Ajeeb’s diabolical features lit up with unholy joy.
“So,” he said, “I made no mistake? The spirit of Jobu directed me.”
“Would that I had the green diamond, that I might return it.”
The Abyssinian started. After the admission made by his prisoner, he considered the jewel within reach.
“You sold it—to whom?”
“I did not sell the diamond,” answered Stolburst.
“Nor give it away?”
“No.”
“Then what became of it?”
“It was stolen from me.”