not burned away from his robe and caught John Pride in his arms.
He lifted the elder man and carried him up from the mansion caverns and into the great hall that swept forward to the main entrance. As he walked, bearing the heavy burden as though it were but a mere feather, he was of two minds.
One mind entertained concern for his new-found friend and the other was occupied with interest in these new and strange surroundings.
Dawn had broken over the forest and in a brooding light within the great hall, he saw the withered body of the dead man on the floor. He paused for a moment and then went out across the flagstone porch and into the open air.
He marveled at the green expanse of forest that reared in majesty about him. He drew in deep gusts of the cool air and found it good. He smiled.
Then John Pride stirred in his arms and showed signs of returning consciousness. The young man laid the financier on the soft grass and watched until his eyes opened.
“Are you feeling better? Is there anything I can do?”
John Pride smiled feebly as he raised himself with the younger man’s aid. “I’m afraid this has been more strenuous than I bargained for. If I’d known what would transpire I would have kept myself in better condition.”
“But you feel better now?”
“Yes. If you will be so good as to help me to my car, I’ll be all right.”
“Certainly. Your car—?”
“A means of conveyance that will take me back to the city. It stands but a few yards down the road beyond the gate.”
A short time later, the two men stood at the place that was to be the parting of their ways. Both sensed this and Pride held out his hand. The younger man grasped it firmly.
“Godspeed to you, my friend,” John Pride said. “I fear I can help you no further but if there is ever a time when my services are needed, I will be waiting for your command.”
“Thank you. Whatever befalls me I will always remember you as the first friend I ever set eyes upon in this world.”
With that, John Pride turned his car and drove off down the winding road. As he left, the younger man realized the older man had said nothing of the dead ancient in the great hall but realized it was because of the strain Pride had suffered. The man was still somewhat dazed from the shock of the fire.
He turned and walked slowly