I decided there was little harm in being frank with the man. He knew there was a treasure and that Van Dorn was after it and would not rest till he got it. So it would avail us nothing to lie, and I hoped our final safety might result from being frank and truthful.
“Van Dorn has already secured the treasure,” I answered.
For the first time the passionate heart of the man conquered his impassive frame. He gave a start of dismay and his face was for an instant contorted with fear and anger. But presently he controlled himself with a great effort and asked:
“When was this, Effendi?”
“Last night.”
“Were you with him?”
“Yes.”
“Where, then, is the robber now?”
“I do not know. We went to Luxor on business and our party was to wait for us at Tel-Ambra. When we arrived they were gone.”
I had reminded him of something. He looked at Archie and said: