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Telling Umslopogaas to wait, I tumbled into my clothes and went off with him to Sir Henry's room, where the Zulu repeated his story word for word. It was a sight to watch Curtis' face as he heard it.
"Great Heavens! " he said: "here have I been sleeping away while Nyleptha was nearly murdered-and all through me, too. What a fiend that Sorais must be! It would have served her well if Umslopogaas had cut her down in the act."