Fred M. White, The Master Criminal — Cleopatra’s Robe (1898)
“ Abdul was not slow to grasp the mystery.“I know,” he said, in thick, agitated tones. “He made a mistake; he did not understand the address from you. He took the letter written by me to my subordinate, and the latter has sent me—Cleopatra’s Robe. After all, the mistake was a natural one. Give it me; give it up at once, I say.”Cora laughed defiantly. She had already wound the priceless stuff around her in sinuous folds like that of a snake.“I will not,” she said. “Touch me and I will bring the hoard down upon you. You dare to threaten me when my very life, my reputation, is in danger!” ”
