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You may as well know! He is thoroughly familiar with the East, and he learned of the robbery of Professor Deeping almost as soon as it became known to Hassan. I know what you are going to ask " "Ahmad Ahmadeen!" "Yes! He travelled home as Ahmadeen the only time he ever used a disguise. Oh! the thing is accursed!" she cried. "I begged him, implored him, to abandon his attempts upon it.
I would give up what is demanded of me, but I believe its possession to be my strongest safeguard." Mystery upon mystery! I seemed to be getting no nearer to the heart of this maze. What in heaven's name did it all mean? Suddenly an idea struck me. "Is our late fellow passenger, Mr. Ahmadeen, connected with the matter?" I asked. "In no way," replied Deeping earnestly. "Mr.
"It was a porter ?" "What is it ?" "Someone been stabbed!" "Where's the doctor?" "Stand away there, if you please!" That was a ship's officer; and the voice of authority served to quell the disturbance. Through a lane walled with craning heads they bore the insensible man. Ahmadeen was at my elbow. "A Copt," he said softly. "Poor devil!" I turned to him.
Uncertain, possibly, of Deeping's faith, or fearful of endangering the success of their efforts by an outrage upon him en route, they had refrained from this until his arrival at his house. He had been warned of his impending end by Ahmad Ahmadeen. Who was Ahmadeen? And who was his beautiful associate? I found myself unable, at present, to answer either of those questions.
Ahmadeen was standing close by the companion-way, and I had a momentary impression that one of the women slipped something into his hand. Certainly, he started; and his dusky face seemed to pale. Then a deck steward came out of Deeping's stateroom, carrying the brown bag which the Professor had brought aboard at Port Said. Deeping's voice came: "Hi, my man! Let me take that bag!"
This conversation was interrupted, but I found my unseen fellow voyagers peculiarly interesting and pursued inquiries in other directions. I saw members of the distinguished travellers' retinue going about their duties, but never obtained a glimpse of Mr. Azraeel nor of any of his green-turbaned companions. "Who is Mr. Azraeel?" I asked Ahmadeen.
Ahmadeen appeared not to have heard the question. The disturbance, which could only be defined as a subdued uproar, but could be traced to no particular individual or group, grew momentarily louder and died away.
All the natives appeared to be pockmarked; all the Europeans greasy with perspiration. But what was the stir about? I turned to the dark, bespectacled young man who leaned upon the rail beside me. From the first I had taken to Mr. Ahmad Ahmadeen. "There is some kind of undercurrent of excitement among the natives," I said, "a sort of subdued Greek chorus is audible. What's it all about?" Mr.
From the shadows where he had lurked, a man came forward to meet her. A vehicle obstructed the view ere I could confirm my impression; and when it had passed, neither my lovely visitor nor her companion were anywhere in sight. But, unless some accident of light and shade had deceived me, the man who had waited was Ahmad Ahmadeen!
Ahmadeen is, I believe, a person of some consequence in the Moslem world; but I have nothing to fear from him." "What steps have you taken to protect yourself?" Again the short laugh reached my ears. "I'm afraid long residence in the East has rendered me something of a fatalist, Cavanagh! Beyond keeping my door locked, I have taken no steps whatever. I fear I am quite accessible!"
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