Part 10 (1/2)
”Come in!” said a voice, and I followed Yerkes in
We were azelle eyes and ti to an inner room
”What's the trouble?” deo on in Yerkes led the way again iuered dames, but I looked back and saw that the Syrian woman had locked the outer door Before I could tell Will that, he was in the next room, so I followed, and, like him, stood rather bewildered
Lady Saffren Waldon sat facing us, rather triumphant, in no apparent trouble, not alone There were four very well-dressed Arabs standing to one side She sat in a basket chair by a door that pretty obviously led into her bedrooh I suspected there was not ht you were being murdered!” said Yerkes, out of breath
”Oh, indeed, no! Nothing of the kind! I fell and twisted my ankle--very painful, but not serious Since you are here, sit doon't you?”
”No, thanks,” said he, turning to go
”The maid locked the door on us!” said I, and before the words were out of my mouth three of the Arabs slipped into the outer room There was no hint or display of weapons of any kind, but they were big aruns apiece
”She'll open it!” said Will, with inflection that a fool could understand
”One minute, please!” said Lady Saffren Waldon (It was no poor i courtiers about)
”We didn't come to talk,” said Will ”Heard screams Made a mistake
Sorry We're off!”
”No an to show itself The change in her voice was too swift and pronounced to be convincing ”I did scream I was, in pain It was kind of you to coentle roonified
”Soeain
”No--now!” she said ”It's no use--you can't get out! You lanced at each other and both rehed
”Take seats,” she said, with a very regal gesture She was not carelessly dressed, as she had been earlier in the day From hair to silken hose and white kid shoes she was ie and powder now In that yellow laood-looking In fact, she was good-looking at any tiht with the tale of youth
Her eyes eapons, nothing less We reentle to the Arab to commence, and he bowed--frohness the Sultan of Zanzibar” he announced, a little po their own importance Arabs very seldom err in the direction of under-estimate) ”I speak about the ivory, which I am informed you propose to set out on a journey to discover”
”Where did you get your information?” Yerkes countered
”Don't be absurd!” ordered Lady Safrren Waldon ”I gave it to hiet it?”
”Where did you get it, then?” he retorted
”Never mind! Listen to what Hahtly a second time
”The ivory you seek,” he said, ”is said to be Tippoo Tib's own, and he will not tell the hiding-places It does not belong to hio sed by the interest on claiainst hihness the Sultan of Zanzibar, and whoever discovers it shall receive reward frohwith suitable parties intending to make search”