For answer Guy hastily rose, and, loosening his clothes, unhooked a small buckskin belt. He tore open the end and dropped a stream of golden sovereigns into his hand.
“Here is money!” he cried. “The Arabs overlooked this when they searched me.”
The Greek’s eyes glittered.
“Give me twenty,” he said. “That will be plenty.”
He stowed the coins away in his clothes and picked up the lamp.
“I must leave you now,” he said. “I will return in the morning.”
He would have added more, but steps were heard in the corridor. The dungeon door clanged behind him, and Guy and Melton were left in darkness, half stupefied by the strange story they had just heard and by the hope of escape which the Greek so confidently held out to them.