The Ivory Trail Part 10
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"Come in!" said a voice, and I followed Yerkes in.
We were met by her Syrian maid, a creature with gazelle eyes and timid manner, who came through the doorway leading to an inner room.
"What's the trouble?" demanded Yerkes, and the woman signed to us to go on in. Yerkes led the way again impulsively as any knight-errant rescuing beleaguered dames, but I looked back and saw that the Syrian woman had locked the outer door. Before I could tell Will that, he was in the next room, so I followed, and, like him, stood rather bewildered.
Lady Saffren Waldon sat facing us, rather triumphant, in no apparent trouble, not alone. There were four very well-dressed Arabs standing to one side. She sat in a basket chair by a door that pretty obviously led into her bedroom; and kept one foot on a pillow, although I suspected there was not much the matter with it.
"We heard screams. Thought you were being murdered!" said Yerkes, out of breath.
"Oh, indeed, no! Nothing of the kind! I fell and twisted my ankle--very painful, but not serious. Since you are here, sit down, won't you?"
"No, thanks," said he, turning to go.
"The maid locked the door on us!" said I, and before the words were out of my mouth three of the Arabs slipped into the outer room. There was no hint or display of weapons of any kind, but they were big men, and the folds of their garments were sufficiently voluminous to have hidden a dozen guns apiece.
"She'll open it!" said Will, with inflection that a fool could understand.
"One minute, please!" said Lady Saffren Waldon. (It was no poor imitation of Queen Elizabeth ordering courtiers about.)
"We didn't come to talk," said Will. "Heard screams. Made a mistake.
Sorry. We're off!"
"No mistake!" she said; and the sweetness Monty prophesied began to show itself. The change in her voice was too swift and p.r.o.nounced to be convincing. "I did scream. I was, in pain. It was kind of you to come. Since you are here I would like you to talk to this gentleman."
She glanced at the Arab, an able-looking man, with nose and eyes expressive of keen thought, and the groomed gray beard that makes an Arab always dignified.
"Some other time," said Will. "I've an engagement!" And he turned to go again.
"No--now!" she said. "It's no use--you can't get out! You may as well be sensible and listen!"
We glanced at each other and both remembered Monty's warning. Will laughed.
"Take seats," she said, with a very regal gesture. She was not carelessly dressed, as she had been earlier in the day. From hair to silken hose and white kid shoes she was immaculate, and she wore rouge and powder now. In that yellow lamplight (carefully placed, no doubt) she was certainly good-looking. In fact, she was good-looking at any time, and only no longer able to face daylight with the tale of youth.
Her eyes were weapons, nothing less. We remained standing.
"This gentleman will speak to you," she said, motioning to the Arab to commence, and he bowed--from the shoulders upward.
"I am from His Highness the Sultan of Zanzibar" he announced, a little pompously. "A minister from His Highness." (In announcing their own importance Arabs very seldom err in the direction of under-estimate.) "I speak about the ivory, which I am informed you propose to set out on a journey to discover."
"Where did you get your information?" Yerkes countered.
"Don't be absurd!" ordered Lady Safrren Waldon. "I gave it to him!
Where else need he go to get it?"
"Where did you get it, then?" he retorted.
"Never mind! Listen to what Hamed Ibrahim has to say!"
The Arab bowed his head slightly a second time.
"The ivory you seek," he said, "is said to be Tippoo Tib's own, and he will not tell the hiding-places. It does not belong to him. Such little part of it as ever was his was long ago swallowed by the interest on claims against him. The whole is now in truth the property of His Highness the Sultan of Zanzibar, and whoever discovers it shall receive reward from the owner. His Highness is willing, through me his minister, to make treaty in advance in writing with suitable parties intending to make search."
"You mean the Sultan wants to hire me to hunt for ivory for him?" Will asked, and the Arab made a gesture of impatience. At that Lady Saffren Waldon cut in, very vinegary once more.
"You two men are prisoners! Show much more sense! Come to terms or take the consequences! Listen! Tippoo Tib buried the ivory. The Sultan of Zanzibar claims it. The German government, for reasons of its own, backs the Sultan's claim; ivory found in German East Africa will be handed over to him in support of his claim to all the rest of it. If you--Lord Montdidier and the rest of you--care to sign an agreement with the Sultan of Zanzibar you can have facilities. You shall be supplied with guides who can lead you to the right place to start your search from--"
"Thought you wanted Lord Montdidier to say in London that you know where it all is," Will objected.
She colored slightly, and glared.
"Perhaps I am one of the guides," she said darkly. "I know more than I need tell for the sake of this argument! The point is, you can have facilities if you sign an agreement with the Sultan. Otherwise, you will be dogged wherever you go! Whatever you should find would be claimed! Every difficulty will be made for you--every treachery conceivable practised on you. Lord Montdidier can get influential backing, but not influence among the natives! He can not get good men and true information by pulling wires in London. The British government once offered ten per cent. of the value of the ivory found.
The Sultan of Zanzibar offers twenty per cent.--"
"Twenty-five per cent.," corrected Hamed Ibrahim.
"Yes, but I should want five per cent. for my commission!"
"This sounds like a different yarn to the one you told on the stairs this afternoon," said Will. "See Monty and tell it to him."
"It is for you to tell Lord Montdidier. He runs away from me!"
"I refuse to tell him a word!" said Will, with a laugh like that of a boy about to plunge into a swimming pool--sort of "Here goes!"
"You are extremely ill advised!"
"Do your worst! Monty'll be hunting for us two in about a minute.
We're prisoners, are we? Suit yourself!"
"You are prisoners while I choose! You could be killed in this room, removed in sacks, thrown to the sharks in the roadstead, and n.o.body the wiser! But I have no intention of killing you. As it happens, that would not suit my purpose!"
We both glanced behind us involuntarily. It may be that we both heard a footstep, but it is always difficult to say certainly after the event. At any rate, while in the act of turning our heads, two of the three Arabs, who had previously left the room, threw nooses over them and bound our arms to our sides with the jiffy-swiftness only sailors know. The third man put the finis.h.i.+ng touches, and presently adjusted gags with a neatness and solicitude worthy of the Inquisition.
"Throw them!" she ordered, and in a second our heels were struck from under us and I was half stunned by the impact of my head against the solid floor (for all the floors of that great place were built to resist eternity).
"Now!" she said. "Show them knives!"
We were shown forthwith the ugliest, most suggestive weapons I have ever seen--long sliver-thin blades sharper than razors. The Arabs knelt on our chests (their knees were harder and more merciless than wooden clubs) and laid the blades, edge-upward, on the skin of our throats.
"Let them feel!" she ordered.
I felt a sharp cut, and the warm blood trickled down over my jugular to the floor. I knew it was only a skin-cut, but did not pretend to myself I was enjoying the ordeal.
"Now!" she said.
The Arabs stepped away and she came and stood between us, looking down at one and then the other.
"There isn't a place in Africa," she said, "that you can hide in where the Sultan's men can't find you! There isn't a British officer in Africa who would believe you if you told what has happened in this room tonight! Yet Lord Montdidier will believe you--he knows you presumably, and certainly he knows me! So tell Lord Montdidier exactly what has happened! a.s.sure him with my compliments that his throat and yours shall be cut as surely as you dare set out after that ivory without signing my agreement first. Tell Lord Montdidier he may be friends with me if he cares to. As his friend I will help make him rich for life! As his enemy, I will make Africa too hot and dangerous to hold him! Let him choose!"
She stepped back and, without troubling to turn away, put powder on her nose and chin.
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