Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-09-27


er-prince look like?"
Tall, fat as butter, yellow
face and stank of musk. Had a
curly beard"
That describes fifty Arabs
here"
Said he hadn't paid his
taxes" Tony put in. Said he
was goin to pay Turkish gold
for that ambergris but he was
afraid you'd take 1t off him."
We'll" the Eng is h m n
clapped his hands and spoke in
cultural Arabic to messenger.
There's a Glove trader who
might answer to that description.
Not too savory a character; we'll
talk TO him"
II was nearly an hour before
the messenger returned with the
fat, perfumed Arab.
That's him." shouted Tony.
That's the man who came
aboard night before last" the
mate agreed.
THE Arab stared long at Tony,
then saluted the consul, touch
ing his breast and lips with long
nailed fingers.
He admits that" said the
Consul. But that's all. he says
he had no money to buy amber
girls" He questioned the Arab
who replied volubly. He says
he was in his Glove plantation
last night; has witnesses. not
that they're worth much"
Bet your life he was there"
roared Tony He had me there,
Take us TO that plantation, I'll
show you something thatll prove
it."
Look here, we can't stir up
these people"
You look here, mister. I'm
accused of murder, Don't you
want to help me? can prove
/ didn't do it,"
The Arab gesticulated wildly.
No" said the consul. Cant
interrupt the work at his plan
tation-"
"Okay," ragged Tony. Hang
me then. And IL this is English
justice, well, you can have it,"
Now look here" snapped the
Consul. Cant have this be-
havior. Er-all right, dammit.
I'll send men TO the plantation.
II you can prove you were KID
mapped Wen 60 into the matter. "
MYTH surprising quickness the
w Arab slipped out Of the
office.
Hey, grab him." Tony yelled.
Don't let him get away to warn
the others"
But it was too late. the big
man had already disappeared
into the maze Of noisome alleys.
Come on, get me TO his plan
tation before he gets there"
The consul lost his boredom
and was swapping orders at a
great rate. Soldiers were run
ming out Of the compound gate
and two rickshaws stood at the
door. Tony and the mate
climbed into one. the consul in
another and guards ran ahead
shouting for natives to give pas
sage.
They climbed hills and in fiji
teen minutes were bowling over
red roads between great, red
budded Glove trees.
A few miles from the town
Tony yelled them TO halt.
There it is, down that lane"
he directed.
The soldiers were ahead OF
them and a group of natives
stood head down, under guard
Now" said Tony. I'm show
you a dead man. killed him my
self with that cutlass."
He led them through trees be-
side the road until a smear Of
blood was found on the grass
at the base of a tree.
Find the owner of that. He
was a big native. sort of boss
Of these men,"
The consul asked questions.
"Musa ben Amid hasn't been
here yet" he said. That's the
big Arab who ran away from
my office. The Nubian you
speak Of has gone away they
say"
Ask them whose blood that
is," Tony barked. Look, there's
the fire they sat around. And
there's the beauty 1 took the
cutlass from. There's the hut
they had me in, too. Look in
side and see II you can't find the
ropes I was tied with"
ULES telling the truth" the
~ mate said, ducking into the
hut and returning with the
frayed ropes. But where's the
ambergris ?"
you'll probably never find