“Carmella said that? That she needed no guiding?”
“Yes,” said Nellie. “Something like that. But—”
“Good! I needed very much to know that. Till now, I have not been sure.”
He didn’t say what it was that he hadn’t been sure of. The fat man, in a milder tone than ever, went back to the former theme.
“You mention the ‘wealth of all the Haygars,’ Benson. I repeat, there is no such thing. In country after country, our family had everything taken from it. Everything! Indeed, only one or two in each country were left alive. Revolution and war have beaten us—”
“In revolution and war your family lost what each had in its country at that time,” corrected The Avenger. “Eh?” The fat man’s eyes were not quite so blank. “Branch after branch of the Haygar family,” said The Avenger, “foresaw expropriation. Branch after branch, before the start of violence, shipped all their liquid wealth, in the form of gold, to the American Haygar, old Wendell. Then they stayed on till their tangible possessions — lands, factories, and securities — had been seized. After that, they meant to come to America and claim their gold. But they never reached here.”
Carmella said cautiously, “What makes you assume there is gold?”
“The golden disks,” said Benson. “There was mention of metallurgical analysis. For what reason? There could only be one: for comparison with a similar analysis of other gold. Each Haygar, on presenting his medallion and having it checked, was to be able to claim the gold hoard from which it had been run. A sure scheme, since no two runs of metal would be quite the same: the gold from Turkey would be just a little different in analysis from the gold from Germany, and so on.”
“You say the Haygars never reached here,” said the fat man, looking honestly bewildered. “Shan and Sharnoff and von Bolen and Carmella reached this island, and Harlik got as close as New York—”
“All were impostors!”
They all stared at him.
“Every one of them, save Carmella, was an impostor,” Dick said. “That is proved by the fact that no one of them knew exactly what the treasure was that he sought, or where to find it. Only Carmella did not need to be led ‘to that which she desired.’ The rest only knew that the medals were priceless, without being able to decipher their meaning.”
“So I was taken in by pretenders!” scowled the fat man. “I called them cousins. I, Goram Haygar, was about to accept—”
“Don’t concern yourself so much,” said The Avenger, glacially. “After all, you’re an impostor, yourself. You’re no more Goram Haygar than I am. You, too, are in ignorance of the hiding place of the gold. You methodically trenched the island trying to find it. You sounded all through the basement walls to dig it up. Perhaps the bones concealed down there could tell where the real son of Wendell Haygar could be found—”
The lights snapped out!
It had been superlatively done. The fat man’s calmness, which hadn’t really deceived anyone there as to the logic of his guilt, had finally thrown them all just a little off guard. His mildness had given him just a half-second head strart. And it was enough.
A sudden kick at a lamp wire, a break and a short circuit — then darkness.
Darkness, and the slam of a door as the fat man shot sideways into another room.
“Whoosh!” came Mac’s voice from somewhere near the rear. Then there was the sound of a fall and the slam of a back door of the house.
“After him!” bellowed Smitty, racing through the side door with his flash splitting the darkness.
He got into a small rear hall, through a butler’s pantry, and into the big kitchen. Mac, posted as guard there, was just picking himself up off the floor.
“The skurlie jumped me so fast and so hard that I missed stoppin’ him,” he said shamefully to The Avenger.
Then he went out into the night with Benson and Smitty after the fake Goram Haygar.
They didn’t go far.
The stone enclosure for the hogs was back there. And, suddenly, from the opened door of the enclosure, the giant, half-starved brutes surged forth! A fortunate lightning flash revealed that. The fat man had wrenched the pen door open as he dashed past it.
It was a deadly mess!
The big beasts were berserk in the darkness. And when four or five hundred pounds of maddened boar rushes you, there isn’t much to do but try to keep out of the way. If you can!
It began to look as though Mac and Smitty and Benson couldn’t. There were too many of the brutes. Mac managed to shoot two, and Benson one, and then they were surrounded.
The Avenger’s voice rose in a piercing yell. He rushed toward the converging ring of death and leaped. He reached a tablelike back, feet barely missing gnashing tusks, and leaped toward the enclosure.
The hogs streamed after him, all of them drawn by the outcry, and stampeded by a running quarry into a deadly chase!
Dick raced into the empty enclosure, and the hogs crowded ferociously after him.
“The chiefs a goner!” yelled Mac in anguish.
“No, he’s not,” corrected Smitty, who had seen the head with the shock of black hair for an instant above the ten-foot edge of the enclosure.
The giant rushed to slam the pen door shut and shoot the staple home. Dick swung down from the top of the wall, to which he had leaped a bare inch ahead of a dozen savage sets of tusks.
Benson’s face was unbelievably calm. He had just undergone an experience that would have twisted any normal face into despair, horror, hopelessness, triumph. His countenance made a beholder shiver at its entire lack of any of these expressions.
He didn’t give Smitty or Mac time to reflect on the weirdness of it, however. His slim forefinger pointed.
“There! Going back into the house!”
Mac and Smitty turned in time to see the elephantine mass of their host just disappearing back through the rear door. And in there alone were Nellie and Carmella!
CHAPTER XVIII
Bent Walls
Fast as The Avenger was, he did not quite catch up to Smitty as the giant bellowed and raced for Nellie’s side. Smitty was sure that this time it was curtains for the little blond bombshell. It looked to him as if the sole purpose the big man had had in mind in letting the hogs loose was to create enough distraction for him to get back in and kill off Carmella, undisturbed.
Which would have meant killing Nellie, too.
But when Smitty reached the front hall, he was amazed to see the fat man shoving out the front door and into the night once more. He was also thankfully astounded to see the faces of the two girls at the hall doorway of the drawing room.
“I thought you’d be dead,” he said, running his flash over them. The Avenger and Mac came up.
“He didn’t do a thing to us,” said Nellie. “I’d have shot him, of course, if he had tried.” She was calmly waving her gun. “But he didn’t even try. He jumped into the hall and threw something in that big vase down there. I couldn’t see what. I wouldn’t even have seen that he did anything at all, except that a flash of lightning—”
“Out!” Dick said, voice, positively crackling. “Out of here at once! He must have set a time switch!”
Fast as Nellie’s brain was, this left her flat-footed for a moment. The Avenger didn’t stop to repeat.
His steel-cablelike arms went around the girl, and he raced for the door. After him came Smitty, with Carmella, and then Mac.
They got outside, ran about twenty-five yards, and then were thrown in all directions.
The thing that had scattered them was the apparent splitting in two of the whole island in an appropriate chaos of sound!
An explosion that made even the collapse of the cliff by the dock seem small. It had come from the house; looking back, they could see the grim and ghastly place doing a kind of ponderous dance in the glare of beginning flame.