"No, we will not put it that way," and the other seemed to sweep some
confusing thought from before his mental vision. "Let us say that the
reward will be commensurate with the deed. We do not forget, we
Fenshawes, do we, Irene? Good day, Mr. King. I hope to make your better
acquaintance. We shall see much of each other ere long."
Thus dismissed, with another friendly tap on the shoulder, Royson had
no option but to raise his hat again. He received a very gracious smile
from Miss Fenshawe, and he left the two with a curious consciousness
that there was at least one woman in the world who had the power to
send his blood whirling through his veins.
As he walked off under the trees, the eyes of grandfather and
granddaughter followed him.
"A useful man that, for work in the desert," said Mr. Fenshawe.
"Yes. Quite a Crusader in appearance," mused the girl aloud.
The old man laughed noiselessly.
"I find you are only half persuaded as to the peaceable nature of our
task, Irene," he said.
"I find it even more difficult to persuade you that Count von Kerber
fears interference, grandad.
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