"I have the map in my pocket." "You stole it ?" Coutlass gasped.
"Certainly not.

Rebecca stole it while she was supposed to be sleeping in your arms!" "Gassharamminy! I might have known it! Those Syrians--she meant to give us all the slip and find the ivory herself!" "Nothing of the Sort!" said Fred.

"She stole it from you, to give it to Lady Saffren Waldon! Kazimoto saw her do it--saw where Lady Waldon hid it--and stole it from her while she slept to give to me, believing it to be something of mine.

Here it is!" Fred let the end of a folded map protrude from his inner pocket just far enough for Coutlass to recognize it by the fire-light.

The Greek turned on his heel.
"All right!" he said ruefully, swinging suddenly round again.