“He is a detective, in the employ of Henry Stolburst.”
“So?” laughed Ajeeb. “And what did he say to make you feel sad?”
Zulima detailed the conversation between herself and Burt.
“Did you believe him?” Ajeeb asked, when she had concluded.
“Why not?”
The high priest scowled. Nothing could drive it from his mind but that Stolburst possessed the Eye of Jobu.
“The thief,” he said, “tells almost a similar story.”
“Where is Stolburst?”
“What matters it to you?”
“Do not be so harsh.”