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[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED]. The Crystal Goblet BY DRUID GRAYL, Author of Satan's Snare," "The Body in li e Box," No Clue," &c. "Lot 143," said the auctioneer: "the most important item of the collection. A rock- crystal goblet of the sixteenth century, en- graved with poppies and the figure of the goddess Proserpine; having also on its foot an emblem of a phoenix rising from its ashes âprobably the cognisance of a noble family of mediaeval Italy. "I quote from the catalogue," lie went on. "But now permit me to call your attention to a peculiarity in the stem of the goblet. Riley, take the article round, carefully, and tilt it gently between the light. Notice, gentlemen, that the stem is hollow, and con- tains a few drops of some liquid." There was no doubt as to the fact the fluctuation could he observed distinctly moreover, certain prismatic hues came and went as the liquid flowed to and fro. "The goblet has been submitted to a scientific expert," continued the auctioneer, "and he informs me such a state of things is quite possibleâthough rareâin the matter of the crystal, which sometimes absorbs and re- tains a small quantity of water or other fluid during formation. He states, too, that an article such as the present specimen, if long buried in the earth, might receive liquid by infiltration through the seam of the stem. In either case, the object is probably unique, and therefore of the greatest possible interest to connoisseurs. Such a specimen has never passed through my hands before, though in sale annals there is a record of such an ancient goblet having been offered years ago. It was, I understand, broken in the course of inspection, when such a delightful odour filled the auction-room that the broken article fetched more than if intact." A burst of laughter followed this state- ment. As it subsided, the voice of a little, dark Hebrew was heard saying to a companion â "Can't he tell the tale, though? Oh. my. not half "Dot's drue, Levi; I read him in a book," replied the other-a stout, impassive-looking foreignerâjust as audibly. "Thank you, sir," said the auctioneer, turning in his direction, with a bow and flourish of the hammer. "The corroboration of a perfect stranger is as gratifying as un- expected. Make the best or worst of the liquid in the stem, gentlemen, as you please. Now, will someone kindly make me a bid for the engraved rock-crystal goblet of the six- teenth century, presumably Italian?" "Ten pounds "Twenty said the little Hebrew. "Dirty!" added the stout foreigner. There was a long pause. It was evident that others of the company were awaiting de- velopments. suspecting collusion. "A mere thirty wounds for a roek-crvstal goblet of the sixteenth century remarked the auctioneer. "Well. I must pass this item, and go on to the next. The last speci- men fetched thousands, as you all know; and though, admittedly, it was a more important piece than this, I beg to observe that the poorest samples are not quite so plentiful as Bristol diamonds, or the star-stones of War- wickshire. Replace the goblet, Hiley." "I gif vivty," interpolated the stout man. "One hundred guineas," said a quiet, but distinct and musical voice. Everyone turned and looked at the speaker âa slender, singularly handsome young man in faultless morning costume, but with some- thing un-English in his appearance neverthe- less. One or two persons present knew him. evi- dently, for reassuring glances were ex- changed, and the little Hebrew said to his companionâthis time in a whisperâ"Mark- hams adopted son. It's all right go on. Raflitz." "Nod I!" "I will, then. Fiftv" "Two hundred guineas," said the young man, calmly. This coolness acted on those present as a clear firost does on the appetite, and one bidder after another hungered for the goblet with a stimulated craving. It ran up to three hundred and fifty guineas, when the bidding checked again. "Don't lose it, Mr. Antonio," pleaded the auctioneer. "I should like you to have it, because it will be thoroughly appreciated. Say three-sixty. I'll take five-guinea bids now." "I'm bidding entirely on my own responsi- bility," replied the young fellow, courte- OUSIV "though I think the goblet would in- terest Mr. Markham. I'll risk the price you suggest, but no more. Anyone is welcome to it at a higher figure." "Three hundred and sixty guineas for the rock-crystal goblet. Any advance? once I Twice! Third, and last time-three hundred and sixty guineas." There was no higher bid, so the article was knocked down to Mr. Antonio, who wrote a cheque for the amount and took his acquisi- tion away in its velvet-lined caseâoblivious of or indifferent to a score or more of envi- ous, disappointed, or admiring eyes directed upon him as he wended his way out of the auction-room. He did not make his way direct from Covent Garden to Mr. Markham's house in St. John's Wood, but proceeded to John- street, where he had two rooms on the ground floor, one of which was tastefully fur- nished as a sort of study sitting-room, the other being always in use, more or lees, for the numerous purchases he made for his adopted father from time to time for he had the Italian's true, Liborn love of art, and the unerring instinct for good specimens, which comes of it. Markham himself had been an invalid for some years, and could not ride his hobby- horse in the actual pursuit of curios; but he read with avidity every dealer's and auction- eers's catalogue that was sent to him, and then entrusted Antonio with his commissions. At his house, "The Belvedere," known of every art-loving person in London and to all provincial sightseers as one of the free shows on a Thursday in the metropolisâthe student could see most things genuine, costly, and rare, from an English pewter chalice of the fourteenth century to an Ashanti gold-mask. His own pictures were not the least noteworthy objects of a unique exhibition, though he never attempted to sell one, or exhibit in a public gallery. Swell cracksmen had paraphrased Blucher s re- mark on London, in reference to "The Belve- dere "-III the words "What a house to crack But a knowledge of his great boar- hounds and private information that secret- wires, which, once touched, connected the place with its corresponding number at the nearest police-station, made them refrain from the job with sincere envy but small emulation. Tne crystal goblet, intended as the most re- cent contribution to the house's treasures, was very carefully scrutinised by Antonio, therefore, before it was submitted to the master; with a powerful telescopic lens he went over every line of it methodically, care- fully, and patiently, time after time; and then perused many works of reference before returning to the specimen again. In fact it was nearly eight o'clock before lie left his rooms for home, with the precious goblet. But he was plainly self-satisfied. His step was light and firm, his bearing confident, and there was that smile on his face which comes only once in a lifeâwhen the fulfil- m-ent of the heart's desire is near at hand. On reaching home he went straightway to Mr. Markham's private room, thinking to find his adopted father alone at this early hour; but, as he was about to put his hand to the door-knob he checked himself ana listened awhile, with an inscrutable expres- sion on his face-for he could hear a woman's olear tones reading aloud from Browning's poems. It was the voice of Clare Nasmyth. Mr. Markham's niece, a motherless young woman who had been an inmate of the "house for two years now, to Antonio's great un- rest, for he loved her passionately but secretly for herself, whilst distrusting an in- fluence _with her uncle which suggested future complications as to the heirship of that gentleman" wealth and possessions. Moreover, she wa" something of an enigma to I frank, but irresponsive, and at times a I llt j ^°Plc.aL which intensified the distrust I and tilled him with vague alarm, till passion, J nourished on iteelf, banished the apprehen- vX ^Klumsd! had been told> ⢠some- anib.giious terms, on one occasion, that lie same biood ran in hi,; own as in his adopted V'-l V8U1S; bl,'t he had nev*r ventured to \lr M6 ,eiXa°l >relatl0nsluP. partly ^because Mr. Main.nam was not the sort of man to be questioned, and partly because there was the uiking fear that the kinship was not a mat- ter which it was advisable to put to analy- (To be continued.)

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