“Where are you going now?”
“I am going after the Incas’ treasure,” he said, coolly. “Have you anything to say why I shall not?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“The Incas’ treasure is gone!”
“How do you know?”
“I have been there.”
A fearful curse broke from Vane’s lips.
“Gone!” he thundered. “Who has dared to take it?”
“Red Muriel, the brigand.”