“I don’t doubt but it has cost Stolburst his life.”
“Have you no clue to his fate?”
“I am quite sure he fell into the hands of this Ajeeb; I know nothing more.”
Then Burt informed his assistant of his interview with the beautiful Zulima.
“Say, old man,” remarked Hare, “the murder of Monte Murphy is none of your funeral.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let the chaps at police headquarters find his murderer.”
“They could not possibly succeed unless Tony Riley, Enoch Cook, or myself give them a pointer,” said Burt.
“Burt, I don’t like that idea of yours in trusting Cook.”
“Why not?”