Balkis made a step towards him, and her big eyes rolled savagely. "Why are you talking like this?" she asked hoarsely.
"If you know Tamaroo he will tell you."
"Tell me yourself, mister."
"There's no reason why I should not. I have come here for certain information, and I don't go away till I get it."
"Information about what?" she demanded unpleasantly.
"About certain people whom you know. Captain Berry, his niece, Tamaroo, and Lancaster."
"Lancaster--the wretch who murdered my Walter!" cried Balkis, with a tragic air. "See here, mister, I have men below--foreign men, who carry knives. At a word from me they'd cut your tongue out."
"At the risk of having a hole drilled through them," said Eustace.
Balkis seemed disconcerted, as she apparently did not expect that he would be armed. "Who are you--your name?"
"Eustace Jarman."