“I never once thought of the safe when we were in the library!” Enid cried, leading the way. “I do hope it hasn’t been blown open!”
CHAPTER XI
The Zudi Drum
In the library, Enid paused before a large picture which hung from silken cords on the wall. To the surprise of Madge and Rex, she gave one of the gold cords a sharp jerk. The picture swung back to disclose a cleverly hidden safe.
“I guess those thieves weren’t so clever after all,” she chuckled. “Now, if only I haven’t forgotten the combination.”
After a moment’s thought she whirled the dials, repeating the numbers to herself. The safe failed to open and she tried again. This time, a sharp little click from within told her that she had worked the dials correctly. She turned the handle, and the heavy door swung back.
Rex and Madge crowded closer as Enid peered into the dark recess.
“Oh, it’s here! It’s here!” she cried jubilantly.
She reached into the opening and drew forth the Zudi Drum Bowl. It was a queer-shaped object, perhaps a foot and a half in diameter at the opening, the sides of which were decorated with strange symbols. Madge examined the markings curiously.
“Well, if that’s the Zudi Drum I don’t see why those kidnappers are so keen to get it!” Rex commented. “I’d take the money every time!”
“I’m glad you’re not the spokesman for the gang,” Enid returned, smiling. “I’d rather part with this drum than several thousand dollars.”