e-looking man, with nose and eyes
expressive of keen thought, and the groomed gray beard that makes an
Arab always dignified.

"Some other time," said Will. "I've an engagement!" And he turned to
go again.

"No--now!" she said. "It's no use--you can't get out! You may as well
be sensible and listen!"

We glanced at each other and both remembered Monty's warning. Will
laughed.

"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 immaculate, and she wore rouge
and powder now. In that yellow lamplight (carefully placed, no doubt)
she was certainly good-looking. In fact, she was good-looking at any
time, and only no longer able to face daylight with the tale of youth.
Her eyes were weapons, nothing less. We remained standing.

"This gentleman will speak to you," she said, motioning to the Arab to
commence, and he bowed--from the shoulders upward.

"I am from His Highness the Sultan of Zanzibar" he announced, a little
pompously. "A minister from His Highness." (In announcing 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 him!
Where else need he go to get it?"

"Where did you get it, then?" he retorted.

"Never mind! Listen to what Hamed Ibrahim has to say!"

The Arab bowed his head slightly 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 him. Such
little part of it as ever was his was long ago swallowed by the
interest on claims against him. The whole is now in truth the property
of His Highness the Sultan of Zanzibar, and whoever discovers it shall
receive reward from the owner. His Highness is willing, through me his
minister, to make treaty in advance in writing with suitable parties
intending to make search."

"You mean the Sultan wants to hire me to hunt for ivory for him?" Will
asked, and the Arab made a gesture of impatience. At that Lady Saffren
Waldon cut in, very vinegary once more.

"You two men are prisoners! Show much more sense! Come to terms or
take the consequences! Listen! Tippoo Tib buried the ivory. The
Sultan