Burt smiled. He now felt sure the girl knew where the explorer was confined. “I’m afraid,” he said, “that you are asking too much.” “Then you will not agree to my terms?” said Zulima. “It is impossible.” “What do you care whether Ajeeb is punished so long as you secure the freedom of your employer?” “But I do care.” “Why?” “Because I would be false to my duty if I were to allow so great a rascal as Ajeeb to escape punishment.” “I am sorry you have arrived at that decision,” remarked Zulima. “It is unalterable.” “Then I cannot help you.” “You have learned where Stolburst is?” “Yes.” “Didn’t you know yesterday?” “No, sir.” “Have you seen the poor fellow?” inquired Burt. “Yes, and talked with him.” The fact that she had promised Stolburst to secure his freedom was ever present. “I cannot promise what you ask, so I suppose I shall have to find my man without your aid?” Zulima was surprised at the detective’s coolness. She thought he would jump at her offer when she made it. She felt much chagrined over his failure to do so. “Without my aid,” said Zulima, “you will never succeed.” “I shall at least try very hard,” smiled the detective. The girl became uneasy. This was quite apparent. Burt believed she would tell him what he desired to know without him entering into conditions. There was a great struggle going on in the beauty’s mind. It was pity contending with duty. The law would not take her uncle’s life. Her uncle might take Stolburst’s life. The battle was over. “I will tell you where to find Mr. Stolburst,” she said. CHAPTER XXXI. CONCLUSION. Zulima told the detective where her uncle was domiciled. Then, womanlike, she burst into a flood of tears. Bitterly did she regret ever having become acquainted with the explorer. Burt found Frank in the hallway and told him of his discovery. “Have you got Bull Blair?” asked Hare. “No.” “Then you look after the Abyssinians and I’ll have another try at cooking his mutton.” “Don’t you want to come with me?” remarked Burt. “Do you want me?” “Not exactly.” “Then I will look Bull up if I can. He won’t give me the shake this time if I succeed in getting the nippers on him.” Burt returned to Zulima. She had stopped weeping. Rising to leave she said: “The information I have given you may cost me my life.” “There is no danger of that.” “At any rate,” said the beauty, “life now holds no promises for me.” Bowing to the detective, she departed. An hour later the house occupied by the heathen priest was surrounded, front and rear, by a score of policemen. Accompanied by two sergeants of police Burt forced his way into the house by way of the basement door. As the door gave away Ashah sprang for the detective with uplifted sword. Burt dodged the blow aimed at him and fired at the giant. Ashah tumbled to the floor with a bullet in his brain. The faithful slave had died in defense of his rascally master.