Zulima told the detective where her uncle was domiciled. Then, womanlike, she burst into a flood of tears. Bitterly did she regret ever having become acquainted with the explorer.
Burt found Frank in the hallway and told him of his discovery.
“Have you got Bull Blair?” asked Hare.
“No.”
“Then you look after the Abyssinians and I’ll have another try at cooking his mutton.”
“Don’t you want to come with me?” remarked Burt.
“Do you want me?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then I will look Bull up if I can. He won’t give me the shake this time if I succeed in getting the nippers on him.”
Burt returned to Zulima. She had stopped weeping.