"I'm sure you won't put me to the necessity of searching you; you've too much pride for that.

So suppose you pass me Ali Higg's seal--the one you sign all his letters with.
No, don't try to hide it in the sand; put it here." He held his hand out, and she bit her lip in mortification.

It was too bad that she had made that slip of boasting to Narayan Singh and me about the seal, but there was nothing else for it now and she gave it to him--a gold thing as big as a silver half-dollar, marvelously engraved.
"That settles the financial end of it," said Grim.

"We can impound all that money in the Bank of Egypt--although I'm free to admit I wouldn't take such a seal away from a friend of mine." "Give it back, then," she answered with a bitter little laugh.

"I see I'll have to be your friend." He smiled--wonderfully gently.