"Your murderers whom you set on in the name of law and justice have made a mistake.

You told them to murder Allan Quatermain for reasons of your own.

Well, they have murdered his wife instead." Now the commandant struck his hand upon his forehead and groaned, and I, half awakened at last, ran forward, shaking my fists and gibbering.
"Who is that ?" asked the commandant.

"Is it a man or a woman ?" "It is a man in woman's clothing; it is Allan Quatermain," answered the vrouw, "whom we drugged and tried to hide from your butchers." "God above us!" exclaimed the commandant, "is this earth or hell ?" Then the wounded Pereira raised himself upon one hand.
"I am dying," he cried; "my life is bleeding away, but before I die I must speak.

All that story I told against the Englishman is false.