right," nodded Monty. "The man's dead. Blew his brains out with
his last cartridge. Looked to me to have lost himself. Slept in
trees, I should say. Clothing all torn. Hadn't been dead long when
some of my boys came on him and drove away the jackals. Had he been in
a fight, do you know?"

But we would not tell him that tale until we had his own.

"Mine's short and simple," he began. "Some ruffians boarded my ship at
Suez, who made such eyes at me, and so obviously intended to do me
damage at the first opportunity, that I talked it over with the captain
(giving him a hint or two of the possible reason) and he agreed to slip
me off secretly at Ismailia. It was easy--middle of the night, you
know--had the doctor isolate the ruffians on the starboard side while
the ship anchored--some cooked-up excuse about quarantine--and kept 'em
out of sight of what was happening until the ship went on again. Very
simple."

"Go on, Didums--we'll be all night talking--what did you do with the
King of Belgium?" Fred demanded.

"Nothing. Didn't go near the King of Belgium. I was quarantined at
Ismailia on wholly imaginary grounds for fourteen days; and who should
come smiling into the same lazaretto on the last day but Frederick
Courtney--a very old friend of mine!"

"He was to go to Somaliland," I said.

"So he told me. He's on his way there now. Decided for reasons of his
own to enter the country by way of Abyssinia. Told me of the advice
he'd given you fellows, and assured me he'd seen King Leopold himself
on the very matter scarcely a year before. Of course, he said, I might
succeed where he failed, using influence and all that sort of thing,
but he assured me Leopold was hard to deal with, and difficult to tie
down. His advice was, go back to Elgon, and hunt for the stuff there."

"That's what he kept advising us," said Will. "But why should he give
away his information free? And if it's good, where did he get it?"

"Courtney's no dog in the manger," Monty answered. "He told me of this
man Schillingschen. Said he had sent in a report about him to the Home
Government, but couldn't for the life of him get documentary evidence
with which to back up his charges."

Will whistled, and drew out the diary he had rescued from the tin box.
Fred nodded. Will threw it to Monty, who caught it.

"He told me this Schillingschen had searched the whole country over for
the stuff--had it straight from Schillingschen's b