"By Jiminy, she has scratched the wrong dog's ear!" he growled to me as we went to the door together.
"They're all in there!" I said excitedly, when the door slammed shut behind us. "Hurry down and get me a gun! I'll hold the door while you run for police and have 'em arrested!"
"Piffle!" he said. "Come on! Three Sultan's witnesses and two lone white women against us two—come away! Come away!"
Monty and Fred were still out, so we went to our own room.
"I'm wondering," I said, "what Monty will say."
"I'm not!" said Will. "I'm not troubling, either! I'm not going to tell Monty a blessed word! See here—she thinks she knows where some o' that ivory is. Maybe the government of German East Africa is in on the deal, and maybe not; that makes no present difference. She thinks she's wise. And she has fixed up with the Sultan to have him claim it when found, so's she'll get a fat slice of the melon. There's a scheme on to get the stuff, when who should come on the scene but our little party, and that makes 'em all nervous, 'cause Monty's a bad man to be up against. Remember: she claimed that she knows Monty and he knows her. She means by that that he knows she's a desperado, and she thinks he'll draw the line at a trip that promises murder and blackmail and such like dirty work. So she puts a scare into us with a view to our throwing a scare into him. If I scare any one, it's going to be that dame herself. I'll not tell Monty a thing!"
"How about Coutlass the Greek?" said I. "D'you suppose he's her accomplice?"
"Maybe! One of her dupes perhaps! I suspect she'll suck him dry of information and cast him off like a lemon rind. I dare bet she's using him. She can't use me! Shall you tell Monty?"
"No," I said. "Not unless we both agreed."
He nodded. "You and I weren't born to what they call the purple.
We're no diplomatists; but we get each other's meaning."