Hast thou any knowledge of
them?"
Mulai Hamed checked the list carefully.
"It must be," said he at last, "that the Hakim Effendi is in jail, for
the others I have seen, but not him."
Abdullah was annoyed. He, a pure-blooded Bedouin of the desert, had
already made a great concession In using the word "brother" to one of
mixed race.
"I asked not for folly," he muttered. "That is the answer of a drunken
Frank."
"Nay, friend, I speak truly. May I never drink at the White Pond of the
Prophet if I have not told thee even that which I have heard."
Abdullah swallowed his wrath, listened to Mulai Hamed's story, and was
convinced. Notwithstanding Mrs. Haxton's prohibition, it was now
essential that he should see her without delay, so he accompanied the
deputy assistant hall-porter in the direction of the hotel. As they
went, they met a rickety closed carriage being driven at a furious rate
down a side street, and both men thought it was making for the mile-
long causeway which connects the island of Massowah with the mainland.
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