Part 34 (1/2)

”You will not get down at all,” he said, in English.

”I'll have a try at any rate. Come along, Glanton.”

I am at home in the water but not for any time under it. Half the time spent by Ivondwe down there would have been enough to drown me several times over. However I would make the attempt.

The result was even as I expected. With all the will in the world I had not the power, and so far from getting to the bottom, I was forced to return to the surface almost immediately. Falkner fared not much better.

”It must be an awful depth,” he said. ”I couldn't even touch bottom, and I'm no slouch in the diving line.”

”Where ought we to search, Ivondwe?” I said in the vernacular, ”for so far there is no more trace than that left by a bird in the air? It will mean large reward to any who should help to find her--yes, many cattle.”

”Would that I might win such,” he answered. Then pointing with his stick, ”Lo, the _Amapolise_.”

Our horses began to snort and neigh, as the police patrol rode up. I recognised my former acquaintance, Sergeant Simc.o.x, but the inspector in command of the troop was along.

”I've just come from your house, Major Sewin,” he said after a few words of sympathy, ”and I left a couple of men there, so you need be under no apprehension by reason of your ladies being alone. Now have you lighted upon any fresh clue?”

”Eh? What? Clue?” echoed the old man dazedly. ”No.”

So I took up the parable, telling how I had found spoor leading to the waterhole and that here it had stopped. I pointed out where the ground had been smoothed over as though to erase the traces of a struggle.

”Now,” I concluded, ”if you will come a little apart with me, I'll tell you something that seems to bolster up my theory with a vengeance.”

He looked at me somewhat strangely, I thought. But he agreed, and I put him in possession of the facts about Ukozi in his relations with Major Sewin, and how Aida had consulted me about them during my absence in Zululand, bringing the story down to that last startling scene here on this very spot three nights ago.

”Well you ought to know something about native superst.i.tions, Mr Glanton,” he said. ”Yet this seems a strange one, and utterly without motive to boot.”

”I know enough about native superst.i.tions to know that I know nothing,”

I answered. ”I know this, that those exist which are not so much as suspected by white men, and produce actions which, as you say, seem utterly without motive.”

”If we could only lay claw on this witch doctor,” he said, thoughtfully.

”Yes indeed. But he'll take uncommonly good care that we can't.”

”Meanwhile I propose to arrest this boy on suspicion, for I find that he couldn't have been very far from where Miss Sewin was last seen, at the time.”

”Ivondwe?”

”That's his name. It may only be a coincidence mind--but you remember old Hensley's disappearance?”

”Rather.”

”Well this Ivondwe was temporarily doing some cattle herding for Hensley at the time, filling another man's place. It certainly is a coincidence that another mysterious disappearance should take place, and he right at hand again.”

”It certainly is,” I agreed. ”But Ivondwe has been here for months, and I've known him for years. There isn't a native I've a higher opinion of.”

”For all that I'm going to arrest him. It can do no harm and may do a great deal of good. But first I'll ask him a few questions.”

Inspector Manvers was colonial born and could speak the native language fluently. I warned him of Ivondwe's acquaintance with English in case he should say anything in an aside to me.

To every question, Ivondwe answered without hesitation. He had been looking after the cattle, yonder, over the rise, at the time, much too far off to have heard or seen anything. Had he been near, the dog would have kept him off. The dog was always unfriendly towards him.

”Where is Ukozi?” asked the inspector. The question was met by a deprecatory laugh.