Part 5: The Sun Never Sets
March, 1885
La Moneda, Santiago
President Santa Maria and Anibal Zañartu, his Minister of Foreign Relations awaited impatiently. It was ten past twelve, and the British representatives haven't appeared yet. That was deliberate, and it made both men even more anxious.
It took an eternity of ten minutes for them to arrive, while Santa Maria and Zañartu discussed how to prevent the British from annexing whatever they felt like as compensation for the Navy's shenanigans. The President almost wanted to start one just so that den of Conservatives could get all their ships sunk, which would be a favour to the country.
And, although it was true that he ordered the mobilization of sailors to quell the strike in Almonte, he gave explicit rules of engagement to prevent any bloodshed. They went unheard, and now it might result in even more bloodshed, just as the country was coming out of one war.
An aide announced Sir Francis Pakenham, ambassador to Chile, and Admiral John Baird, commander of the HMS Swiftsure and commander of the Pacific Squadron. Formalities were exchanged, and then they went to business.
"Your boys have caused a bit of a stir back home, Your Excellency." Said Baird, excercising the famed British understatement. "Some papers are clamoring for blood, and now there's a lot of people who want us to humble your country."
"Which you can do, easily enough." Santa Maria admitted.
"Between us, though, I believe that any military action is unlikely... if Chilean authorities cooperate." - Pakenham added. He was a diplomat, and in his mind that meant that he was there to get the results without paying its price in blood. He was congenial most of the time, and was well liked by the local authorities for what seemed like an easygoing nature. That wouldn't serve him now, and so he changed his tone to one more authoritative. - "We will need to investigate the killing of our countrymen. Independently. You will give us free reign to inquire whomever we want in the areas of interest."
- "We can't do that." - Zañartu interjected, sharply. - "What guarantees that you won't abuse that free rein?"
Admiral Baird threw a smile. The Chilean minister had nerve, and he couldn't help but like it.
- "And what do you propose?"
- "The grievances of the British Empire are, of course, legitimate, but we would like a neutral third party to mediate and aid in the investigation."
- "This is... sensible." - The Ambassador admitted. - "Do you have any suggestions?"
- "Either the German Empire, or the French Republic. Neither have significant economic interests in region, which would help them mantain their neutrality."
- "What about the United States?" - Asked Admiral Baird.
- "Relations between Chile and the United States of America aren't the best." - Explained Francis Pakenham. - "They backed Peru during the last war, and would want to take advantage of this."
- "Let's not kid ourselves. We're all trying to take advantage here." - President Santa Maria said jokingly, although it wasn't a laughing matter.
The conversation went back and forth. The Chileans knew they couldn't push too far against the British Empire, and that it was only due to Ambassador Pakenham that Admiral Baird was sitting at La Moneda instead of ordering the bombardment of Valparaiso aboard the
HMS Switfsure.
In the end, it was agreed that a joint Anglo-German commission would investigate the events at Almonte.
May, 1885
Almonte, Tarapacá
Mouchot wasn't thrilled to see
Rosbifs and
Casqués a Pointé merrily working together. He had personal grievances with the formers, and any good Frenchman would dislike the latter on principle alone... even if they were excellent engineers. He didn't understand what the Germans were doing in the middle of the middle of nowhere, but here they were. Anyways, Germans occupying Almonte or not, he had work to do and deadlines to meet.
He had resigned from his job at the TSC the morning after the masacre, as did Serrano. The money wasn't as good since they went independent, but they had enough contracts producing solar collectors to distilleries and water stations to make a comfortable living. And it was much, much more dignified than making lessons to bored students in France. They even had some hired workers.
Still, he knew his invention had much more potential than this.
He was calibrating the mirrors on one of his parabolic collectors. A five meter diameter furnace, rated to produce 350°C between 9 and 18, for a bakery in Iquique. The concentrating lens kept swinging to one side, which was caused by an imperfect alignment of the mirrors.
So he was lost in his job when Serrano entered the workshop which was once his garden. He came with an englishman and what he mistook for a bavarian wurst at first. The english sailor probably served in India, and so he was accustomed to the heat, but the German clearly hadn't experienced anything above 25 before, and it showed.
"Augustin, I present you Lieutenant Commander Damian Cottrell of the British Navy and Dr Klaus Hess."
He greeted them. Coldly.
"Gentlemen, I am a bit busy as you can see, so we might have to make this brief." - he said in French. He expected everyone to understand him.
"Monsieur Mouchot, we are investigating the events at the Tarapacá Saltpeter Company's office and we need to know more about your device. Numerous accounts put it in a central place on the events that occured in February."
"You mean the massacre. And yes, it was my device that made those vampires at the TSC to get greedy. What about it."
"Well, for one we would like to see a demonstration of it working. We've seen it, and Dr. Hess assures me this should work... but it doesn't."
"Figures. Those money grubbing idiots wouldn't bother maintaining it, and now it has stopped."
"Would you care to give us a demonstration of the Mouchot-Louis Boiler?" - Asked Cottrell
"Mouchot-
Puig Boiler. This was a joint desing... and I guess I don't have a choice in the matter, do I?"
"No, you don't." - Admitted the Brit.
The offices of the TSC were a shadow of its former self. A platoon of british soldiers were deployed, and only a few workers remained. The stench of death still lingered, and blackened stains remained on the floors. Mouchot felt a bit validated that his machines fell into disrepair and were useless without proper care.
But the boiler itself, that hit him. It was a product of love, it worked cheaply and reliably and all it asked in return was some calibration and adjustment every night. Pipes would need to be tightened, mirrors would need cleaning. The superstructure needed to be redirected. Less than an hour of work for a team of ten, but the bastards still skimped on it. Had it been a coal boiler, it would have exploded long ago. Instead, it grew tired and went to sleep.
Mouchot woke it up, with the help of Serrano and Puig. Not all of it, just enough to demonstrate its operation. Water came on one side, steam left the other.
"This is an impressive machine, Monsieur Mouchot." - Complimented Mr. Cottrell.
"To use the Sun in such a manner... this is indeed ingenious."
"It is. And I wasted fifteen years because you brits flooded our country with cheap coal. If I had been heard back in France, entire factories would be working with the sun." - Mouchot let go. - "But I guess that you'd like to know how this machine resulted in a massacre."
"Actually, it is both. I started as an Enngineering Officer, and I understand enough to see that this device could prove very useful in other places... to be perfectly clear, London will demand dissolution of the TSC, and forfeiture of its assets. This includes any intellectual property, which to my knowledge includes this boiler."
"And you plan to grab them?"
"Yes." Cottrell admitted. "But I understand this is your work and I would like to acquire a license to build your devices. I can see an immense demand for a coalless boiler in Australia and the Sahara, and you are the expert on the subject."
"So you want me to give away part of my life's work."
"Yes." Cottrell repeated.
The Almonte Massacre was a shocking event, once that turned public opinion against the victorious Chilean Navy and shook the whole political class. Given how much of the workers massacred were discharged Army veterans who shed blood for the lands conquered, the Navy was seen as traitors and murderers and thoroughly discredited in the eyes of the public.
Similarly, the Conservative Party was the faction that most energetically attacked the strikers, as evidenced by editorial columns in El Mercurio de Valparaiso. It, too, took a massive hit that resulted in resignations and, tragically, the suicide of El Mercurio's Editor Augustin Edwards Ross for the consequences his columns would bring to Chile. The Liberal Party, in power, also took a hit as it was in the position of defusing the situation but tried to play politics during a time when its legitimacy was heavily questioned.
But, the Public Opinion had its sights set on the Navy and the Conservatives, even more so after London got involved and the prospect of a war became very real. In one act of brutality, the up and coming Republic had discredited itself in the eyes of the world, and it took some clever political maneuvering by Anibal Zañartu (and the diplomatic expertise of Sir Francis Pakenham, who wanted to avoid a war that would ultimately grant the British control in South America to the United States) to prevent further escalation.
While the issue wasn't resolved with it, the joint British-German commission was an important step in venting the rage of the British public opinion. The investigation would be thorough, and involve technical experts to gauge just how much of the testimonials was true.
For the purposes of this work, the Pakenham-Zanartu commission was important in only one matter: it was the first international exposure of Mouchot's work, and the first example of industrial-scale application of solar energy to become known in academic and engineering circles.
It remained a curiosity still, but one that had proven itself to work.