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Kingsley Bey sighed, and his face was clouded, but Dicky knew he was not thinking of Ismail or the blackmail. His eyes were on the house by the shore, now disappearing, as they rounded a point of land. "Ah" said Donovan Pasha, but he did not sigh. "Ah!" said a lady, in a dirty pink house at Assiout, with an accent which betrayed a discovery and a resolution, "I will do it.
"They're an educated people, the Germans," said Donovan. "I reckon there's ten of them know English for one American knows German. Couldn't do business with us if they didn't learn to talk so as we can understand them. That's the reason. It isn't fancy trimmings they're out for, but business; and they're getting it. I wouldn't call them a smart people.
As a dealer, he was a hard nut, never giving more than a "tenner" for a twenty pound beast, or selling a ten pound one for less than twenty pounds. And few knew Donovan better than did Dad, or had been taken in by him oftener; but on this occasion Dad was in no easy or benevolent frame of mind.
There she vented a startled gasp. The suitcase which she had left closed upon the floor was open wide open its contents disarranged. Some one had rummaged it thoroughly. And Miss Donovan knew that she was under suspicion. The knowledge that she was thus being spied upon gave the girl a sudden thrill, but not of fear. Instead it served to strengthen her resolve.
Somewhat to the surprise of Donovan the military detective accepted the timepiece on his open palm, and so gingerly that it caused Donovan to remark: "You're not as squeamish as all that, are you? Just because it was in a dead man's hand and in a woman's?" "Oh, not at all," was the quick answer.
"I see it," said the King. "I understand. Trust me. Mumm will be the word. Mumm extra sec. Mumm at 190 shillings a dozen. You can trust me." King Konrad Karl made himself most agreeable to Donovan. He did not once mention the sale of the island or hint at a marriage with the Queen. He talked about the scenery. He discussed the character, manners and customs of the inhabitants.
I knew it the minute I came in. I want you fellows to hear it." Donovan flung his half-smoked cigar to the floor and lighted a fresh one. Waring's attitude irritated him. Officially, Donovan was Waring's superior. Man to man, the Sonora gunman was Donovan's master, and the Irishman knew and resented it. He tried a new tack. "Glad to see you back, Jim." And he rose and stuck out a sweating hand.
"That feller Donovan is a dare-devil," exclaimed Sergeant Riley. "He'll stop at nothing. Why should he risk his life for a man that's as good as dead now?" "He'll never come out alive," cried Mr. Cook. "And all for a man who is plotting against the country," echoed Riley. "Here you!" he shouted to the other plain-clothes man. "Keep out of there.
"The very pair I was going to buy!" "What! You buy?" cried Donovan. "Look here, Colonel! do you know anything about this?" and the detective's professional instincts got the upper hand of his friendliness. "Not the least in the world not as much as you do," was the cool answer.
As Miss Donovan, now thoroughly awake, and obsessed by the memory of those past hours of horror, cautiously drew aside the corner of torn curtain, and gazed down upon the deserted street below, she could scarcely accept the evidence of her own eyes.
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