“Yes; one you must have been bleeding rather liberally.”
“I certainly do not know what you are trying to get at.”
“I refer to the Abyssinian priest who is known as Ajeeb.”
Again the English crook started. How had the detective learned of the connection?
That puzzled the rascal. First he thought that perhaps Burt Cromwell had captured Ajeeb and the latter had informed against him. Billy dismissed that thought almost at its birth. Ajeeb would never squeal, he told himself.
“I don’t know the man you refer to,” replied Barry.
“I have proof that you do know him,” said Burt Cromwell.
“Proof, eh?”
“Yes; that of Enoch Cook.”
A light broke upon Billy. Stolburst had told his fellow prisoner about him.