'Van Torp.' Baraka pronounced the name distinctly, and nodded. 'Yes, I remember him well. He knows where the man is whom I seek, and he wrote the address for me. I have it. You will take me there in your ship, and I shall find him.'
'If you find him, what shall you say to him?' Logotheti asked.
'Few words. These perhaps: "You left me to die, but I am not dead, I am here. Through me you are a rich, great man. The rubies are my marriage portion, which you have taken. Now you must be my husband." That is all. Few words.'
'It is your right,' Logotheti answered. 'But he will not marry you.'
'Then he shall die,' replied Baraka, as quietly as if she were saying that he should go for a walk.
'If you kill him, the laws of that country may take your life,' objected the Greek.
'That will be my portion,' the girl answered, with profound indifference.
'You only have one life,' Logotheti observed. 'It is yours to throw away. But the man you seek is not in that country. Van Torp has telegraphed me that he is much nearer. Nevertheless, if you mean to kill [{259}] him, I will not take you to him, as I intended to do.'
Baraka's face had changed, though she had been determined not to betray surprise at anything he said; she turned to him, and fixed her eyes on his, and he saw her lashes quiver.
'You will tell me where he is,' she said anxiously. 'If you will not take me I will go alone with Spiro. I have been in many countries with no other help. I can go there also, where he is. You will tell me.'