"Your father is rich—very rich?"
"What does that concern you?"
"You are brave, and your father must love you."
Spero did not answer, but his eyes sparkled when Maldar spoke his father's name.
"I will know how to strike your proud father; he shall grovel in the dust at my feet. I—"
He stopped short. A new idea seemed to have taken possession of him.
"All the prisoners are dead, are they not?" he asked, turning to a sheik.
"No, master, one still lives, a French officer."
"His name?"
"Captain Joliette."