"Not rude， only awkward，" he replied， colouring again， this time more deeply. "Still， as it is best to be frank， I will tell you. Yesterday I believed myself to be the inheritor of a very large fortune from an uncle whose fatal illness brought me back from South Africa before I meant to come， and as whose heir I have been brought up. To-day I have learned for the first time that he married secretly， last year， a woman much below him in rank， and has left a child， who， of course， will take all his property， as he died intestate. But that is not all.
Yesterday I believed myself to be engaged to be married； to-day I am undeceived upon that point also. The lady，" he added with some bitterness， "who was willing to marry Anthony Orme's heir is no longer willing to marry Oliver Orme， whose total possessions amount to under ā10，000. Well， small blame to her or to her relations， whichever it may be， especially as I understand that she has a better alliance in view. Certainly her decision has simplified matters，" and he rose and walked to the other end of the room.
"Shocking business，" whispered Higgs； "been infamously treated，" and he proceeded to express his opinion of the lady concerned， of her relatives， and of the late Anthony Orme， shipowner， in language that， if printed， would render this history unfit for family reading. The outspokenness of Professor Higgs is well known in the antiquarian world， so there is no need for me to enlarge upon it.
"What I do not exactly understand， Adams，" he added in a loud voice， seeing that Orme had turned again， "and what I think we should both like to know， is /your/ exact object in ****** these proposals."
"I am afraid I have explained myself badly. I thought I had made it clear that I have only one object--to attempt the rescue of my son， if he still lives， as I believe he does. Higgs， put yourself in my position. Imagine yourself with nothing and no one left to care for except a single child， and that child stolen away from you by savages.
Imagine yourself， after years of search， hearing his very voice， seeing his very face， ***** now， but the same， the thing you had dreamed of and desired for years； that for which you would have given a thousand lives if you could have had time to think. And then the rush of the howling， fantastic mob， the breakdown of courage， of love， of everything that is noble under the pressure of prim？val instinct， which has but one song--Save your life. Lastly， imagine this coward saved， dwelling within a few miles of the son whom he had deserted， and yet utterly unable to rescue or even to communicate with him because of the poltroonery of those among whom he had refuged."
"Well，" grunted Higgs， "I have imagined all that high-****ting lot.
What of it？ If you mean that you are to blame， I don't agree with you.
You wouldn't have helped your son by getting your own throat cut， and perhaps his also."
"I don't know，" I answered. "I have brooded over the thing so long that it seems to me that I have disgraced myself. Well， there came a chance， and I took it. This lady， Walda Nagasta， or Maqueda， who， I think， had also brooded over things， made me an offer--I fancy without the knowledge or consent of her Council. 'Help me，' she said， 'and I will help you. Save my people， and I will try to save your son. I can pay for your services and those of any whom you may bring with you.'
"I answered that it was hopeless， as no one would believe the tale， whereon she drew from her finger the throne-ring or State signet which you have in your pocket， Higgs， saying： 'My mothers have worn this since the days of Maqueda， Queen of Sheba. If there are learned men among your people they will read her name upon it and know that I speak no lie. Take it as a token， and take also enough of our gold to buy the stuffs whereof you speak， which hide fires that can throw mountains skyward， and the services of skilled and trusty men who are masters of the stuff， two or three of them only， for more cannot be transported across the desert， and come back to save your son and me.'
That's all the story， Higgs. Will you take the business on， or shall I try elsewhere？ You must make up your mind， because I have no time to lose， if I am to get into Mur again before the rains."
"Got any of that gold you spoke of about you？" asked the Professor.
I drew a skin bag from the pocket of my coat， and poured some out upon the table， which he examined carefully.
"Ring money，" he said presently， "might be Anglo-Saxon， might be anything； date absolutely uncertain， but from its appearance I should say slightly alloyed with silver； yes， there is a bit which has oxydized--undoubtedly old， that."
Then he produced the signet from his pocket， and examined the ring and the stone very carefully through a powerful glass.
"Seems all right，" he said， "and although I have been greened in my time， I don't make many mistakes nowadays. What do you say， Adams？
Must have it back？ A sacred trust！ Only lent to you！ All right， take it by all means. /I/ don't want the thing. Well， it is a risky job， and if any one else had proposed it to me， I'd have told him to go to --Mur. But， Adams， my boy， you saved my life once， and never sent in a bill， because I was hard up， and I haven't forgotten that. Also things are pretty hot for me here just now over a certain controversy of which I suppose you haven't heard in Central Africa. I think I'll go.
What do you say， Oliver？"
"Oh！" said Captain Orme， waking up from a reverie， "if you are satisfied， I am. It doesn't matter to me where I go."
