got a suspicion where one lot is, although I couldn't prove it. And I
made up my mind that the German government knows darned well where a
lot of it is!"

"Then why don't the Germans dig it up?" demanded Fred.

"Aha!" laughed Coutlass. "If I know, why should I tell! If they know,
why should they tell? Suppose that some of it were in Congo territory,
and some in British East Africa? Suppose they should want to get the
lot? What then? If they uncovered their bit in German East Africa
mightn't that put the Congo and the British on the trail?"

"If they know where it is," said I, "they'll certainly guard it."

"Which of you is the lord?" demanded Coutlass earnestly.

"What do you suppose Hassan is doing, then, here in Zanzibar?" asked
Fred.

"Rum and eggs! I know what he is doing! When I snapped my thumb under
his fat nose and told him about the habits of his female ancestors be
went to the Germans and informed against me! The sneak-thief! The
turn-coat! The maggot! I shall not forget! I, Georges Coutlass,
forget nothing! He informed against me, and they set askaris* on my
trail who prevented me from making further search. I had to sit idle
in Usumbura or Ujiji, or else come away; and idleness ill suits my
blood! I came here, and Hassan followed me. The Germans made a
regular, salaried spy of him--the semi-Arab rat! The one-tenth Arab,
nine-tenths mud-rat! Here he stays in Zanzibar and spies on Tippoo
Tib, on me, on the British government, and on every stranger who comes