Much against her inclination, Zulima accompanied the giant.
Ashah had only been a short period in New York, but he seemed to know the streets in that section of the city. Their journey ended at a handsome house on Forty-third Street.
In answer to Ashah’s ring, the door was opened by Ajeeb in person. The latter’s face was clouded, and he bestowed a fierce glance upon the princess.
“So,” he said, taking hold of her arm savagely, “you are false to us!”
“No, uncle.”
Ashah ascended to the second story, and the others entered a very elegantly appointed parlor.
“You visited Stolburst?”
“Yes.”
“And told him I meant to kill him?” growled Ajeeb.
“True; you had already threatened him with death yourself.”