CHAPTER V.
"We will go at four," said Jacobs, coming into my room after tiffin. "I said three this morning, but it is not a bad plan to keep natives waiting."
"Why do we go?" I inquired, languidly.
"The Certain Mighty Personage has a prisoner whom I wish to purchase."
"Who is it?"
Leaning over until his mouth almost touched my ear, he whispered quietly:
"Number One."
"The devil, you say!" I ejaculated, surprised out of grammar and decorum by the startling news.
"Are you thinking of marrying Miss Eastinhoe?" I demanded, after a pause of some tiffins.