"Quite a bit, I'm told. Official records of vain searches. Between
you and me and these four walls, about the only reason why they didn't
hang the old slave-driving murderer was that they've always hoped he'd
divulge the secret some day. But be hates the men who broke him far
too bitterly to enrich them on any terms! If any man wins the secret
from him it'll be a foreigner. They tell me a German had a hard try
once. One of Karl Peters' men."

"That'll be Carpets!" said Monty. "Somebody belonging to Carpets--Karl
Peters."

"The man's serving a life sentence in the jail for torturing our friend
Juma here."

"Then Juma knows the secret?"

"So they say. But Juma, too, hopes to go to Paradise and wait on
Tippoo Tib."

"He told us just now that he dislikes Tippoo Tib," I objected.

"So he does, but that makes no difference. Tippoo Tib is a big
chief--sultani kubwa--take any one he fancies to Heaven with him!"

We all looked at Juma with a new respect.

"I got Juma his job in here," said the doctor. "I've rather the notion
of getting my ten per cent. on the value of that ivory some day!"

"Are there any people after it just now?" asked Monty.