But that was long afterward, when Sir Richard and Lady Royson were on
their honeymoon trip to Japan, when Captain and Mrs. Stump, attended by
the faithful Tagg, had enjoyed the "time of their lives" at Orme
Castle, and when Mrs. Haxton, elegant as ever, but very quiet and
reserved in manner, was living in a tiny villa at Bath, where Mr.
Fenshawe's munificence had established her for the remainder of her
days. She said, and there was no reason to disbelieve her, that von
Kerber had no knowledge of the identity of the oasis at the Well of
Moses. He went that way to the sea by sheer, accident and became half
crazy with excitement at the sight of the Seven Hills. It was his fixed
intention, she declared, to send word to Fenshawe as soon as he had
ascertained, beyond range of doubt, that the Sheban loot was really
buried there.
Dick and his wife passed a fortnight at Cairo on their voyage home.
They chanced to admire some old praying carpets in a shop in the
bazaar, and asked the price. They offered half the sum named, and the
attendant, a slim youth, said he would consult his father.
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