"
"No such luck," said Mrs. Haxton bitterly. "You are not acquainted with
the twists and turns of events, Abdullah. That which was simple at
Assouan has become complex here. Alfieri has inflamed the mind of some
high official at Rome, or he never could have persuaded the Governor to
go to such lengths as to arrest Fenshawe Effendi, not to speak of
Monsieur le Baron. No, this pig of a Governor has a Minister behind
him. He may threaten, but Alfieri is safe."
"Nevertheless, he may be hidden."
"That will suit me equally well. Zut! Abdullah, you are not so quick as
usual to-night."
"Pardon, Madame, you have told me what I am to do, but you have said no
words as to yourself, yet behold, we shall be on shore in a few
minutes."
"I? I am going to the fort. I have one card to play with his
Excellency. Pray to your Prophet, Abdullah, that it may succeed."
The Arab bowed silently. It might be that he stood to win, no matter
who lost, in this war of intrigue.
"Do I see you again to-night, Madame?" he asked, as the boat drew
alongside the jetty.
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