“Roosevelt became aware of the treasure?”
“Absolutely. But he had a personal motive in squelching the find. As the hero of San Juan Hill, Roosevelt didn’t want his own legacy tarnished by a perceived greedy lure for treasure. On top of that, things were deteriorating in Mexico during the last years of his presidency. Insurrection was growing against the Mexican leader Porfirio Díaz, which would eventually lead to the Mexican Revolution. Roosevelt knew that the Mexican public would be outraged at news that the U.S. possessed Moctezuma’s treasure, aggravating an already sensitive border situation.”
“So he buried the whole matter.”
“Quite literally. Roosevelt ordered the treasure sealed where it was. Records of its discovery were purged, and those few who knew of its existence were sworn to secrecy… not to mention banned from ever setting foot on Guantánamo Bay again. I was clued in when I stumbled upon an Executive Order signed by Roosevelt directing the construction of a secret sealed repository on the base for so-called sensitive items.”
“And after that, time eventually eroded its memory.”
“Precisely.”
Summer stepped up to the two men carrying a carved stone figurine of a heron with jeweled eyes and a gold bill. “Isn’t it beautiful? The craftsmanship is remarkable.”
“There’s enough gold here to pay off the national debt,” Dirk said.
“It’s quite a collection,” Perlmutter said. “I just hope World War Three doesn’t break out over its disposition.”
“Dirk and I have it all figured out,” Summer said. “One third will go to the National Museum in Havana, one third will go to the Xalapa Anthropology Museum in Veracruz, and one third will go to the Smithsonian in Washington, with the requirement that the full collection rotate every five years.”
“That sounds like an equitable plan,” Pitt said, “but what if the Navy wants to keep it all?”
Summer smiled a wicked grin, then reached an arm around Commander Joyce and pulled the diminutive man close. “In that case, we may have to take a lesson from the Aztecs and cut out a few hearts.”
84
The knock at the door of the hillside home startled its occupants, who seldom received visitors anymore.
“I’ll see who it is,” Salvador Fariñas said to his wife, who was in the kitchen filleting a fish for dinner.
Fariñas opened the door and stepped outside to converse with the visitors. After several minutes, he poked his head back through the doorway and called to his wife. “Maria, you better come see.”
Maria wiped her hands on her apron and strode outside with an impatient gait. She found a delivery truck parked in their drive and two men unloading numerous thin crates.
Fariñas was opening one of the crates with a screwdriver when he noticed his wife. “Maria, they’ve come back! They’ve come back to you!”
She approached with a confused look as he pried off the crate facing. Inside was a painting of an old woman holding a bouquet of flowers. Maria instantly recognized the portrait of her mother, one she had painted forty years earlier. “My painting of Mama,” she murmured.
She looked to the truck and the other crates being offloaded. “These are all my paintings?”
“Yes!” Fariñas said. “They all have been returned.”
Her eyes glistened. “I don’t understand.”
A switch seemed to flick on inside the woman, banishing the tired and defeated heart she had carried for the past several decades. With her husband, she eagerly pried open the crates, looking upon her works as a mother to her children.
When the last crate was unloaded, one of the deliverymen approached. “This is for you, Señora Fariñas.” He handed her a thick envelope. “Have a nice day.”
“Thank you,” she replied, opening the envelope. Inside was a note and a thin object wrapped in brown paper. She pulled open the note.
Maria,
Always remember, the artist who lives within can never die.
Dirk Pitt
She unfurled the brown paper to find a fine Kolinsky sable-hair artist’s brush inside.
Tears began cascading down her cheeks. She dabbed them away with her apron until regaining her composure. Then she raised the brush in the air and in a powerful voice said, “Absolutamente!”