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  In the winter of 1929, Alderman Arthur B. Crookall had a novel idea. Crookall was the chairman of the ‘June Effort’, a committee responsible for boosting tourism to the Isle of Man, and his idea was that there should be a treasure hunt, inspired by the many legends of Manx smugglers and their long-forgotten hoards of booty. There would be real treasure, hidden about the island, and clues to its location concealed in the framework of a detectivestory. Initially, some members of the committee expressed reservations about Crookall’s proposal, but it was eventually endorsed. The committee agreed that the ‘Isle of Man Treasure Hunt Scheme’ should take place at the start of the holiday season and run at the same time as the International Tourist Trophy motorcycle races, then in their 24th year, and alongside other annual events such as the ‘crowning of the Rose Queen’ and the midnight yacht race.

  But Crookall had to find someone to write the story around which the hunt would be based. Who better than Agatha Christie? Perhaps surprisingly, and for a fee of only £60, Christie accepted this, her most unusual commission. She visited the Isle of Man at the end of April 1930, staying as the guest of the Lieutenant Governor of the island before returning to Devon where her daughter was ill. Christie and Crookall spent several days discussing the treasure hunt, and visited various sites in order to decide where the treasure should be hidden and how the clues should be composed.

  The resulting story, ‘Manx Gold’, was published in five instalments towards the end of May by the Daily Dispatch. The Dispatch was published in Manchester and had been selected by the committee presumably because it was felt to be the newspaper that potential English visitors to the island were most likely to see. ‘Manx Gold’ was also reprinted in booklet form, and a quarter of a million copies were distributed to guesthouses and hotels across the island. The five clues were published separately (their location in the text is marked by †) and as the date on which the first was due to appear in the Dispatch drew nearer, the ‘June Effort’ Committee appealed to everyone to ‘co-operate in order to obtain as much publicity as possible’ for the hunt. More tourists meant more tourist revenue, and the hunt was also drawn to the attention of several hundred ‘Homecomers’, who had emigrated from the island to the United States and were due to return as honoured guests in June. In the words of the publicity at the time, it was ‘an opportunity for all Amateur Detectives to test their skill’! To compete with Juan and Fenella, you were advised–like them–to equip yourself with ‘several excellent maps…various guide books descriptive of the Island…a book on folklore [and] a book on the history of the Island’. The solutions to the clues are given at the end of the story.

  Manx Gold

  I

  Old Mylecharane liv’d up on the broo.

  Where Jurby slopes down to the wold,

  His croft was all golden with cushag and furze,

  His daughter was fair to behold.

  ‘O father, they say you’ve plenty of store,

  But hidden all out of the way.

  No gold can I see, but its glint on the gorse;

  Then what have you done with it, pray?’

  ‘My gold is locked up in a coffer of oak,

  Which I dropped in the tide and it sank,

  And there it lies fixed like an anchor of hope,

  All bright and as safe as the bank.’

  ‘I like that song,’ I said appreciatively, as Fenella finished.

  ‘You should do,’ said Fenella. ‘It’s about our ancestor, yours and mine. Uncle Myles’s grandfather. He made a fortune out of smuggling and hid it somewhere, and no one ever knew where.’

  Ancestry is Fenella’s strong point. She takes an interest in all her forebears. My tendencies are strictly modern. The difficult present and the uncertain future absorb all my energy. But I like hearing Fenella singing old Manx ballads.

  Fenella is very charming. She is my first cousin and also, from time to time, my fiancée. In moods of financial optimism we are engaged. When a corresponding wave of pessimism sweeps over us and we realize that we shall not be able to marry for at least ten years, we break it off.

  ‘Didn’t anyone ever try to find the treasure?’ I inquired.

  ‘Of course. But they never did.’

  ‘Perhaps they didn’t look scientifically.’

  ‘Uncle Myles had a jolly good try,’ said Fenella. ‘He said anyone with intelligence ought to be able to solve a little problem like that.’

  That sounded to me very like our Uncle Myles, a cranky and eccentric old gentleman, who lived in the Isle of Man, and who was much given to didactic pronouncements.

  It was at that moment that the post came–and the letter!

  ‘Good Heavens,’ cried Fenella. ‘Talk of the devil–I mean angels–Uncle Myles is dead!’

  Both she and I had only seen our eccentric relative on two occasions, so we could neither of us pretend to a very deep grief. The letter was from a firm of lawyers in Douglas, and it informed us that under the will of Mr Myles Mylecharane, deceased, Fenella and I were joint inheritors of his estate, which consisted of a house near Douglas, and an infinitesimal income. Enclosed was a sealed envelope, which Mr Mylecharane had directed should be forwarded to Fenella at his death. This letter we opened and read its surprising contents. I reproduce it in full, since it was a truly characteristic document.

  ‘My dear Fenella and Juan (for I take it that where one of you is the other will not be far away! Or so gossip has whispered), You may remember having heard me say that anyone displaying a little intelligence could easily find the treasure concealed by my amiable scoundrel of a grandfather. I displayed that intelligence–and my reward was four chests of solid gold–quite like a fairy story, is it not?

  Of living relations I have only four, you two, my nephew Ewan Corjeag, whom I have always heard is a thoroughly bad lot, and a cousin, a Doctor Fayll, of whom I have heard very little, and that little not always good.

  My estate proper I am leaving to you and Fenella, but I feel a certain obligation laid upon me with regard to this ‘treasure’ which has fallen to my lot solely through my own ingenuity. My amiable ancestor would not, I feel, be satisfied for me to pass it on tamely by inheritance. So I, in my turn, have devised a little problem.

  There are still four ‘chests’ of treasure (though in a more modern form than gold ingots or coins) and there are to be four competitors–my four living relations. It would be fairest to assign one ‘chest’ to each–but the world, my children, is not fair. The race is to the swiftest–and often to the most unscrupulous!

  Who am I to go against Nature? You must pit your wits against the other two. There will be, I fear, very little chance for you. Goodness and innocence are seldom rewarded in this world. So strongly do I feel this that I have deliberately cheated (unfairness again, you notice!). This letter goes to you twenty-four hours in advance of the letters to the other two. Thus you will have a very good chance of securing the first “treasure”–twenty-four hours’ start, if you have any brains at all, ought to be sufficient.

  The clues for finding this treasure are to be found at my house in Douglas. The clues for the second “treasure” will not be released till the first treasure is found. In the second and succeeding cases, therefore, you will all start even. You have my good wishes for success, and nothing would please me better than for you to acquire all four “chests”, but for the reasons which I have already stated I think that most unlikely. Remember that no scruples will stand in dear Ewan’s way. Do not make the mistake of trusting him in any respect. As to Dr Richard Fayll, I know little about him, but he is, I fancy, a dark horse.

  Good luck to you both, but with little hopes of your success,

  Your affectionate Uncle,

  Myles Mylecharane’

  As we reached the signature, Fenella made a leap from my side.

  ‘What is it?’ I cried.

  Fenella was rapidly turning the pages of an ABC.

  ‘We must get to the Isle of Man as soon as possible,’
she cried. ‘How dare he say we were good and innocent and stupid? I’ll show him! Juan, we’re going to find all four of these “chests” and get married and live happily ever afterwards, with Rolls-Royces and footmen and marble baths. But we must get to the Isle of Man at once.’

  II

  It was twenty-four hours later. We had arrived in Douglas, interviewed the lawyers, and were now at Maughold House facing Mrs Skillicorn, our late Uncle’s housekeeper, a somewhat formidable woman who nevertheless relented a little before Fenella’s eagerness.

  ‘Queer ways he had,’ she said. ‘Liked to set everyone puzzling and contriving.’

  ‘But the clues,’ cried Fenella. ‘The clues?’

  Deliberately, as she did everything, Mrs Skillicorn left the room. She returned after an absence of some minutes and held out a folded piece of paper.

  We unfolded it eagerly. It contained a doggerel rhyme in my Uncle’s crabbed handwriting.†

  Four points of the compass so there be

  S., and W., N. and E.

  East winds are bad for man and beast.

  Go south and west and

  North not east.

  ‘Oh!’ said Fenella, blankly.

  ‘Oh!’ said I, with much the same intonation.

  Mrs Skillicorn smiled on us with gloomy relish.

  ‘Not much sense to it, is there?’ she said helpfully.

  ‘It–I don’t see how to begin,’ said Fenella, piteously.

  ‘Beginning,’ I said, with a cheerfulness I did not feel, ‘is always the difficulty. Once we get going–’

  Mrs Skillicorn smiled more grimly than ever. She was a depressing woman.

  ‘Can’t you help us?’ asked Fenella, coaxingly.

  ‘I know nothing about the silly business. Didn’t confide in me, your uncle didn’t. I have told him to put his money in the bank, and no nonsense. I never knew what he was up to.’

  ‘He never went out with any chests–or anything of that kind?’

  ‘That he didn’t.’

  ‘You don’t know when he hid the stuff–whether it was lately or long ago?’

  Mrs Skillicorn shook her head.

  ‘Well,’ I said, trying to rally. ‘There are two possibilities. Either the treasure is hidden here, in the actual grounds, or else it may be hidden anywhere on the Island. It depends on the bulk, of course.’

  A sudden brain-wave occurred to Fenella.

  ‘You haven’t noticed anything missing?’ she said. ‘Among my Uncle’s things, I mean?’

  ‘Why, now, it’s odd your saying that–’

  ‘You have, then?’

  ‘As I say, it’s odd your saying that. Snuffboxes–there’s at least four of them I can’t lay my hand on anywhere.’

  ‘Four of them!’ cried Fenella, ‘that must be it! We’re on the track. Let’s go out in the garden and look about.’

  ‘There’s nothing there,’ said Mrs Skillicorn. ‘I’d know if there were. Your Uncle couldn’t have buried anything in the garden without my knowing about it.’

  ‘Points of the compass are mentioned,’ I said. ‘The first thing we need is a map of the Island.’

  ‘There’s one of that desk,’ said Mrs Skillicorn.

  Fenella unfolded it eagerly. Something fluttered out as she did so. I caught it.

  ‘Hullo,’ I said. ‘This looks like a further clue.’

  We both went over it eagerly.

  It appeared to be a rude kind of map. There was a cross on it and a circle and a pointing arrow, and directions were roughly indicated, but it was hardly illuminating. We studied it in silence.†

  ‘It’s not very illuminating, is it?’ said Fenella.

  ‘Naturally it wants puzzling over,’ I said. ‘We can’t expect it to leap to the eye.’

  Mrs Skillicorn interrupted with a suggestion of supper, to which we agreed thankfully.

  ‘And could we have some coffee?’ said Fenella. ‘Lots of it–very black.’

  Mrs Skillicorn provided us with an excellent meal, and at its conclusion a large jug of coffee made its appearance.

  ‘And now,’ said Fenella, ‘we must get down to it.’

  ‘The first thing,’ I said, ‘is direction. This seems to point clearly to the north-east of the Island.’

  ‘It seems so. Let’s look at the map.’

  We studied the map attentively.

  ‘It all depends on how you take the thing,’ said Fenella. ‘Does the cross represent the treasure? Or is it something like a church? There really ought to be rules!’

  ‘That would make it too easy.’

  ‘I suppose it would. Why are there little lines one side of the circle and not the other.’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘Are there any more maps anywhere?’

  We were sitting in the library. There were several excellent maps. There were also various guide books descriptive of the Island. There was a book on folklore. There was a book on the history of the Island. We read them all.

  And at last we formed a possible theory.

  ‘It does seem to fit,’ said Fenella at last. ‘I mean the two together is a likely conjunction which doesn’t seem to occur anywhere else.’

  ‘It’s worth trying, anyhow,’ I said. ‘I don’t think we can do anything more tonight. Tomorrow, first thing, we’ll hire a car and go off and try our luck.’

  ‘It’s tomorrow now,’ said Fenella. ‘Half-past two! Just fancy!’

  III

  Early morning saw us on the road. We had hired a car for a week, arranging to drive it ourselves. Fenella’s spirits rose as we sped along the excellent road, mile after mile.

  ‘If only it wasn’t for the other two, what fun this would be,’ she said. ‘This is where the Derby was originally run, wasn’t it? Before it was changed to Epsom. How queer that is to think of!’

  I drew her attention to a farmhouse.

  ‘That must be where there is said to be a secret passage running under the sea to that island.’

  ‘What fun! I love secret passages, don’t you? Oh! Juan, we’re getting quite near now. I’m terribly excited. If we should be right!’

  Five minutes later we abandoned the car.

  ‘Everything’s in the right position,’ said Fenella, tremulously.

  We walked on.

  ‘Six of them–that’s right. Now between these two. Have you got the compass?’

  Five minutes later, we were standing facing each other, an incredulous joy on our faces–and on my outstretched palm lay an antique snuffbox.

  We had been successful!

  On our return to Maughold House, Mrs Skillicorn met us with the information that two gentlemen had arrived. One had departed again, but the other was in the library.

  A tall, fair man, with a florid face, rose smilingly from an armchair as we entered the room.

  ‘Mr Faraker and Miss Mylecharane? Delighted to meet you. I am your distant cousin, Dr Fayll. Amusing game all this, isn’t it?’

  His manner was urbane and pleasant, but I took an immediate dislike to him. I felt that in some way the man was dangerous. His pleasant manner was, somehow, too pleasant, and his eyes never met yours fairly.

  ‘I’m afraid we’ve got bad news for you,’ I said. ‘Miss Mylecharane and myself have already discovered the first “treasure”.’

  He took it very well.

  ‘Too bad–too bad. Posts from here must be odd. Barford and I started at once.’

  We did not dare to confess the perfidy of Uncle Myles.

  ‘Anyway, we shall all start fair for the second round,’ said Fenella.

  ‘Splendid. What about getting down to the clues right away? Your excellent Mrs–er–Skillicorn holds them, I believe?’

  ‘That wouldn’t be fair to Mr Corjeag,’ said Fenella, quickly. ‘We must wait for him.’

  ‘True, true–I had forgotten. We must get in touch with him as quickly as possible. I will see to that–you two must be tired out and want to rest.’

  Thereup
on he took his departure. Ewan Corjeag must have been unexpectedly difficult to find, for it was not till nearly eleven o’clock that night that Dr Fayll rang up. He suggested that he and Ewan should come over to Maughold House at ten o’clock the following morning, when Mrs Skillicorn could hand us out the clues.

  ‘That will do splendidly,’ said Fenella. ‘Ten o’clock tomorrow.’

  We retired to bed tired but happy.

  IV

  The following morning we were aroused by Mrs Skillicorn, completely shaken out of her usual pessimistic calm.

  ‘Whatever do you think?’ she panted. ‘The house has been broken into.’

  ‘Burglars?’ I exclaimed, incredulously. ‘Has anything been taken?’

  ‘Not a thing–and that’s the odd part of it! No doubt they were after the silver–but the door being locked on the outside they couldn’t get any further.’

  Fenella and I accompanied her to the scene of the outrage, which happened to be in her own sitting-room. The window there had undeniably been forced, yet nothing seemed to have been taken. It was all rather curious.

  ‘I don’t see what they can have been looking for?’ said Fenella.

  ‘It’s not as though there were a “treasure chest” hidden in the house,’ I agreed facetiously. Suddenly an idea flashed into my mind. I turned to Mrs Skillicorn. ‘The clues–the clues you were to give us this morning?’

  ‘Why to be sure–they’re in that top drawer.’ She went across to it. ‘Why–I do declare–there’s nothing here! They’re gone!’

  ‘Not burglars,’ I said. ‘Our esteemed relations!’ And I remember Uncle Myles’s warning on the subject of unscrupulous dealing. Clearly he had known what he was talking about. A dirty trick!

  ‘Hush,’ said Fenella, suddenly, holding up a finger. ‘What was that?’

 

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