“An old Katongo magician.”
“There!” Van Rieten exclaimed. “Look at that! There is nothing Wagabi
or Batwa or Wambuttu or Wabotu about these heads. Nor anything pigmy
either.”
“I thought as much,” said Etcham.
“And you say he did not have them before?”
“To a certainty he did not,” Etcham asserted.
“It is worth following up,” said Van Rieten. “I’ll go with you. And
first of all, I’ll do my best to save Stone.”
He put out his hand and Etcham clasped it silently. He was grateful all
over.