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He would be tortured to death if his dupes had time, or torn limb from limb if they had not, that is if he could die like other men a matter as to which personally I had no doubts. Shortly after I left Zikali Heda and I ate our evening meal together.
"Oh! let us go through the Yellow-wood," exclaimed Heda, who, I think, would rather have met the devil than Dr. Rodd. Ah! if I had but known that we were heading straight for that person, sooner would I have faced the Basutos twice over.
Also I showed them both Marnham's letter to me and the will, but the other bit of paper I did not speak of or show. She sat very pale and quiet and listened till I had done. Then she said "I should like to see him." "Perhaps it is as well," I answered. "If you can bear it, come at once, and do you come also, Anscombe." We went to the room, Anscombe and Heda holding each other by the hand.
"It isn't probable that you will, for even if you should ever meet this Marnham again, I fancy you would find he held his tongue about his acquaintance with your father." "I wonder what Miss Heda is like," went on Anscombe after a pause. "I am curious to see a girl who designs a house on the model of an ancient ruin." "Well, you won't, for she's away somewhere.
These I withdrew and went to the safe over which a skin rug was thrown. I unlocked it easily enough. Within were two bags of gold, each marked #100; also another larger bag marked "My wife's jewelry. For Heda"; also some papers and a miniature of the lady whose portrait hung in the sitting-room; also some loose gold. "Now who will take charge of these?" I asked.
For instance, she is horribly jealous of Maurice." "The instincts of a chaperone developed early," I suggested again. "That won't quite do, Mr. Quatermain," answered Heda with a laugh, "since she is even more jealous of you.
He answered that the Baas Rodd had ordered them to be turned out before he rode off that morning. I bade him accompany me to the stoep, as I dared not let him out of my sight, which he did unwillingly enough. There I found Anscombe and Heda. They were seated side by side upon the couch. Tears were running down her face and he, looking very troubled, held her by the hand.
Well, supposing this were so and he did escapee, that would be a good thing for Heda, and really it was no affair of mine to bring the fellow to justice. Moreover there was nothing to show that he was guilty; his whole manner seemed to point another way, though of course he might be acting. "Very well," I replied, "but return as quickly as possible."
A moment later there came another flash of lightning. "There," said Heda, "how many do you make it? "Ninety-eight," he answered. "I counted ninety-nine," she said, "but anyway it was within the hundred. Mr. Quatermain, we will go to Zululand, if you please, if you will show us the way there." "Right," I answered, "but might I ask what that has to do with your both counting a hundred?"
Meanwhile Heda must pack and make ready the cart with the help of Footsack, Anscombe superintending everything, as he could very well do since he was now able to walk leaning on a stick. Of course neither of them liked my leaving them, but in view of our necessities they raised no objection. So off I went, taking the boy with me.
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