Havana Storm (Dirk Pitt 23)

Joyce couldn’t believe his eyes. “What is all this?”

Pitt pointed to a large cotton cloak covered in jewels and bright green feathers. “The treasure of Montezuma.”

Summer hugged her brother. “It’s a small redemption for Dr. Torres.”

Perlmutter gazed at the artifacts with child-like wonder. “It’s all true,” he murmured.

Pitt strode up to the big man. “St. Julien, I believe you may have been holding out on us. You knew it was here all the time, didn’t you?”

Perlmutter smiled. “I wasn’t eager to rewrite history, but there is no disputing the facts. As we now know, it seems a Spanish commando force aligned with the archeologist Julio Rodriguez blew up the Maine in order to obtain the Aztec stone. The autopsy report on Ellsworth Boyd was the clue. It indicated he died from a gunshot wound, and you very likely found on the wreck itself the Spanish revolver that caused it.”

“It would seem Rodriguez was on his way here in the San Antonio,” Pitt said.

“He had performed fieldwork years earlier on a Taíno Indian site in Guantánamo Bay, so he knew the local geography. I believe the diagram on Boyd’s stone was sufficient to trigger recognition once he had possession of it and he was beating a path here.”

“But if the San Antonio sank with the stone, how did the U.S. know where to find it? And why is the treasure still here?”

“It’s apparent that Boyd knew the significance of the stone,” Perlmutter said. “His partner was an expert in Mesoamerican cultures, so they quickly latched onto the link with Moctezuma’s treasure. I suspect he was returning to New York with the stone to raise funds for a search. Instead, his ship broke down in Santiago and he was chased to Havana by Rodriguez and ultimately killed for it on the Maine.

“But he had already told the Cuban Consul General and the captain of the Maine all he knew,” Perlmutter said. “I discovered several communiqués related to the Maine’s sinking that referred to what was called ‘Boyd’s Find.’ Hence the urgent chase and sinking of the San Antonio by the American fleet. Rodriguez lived just long enough after he was pulled from the sea to point the finger at Guantánamo. The military records are quite abundant, after that point, on the strategic necessity of capturing Guantánamo Bay.”

“Are you saying the Spanish–American War was initiated over Moctezuma’s treasure?” Pitt said.

Perlmutter nodded. “It was a key factor any way you slice it. The Maine was sunk on account of it, as was our response to invade Cuba.”

“So why was it left here?”

“The powers in Washington didn’t want to upset the newly independent Cuban state. On top of that, the U.S. gained an immediate boost as a new world power by its decisive defeat of the Spanish fleet here, and in the Philippines.

“So instead the discovery was covered up. President McKinley figured it would be better to wait a few years before revealing its existence, so he ordered the treasure kept under lock and key until after he left office. Perhaps he didn’t count on Theodore Roosevelt succeeding him.”

“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.