“That is your privilege,” smiled Achmet, in his half-sneering way. “When I am through, you may complain as much as you like; but first bring forth the professor, that I may question him. Why is he hiding?”
“Hiding? Do you think he would hide from you?” exclaimed Dick. “I tell you he is not here. Look for yourself.”
“And be right careful that none of our belongings stick to your fingers,” growled the Texan. “We’ve been robbed in various ways from London all the way here; but this is the first time any one has tried the game open and brazen, like this.”
“You are not in the least danger of being robbed,” assured the Turk. “I invite you to watch me, in order that you may see you have no complaint of that sort to make.”
He then looked into the adjoining room, and the bath.
“Well, are you satisfied?” demanded Dick.
Achmet showed a trace of annoyance and disappointment. He stated that he had been told by the Nubian that the professor was there, and further that he was sure Zenas Gunn had not left the hotel since his arrival.
“Which makes it plain that he has played the spy on us right along,” said Dick, addressing Brad, but not lowering his voice.
“Sure!” rasped Buckhart.
“I will wait for his return,” said the Turk. “While I am waiting, perhaps you will inform me what business has brought you to this country.”