"Could your puny brain have conceived this scheme which will make us all rich? Keralio outlined ze whole plan to me directly he heard of your existence. On our reaching Cape Town, after finding you starving on ze _veldt_, I cabled him ze news. A few hours later he told me exactly what to do. He knew you would do it. How, I do not know. He is no ordinary man, Keralio. When I first saw you out zere, unkempt, in rags, starving, I could have dropped dead from surprise. It never occurred to me that you might be useful. But Keralio knew. He knows everything. He also knew that you would accept his leadership, that you would quickly get rid of monsieur, and secure ze diamonds. Was it not his idea that you set fire to ze ship? And who set fire to ze ship, _s'il vous plait_, when you refused? Who but your very humble servant. And a hard, dangerous job, it was, too--catch me ever wanting to do it again!" "Not half so bad as mine. He put up a terrible fight before I threw him overboard." "Who--monsieur?" "Yes--he fought like a wildcat, and he was fast getting the best of me, when I managed to give him a rap on the head. That quieted him, and over he went." With an exclamation of disgust, he added: "It was a d----d nasty job. I'm sorry I ever went into it----" "Sorry--you fool? _Sapristi_! Just think of this wonderful opportunity. You have ze keys to his vaults, you have control of his bank accounts." Lowering his voice, and, with a significant leer on his face, he added "and you have--his wife!" Handsome grinned, and the valet went on: "_Precisement_! Madame is cold and haughty, like all zese American women. It's not exactly my taste, but she's pretty and dainty, and----" "Who are all these other people," interrupted the miner, "that man Steell----" "Yes, that is so. You must know everyone. You must make a study of each, so as to avoid making bad breaks. Monsieur Steell is a lawyer. He's in love with madame's sister, Miss Ray. You've known him all your life, went to school with him, and all that sort of thing. Say 'yes' to everything he says. That's your cue at present. Talk as little as you can, and agree with everybody. The man you must talk with most is Monsieur Parker. He is president of the mining company. Happily he's rather shortsighted, so he won't notice anything. He's the man to whom you'll have to explain ze loss of ze diamonds. He'll be here to-night for dinner, so you'd better get your story ready." "What can I say?" "Say that in ze panic your belt worked loose, you had to dive into ze water. When you were dragged into ze lifeboat the belt was gone, do you understand?" "Yes--but will they believe it?" "They must believe it. There'll be an awful fuss, of course, but they'll get over it. No suspicion can attach to you." "He's coming to-night--this man Parker?" "Yes, to-night. He'll be here for dinner. He----"