“Why is that, Thelma?” Austin said.
“Hutch knew every wreck in the area. He’d dived on a number of them. He was an amateur historian. He did a pile of research. There was no record of any ship going down at this location.”
“He never told you where the wreck was?” Zavala said.
“My husband was as tight as a Chesapeake oyster. He was real old-fashioned. Thought women were natural gossips. He said he would tell once he brought up some gold for me.”
“What made him think there was gold on the wreck?” Austin said.
“Lots of people don’t know that there were gold mines all around here at one time. Maryland. Virginia. Up into Pennsylvania.”
“It’s not surprising. I only learned last year that the area around the Chesapeake was major gold-mining country,” Austin said. “I came across a Gold Mine Café in Maryland and found out it was named after a defunct mine nearby.”
“Your husband guessed that some of that gold found its way onto the ship?” Zavala said.
“It was more than a guess, Handsome.” She tugged at the chain around her neck. Hanging from the chain was a gold pendant in the shape of a horse head. “He found this on his first dive. Gave it to me with the promise of more.” She sighed heavily. “Oh, Hutch,” she said. “You were worth more to me than any treasure.”
“Sorry to bring these memories back,” Austin said.
The bright smile came back. “Don’t worry, Kurt. I apologize for losing it.”
Zavala had a question. “Kurt and I had some trouble hoisting the helmet out of the water. It’s even heavier with the breastplate attached. I was wondering how your husband got in and out of his diving rig on his own.”
“Oh, he wasn’t alone. He was working with a crewman named Tom Lowry when he found the wreck, so he had to bring him in on the secret. Tom became his dive tender. Hutch promised to split anything they found fifty-fifty.”
“Is Tom still alive?” Austin said.
“The wreck killed him too,” Thelma said. “Coast Guard figured that Hutch ran into trouble below. Maybe his air hose got tangled. Tom was as strong as an ox but one beer short of a six-pack, if you catch my drift. He was intensely loyal to Hutch. My guess is that he dove over the side without thinking, got into trouble, and drowned.”
“Wouldn’t the Coast Guard have found the boat anchored at the wreck?” Austin said.
“A squall came up. The boat broke free and floated away. Tom’s body and the boat were found miles from the dive site. I sold the boat to one of Hutch’s friends, whom I later married.”
“Did you ever tell anyone about the treasure?”
She gave a vigorous shake of her head. “Not even the Coast Guard. That bad-luck wreck already killed two men. I didn’t want to make a widow out of myself or any other woman in town.”
“How many dives did Hutch make?” Zavala said.
“He went out twice.” She fingered the chain around her neck. “The first time, he found the pendant. The second time, he must have dove again after he found that jar.”
Austin put his beer down. “What jar is that, Thelma?”
“An old clay thing. Kinda green and gray, sealed at the top. I found it in a boat storage bin where Hutch and Tom must have put it. Still covered with seaweed. It was too light to contain gold, but I never had any desire to open it. I figured more bad luck would come pouring out. Just like Pandora.”
“May we see the jar?” Austin said.
Thelma looked embarrassed. “I wish you had come earlier. I gave it away a couple of days ago to a guy who stopped by. Said he was writing a book and heard scuttlebutt around town about Hutch and his wreck. When I told him about the jar, he asked if he could borrow and have it X-rayed. I said he could have it.”
“Was his name Saxon?” Austin said.
“That’s right. Tony Saxon. Good-looking guy, but not as handsome as you. Do you know him?”
“Slightly,” Austin said with a rueful grin. “Did he say where he was staying?”
“Nope,” she said after a moment’s thought. “I didn’t give away anything valuable, did I? This house needs lots of work.”
“Probably not,” Austin said. “But the helmet is yours, and it’s worth a lot of money.”