THE START
That evening when the baggage had been disposed of and locked up in my little stable and arrangements were made for the delivery of some cases containing tinned foods， etc.， which had proved too heavy for the Scotch cart， Lord Ragnall and I continued our conversation. First， however， we unpacked the guns and checked the ammunition， of which there was a large supply， with more to follow.
A beautiful battery they were of all sorts from elephant guns down， the most costly and best finished that money could buy at the time. It made me shiver to think what the bill for them must have been， while their appearance when they were put together and stood in a long line against the wall of my sitting-room， moved old Hans to a kind of ecstasy. For a long while he contemplated them， patting the stocks one after the other and giving to each a name as though they were all alive， then exclaimed：
"With such weapons as these the Baas could kill the devil himself.
Still， let the Baas bring Intombi with him"--a favourite old rifle of mine and a mere toy in size， that had however done me good service in the past， as those who have read what I have written in "Marie" and "The Holy Flower" may remember. "For， Baas， after all， the wife of one's youth often proves more to be trusted than the fine young ones a man buys in his age. Also one knows all her faults， but who can say how many there may be hidden up in new women however beautifully they are tattooed？" and he pointed to the elaborate engraving upon the guns.
I translated this speech to Lord Ragnall. It made him laugh， at which I was glad for up till then I had not seen him even smile. I should add that in addition to these sporting weapons there were no fewer than fifty military rifles of the best make， they were large-bore Sniders that had just then been put upon the market， and with them， packed in tin cases， a great quantity of ammunition. Although the regulations were not so strict then as they are now， I met with a great deal of difficulty in getting all this armament through the Customs. Lord Ragnall however had letters from the Colonial Office to such authorities as ruled in Natal， and on our giving a joint undertaking that they were for defensive purposes only in unexplored territory and not for sale， they were allowed through. Fortunate did it prove for us in after days that this matter was arranged.
That night before we went to bed I narrated to Lord Ragnall all the history of our search for the Holy Flower， which he seemed to find very entertaining. Also I told him of my adventures， to me far more terrible， as chairman of the Bona Fide Gold Mine and of their melancholy end.
"The lesson of which is，" he remarked when I had finished， "that because a man is master of one trade， it does not follow that he is master of another. You are， I should judge， one of the finest shots in the world， you are also a great hunter and explorer. But when it comes to companies， Quatermain----！ Still，" he went on， "I ought to be grateful to that Bona Fide Gold Mine， since I gather that had it not been for it and for your rascally friend， Mr. Jacob， I should not have found you here.""No，" I answered， "it is probable that you would not， as by this time I might have been far in the interior where a man cannot be traced and letters do not reach him."Then he made a few pointed inquiries about the affairs of the mine， noting my answers down in his pocket-book. I thought this odd but concluded that he wished to verify my statements before entering into a close companionship with me， since for aught he knew I might be the largest liar in the world and a swindler to boot. So I said nothing， even when I heard through a roundabout channel on the morrow that he had sought an interview with the late secretary of the defunct company.
A few days later， for I may as well finish with this matter at once， the astonishing object of these inquiries was made clear to me. One morning I found upon my table a whole pile of correspondence， at the sight of which I groaned， feeling sure that it must come from duns and be connected with that infernal mine. Curiosity and a desire to face the worst， however， led me to open the first letter which as it happened proved to be from that very shareholder who had proposed a vote of confidence in me at the winding-up meeting. By the time that it was finished my eyes were swimming and really I felt quite faint.
It ran：
"Honoured Sir，--I knew that I was putting my money on the right horse when I said the other day that you were one of the straightest that ever ran. Well， I have got the cheque sent me by the lawyer on your account， being payment in full for every farthing I invested in the Bona Fide Gold Mine， and I can only say that it is uncommonly useful， for that business had pretty well cleaned me out. God bless you， Mr. Quatermain."I opened another letter， and another， and another. They were all to the same effect. Bewildered I went on to the stoep， where I found Hans with an epistle in his hand which he requested me to be good enough to read. I read it. It was from a well-known firm of local lawyers and said：
"On behalf of Allan Quatermain， Esq.， we beg to enclose a draft for the sum of ā650， being the value of the interest in the Bona Fide Gold Company， Limited (in liquidation)， which stands in your name on the books of the company. Please sign enclosed receipt and return same to us."Yes， and there was the draft for ā650 sterling！
I explained the matter to Hans， or rather I translated the document， adding：
"You see you have got your money back again. But Hans， I never sent it； I don't know where it comes from.""Is it money， Baas？" asked Hans， surveying the draft with suspicion.
"It looks very much like the other bit of paper for which I paid money."Again I explained， reiterating that I knew nothing of the transaction.
