'One question at a time. Didn't you hear
his name?'
'What--Henkel? Yes.'
He broke off with a gasp.
'You don't mean to say he is the sweep that tried to swindle your father
out of his coal mine?'
'You've hit it, Roy--hit it in once. That's the very same chap, though I
never knew before that he was a colonel. He recognised me as soon as I
spotted him.'
'But what's his game?' demanded Roy. 'I should have thought he would have
been only too pleased to get you shot out of hand. If your father is dead,
you're next heir to the coal.'
'I'm not very clear what he is after,' Ken answered in a puzzled voice.
'But it's something to do with our property, you may be sure of that. This
much I do know--that Henkel was awfully in debt when I last saw him. And I
know this, too--that our friend, old Othman Pacha, who is Bey in that part
of the country, would refuse to let the property pass without proper title
deeds.'
'Then it's clear as mud,' said Roy quickly. 'Henkel wants to get the deeds
out of you.
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