“We won’t quarrel. What are your terms, my dear sir?”
Burt named them. The terms must have suited, for Stolburst agreed to them without haggling. Then he took his leave.
The explorer had a small suite of rooms in a leading hotel. That evening he received a visitor there who was entirely unexpected. It was Zulima, who had never before called upon him.
The girl’s eyes were red from weeping, and her whole appearance dejected.
“My dear,” said the explorer kindly, as he conducted his visitor to a chair, “what has happened? You seem unwell.”
She turned her great sorrowful eyes upon him, but did not reply.
“Why don’t you speak?” asked Stolburst, after a pause.
“You have seen Ajeeb?”
“Yes.”
“So have I,” said Zulima. “Do you know who is with him?”