showed surprise as he viewed the tattered apparel of the Belgian.
"What has happened?" he asked.
Werper narrated all, save the little matter of the pouch of gems which were now tightly strapped about his waist, beneath his clothing. The Arab's eyes narrowed greedily as his henchman discribed the treasure that the Waziri had buried beside the ruins of the Greystoke bungalow.
"It will be a simple matter now to return and get it," said Achmet Zek. "First we will await the coming of the rash Waziri, and after we have slain them we may take our time to the treasure — none will disturb it where it lies, for we shall leave none alive who knows of its existence."
"And the woman?" asked Werper.
"I shall sell her in the north," replied the raider. "It is the only way, now. She should bring a good price."
The Belgian nodded. He was thinking rapidly. If he could persuade Achmet Zek to send him in command of the party which took Lady Greystoke north it would give him the opportunity he craved to make his escape from his
