“Both belong to me,” cried the Indian angrily.
“I think not. And as our interests are opposed, you can scarcely expect me to reply to your questions further.”
“But if we join forces, we shall be stronger to learn the truth.”
“Possibly, but if the discovery of the truth—I suppose you mean in connection with the whereabouts of the treasure—means your having half the jewels, I prefer to work alone.” Fuller thought for a moment, then added slowly, “of course Miss Inderwick may be willing to make terms with you regarding the sharing of the gems on one condition?”
“What is that?” demanded Bakche eagerly, and with flashing eyes.
“She believes her uncle to be innocent, and I am half inclined to agree with her, notwithstanding the weight of evidence against him. Now if you can prove his innocence, and thus do a service to Miss Inderwick, why then——”
“But how can I prove his innocence?” asked Bakche in a puzzled manner. “I know nothing about the murder.”
“I never supposed you did. However, the proving of Sorley’s innocence is your affair, if you want to get a share in the jewels.”
Bakche took a turn up and down the room. “I may know more of this affair than you think,” he said abruptly.
“Probably you do since you say so. Well?”