Again the Abyssinian laughed. “Suppose I have had Stolburst killed?” he said. “Then you are just so sure to die on the scaffold as the sun is to rise to-morrow morning!” Ajeeb bit his lip. “I wish this fellow would call on me,” he said. “Do you mean Burt Cromwell?” “Yes; who else?” “Shall I tell him to call?” “No; I don’t care to exact that much from you,” replied Ajeeb. “It will be no trouble, I assure you,” declared Cook. “I hardly think you will see the detective very soon.” “What do you mean?” The Abyssinian clapped his hands. Ashah appeared. Ajeeb pointed at Cook, and then made a peculiar sign. Enoch’s heart stood still. Was he to be butchered? “Come.” Ashah beckoned to him. Cook did not move. “You won’t obey, eh?” Ashah caught the man up in his arms and carried him from the room. Enoch was placed in the cellar apartment with Stolburst. The latter slept, and Deth stood on guard. Ashah tossed Cook into the chamber, and then withdrew. The other prisoner awoke, with a start. When his glance rested upon Enoch, he rubbed his eyes like one in a dream. “Is it you, Sam Henry?” “My name is Enoch Cook.” “True; the detective declared that was your name,” said Stolburst. Enoch saw, when the explorer arose, that one of the latter’s ears was missing. The sight caused a shudder to pass through him. Might not his fate be a like one--or worse? “I am sorry for you,” said Enoch. Stolburst looked at his fellow prisoner in considerable surprise. “You have no pity to expend upon anybody,” he said. “Burt Cromwell is making every effort to relieve you from your present condition.” “How do you know that?” “He told me.” “Are you friends?” “Yes; when I heard you had fallen into the power of these wretches, I volunteered to help him find you,” answered Enoch. Stolburst regarded his companion with suspicion. Deth stood at the farther end of the apartment, seemingly as immovable as a statue. Like Ashah, he was well acquainted with English, and comprehended the other’s conversation. “How came you here?” asked the explorer, after a pause. “I shadowed Ajeeb to the house, and was made prisoner by Ashah, who, in turn, seems to have been shadowing me.” “Has Burt any knowledge that I am held a prisoner?” “He believes such to be the case.” “But for you I should not have had to endure the tortures I went through,” said Stolburst bitterly. “What have I to do with it?” “You stole that unlucky diamond.” “I beg to differ with you.” “Kidd actually took it, but you were in the deal with him.” “That is not so.” “Where is Kidd?” “Here in New York.” “Has he disposed of the diamond?” inquired Stolburst. “No; it was stolen from him.” Then, for the second time that night, Cook told of Monte Murphy stealing the Eye of Jobu, and the fate that had overtaken the “fence.” Enoch brought his narrative to a close by whispering to Stolburst that Burt knew who had the stone.