“Well, my brother?” he exclaimed.
“My grandmother, Hatatcha, is dead,” said Kāra.
The Englishman shrank back in horror.
“You have killed her?”
“Oh, no; not at all,” answered the other composedly. “She was dying when I returned home after my conversation with you. It would not pay me to kill Hatatcha, you know.”
“What did you learn from her?”
“Nothing. She was beyond questioning. But she whispered that I should seek under the rushes of her bed for my inheritance, and then Anubis took her to his kingdom. Her secret, if she had one, she carried with her.”
Winston was deeply chagrined. He reproached himself for not having interviewed the old woman in person and endeavored to wrest her secret from her. Now, alas, it was too late!
“What have you in the sack?” he inquired, almost indifferently.
“My inheritance,” said Kāra.