She had convinced herself that it was not on the person of Totrasmek. She began to cast about the chamber, tearing up divan-covers and hangings, and upsetting vessels.
She paused and raked a damp lock of hair out of her eyes.
'I forgot Baal-pteor!'
'He's in hell with his neck broken,' Conan assured her.
She expressed vindictive gratification at the news, but an instant later swore expressively.
'We can't stay here. It's not many hours until dawn. Lesser priests are likely to visit the temple at any hour of the night, and if we're discovered here with his corpse, the people will tear us to pieces. The Turanians could not save us.'
She lifted the bolt on the secret door, and a few moments later they were in the streets and hurrying away from the silent square where brooded the age-old shrine of Hanuman.
In a winding street a short distance away Conan halted and checked his companion with a heavy hand on her naked shoulder.
'Don't forget there was a price—'
'I have not forgotten!' She twisted free. 'But we must go to—to Alafdhal first!'