“Perhaps, sir,” returned Zulima icily, “you know my uncle better than I.”
“I don’t know him at all, but I hope to soon make his acquaintance.”
“Beware; he is one of the anointed of Jobu.”
“With all respect for you, allow me to say that if he were a priest a hundred times over he shall be made to suffer at the hands of the law,” said Burt.
“Rash man, you will rush to your own destruction.”
Again Burt smiled.
“My lady,” he remarked, “I never allow myself to be frightened at threats.”
“Of what is Ajeeb accused?”
“I have already spoken of the torture to which Stolburst was subjected.”
“The man has not been murdered,” she remarked calmly.