“This is Kaffir work, certainly,” said Hume; “but,” putting it to his nose, “it has not the native flavour, strong and pungent. This string of teeth threaded on a gut is native, and so is this bracelet. Humph! Quartz. What a weight!” He opened his knife and scraped the surface. “Why, look here; it is half gold.”
A streak of shining yellow showed on one side, between two white veins of crystal.
“It’s as rich as that piece which my uncle broke from the Golden Rock. I wonder where he found it?”
“There’s something more in the bag,” said Miss Anstrade.
“It’s the empty cylinder,” said Webster.
She slipped her hand in, drew out the little tube and opened it, at the same time uttering a cry of surprise.
“Look here!” she said, drawing out a roll of paper.
“I swear,” said Webster, with excitement, “it was empty when I found it, for I placed my finger in.”
She flattened the paper out, and looked at them with eyes wide-opened, and a flush on her cheek.
There, in her hand, lay the missing copy of the map!