CHAPTER TEN
Pamela and Sally Thornton were more worried than ever, and even the chipper, self-assured younger brunette almost tearfully admitted to being scared, when, all through that day, the only person they saw was one of the n***o guards bringing in their meals. Francis Saltiel had decided that he would not let them dine with the other guests and then watch the training of luscious silver-blonde Molly Mortmain or the presentation of Dorothy Barten. And once again their sumptuous evening meal was drugged with a strong sleeping potion that made them both sink into a deep and dreamless slumber shortly after eight that night.
By that same time, James Mortmain and Sheikh Haroun-el-Beztar had become close friends, since the unscrupulous young profligate was certain that the bearded Arabia
