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It was a thing which ought to be theirs, and they had been after it for years; but she had contrived to hide herself and it, until lately. Why he had been told to guide the two younger ladies to the House of the Crocodile, Bedr pretended not to know. Perhaps only perhaps Blount and his companion, Hanna, wished to kidnap the one we called Miss Gilder, and they called "Esney."
Blount's orders, had not been able to act alone. Then, as to all the travelling up the Nile, Bedr had never been told why "his genlemen" made the journey. Every one who came to Egypt went up the Nile. Only, he had been instructed to find out, always, where we were, and told to arrange their arrival at about the same time.
That was years ago, and nothing had been heard from him since: but before the Laconia was due to arrive, Bedr had received a telegram from Blount instructing him to meet the ship, and wire to Paris whether Miss Gilder of New York and a "Mrs. Jones" were on board, with a party. "Blount" knew that Bedr had seen Miss Gilder as a child, and might now be able to recognize her.
Not even Biddy had felt certain that there was a secret motive for taking the girls to the hasheesh den, or that Bedr had been guilty of anything worse than indiscretion. His warning to Rechid Bey we had put down to a petty desire for revenge, to "pay us out" for his discharge.
For good reasons which have nothing to do with you, I shall not arrest you, but you will have to report at the Governorat inside the hour, or you will regret it. Do you know the way out at the back of the house?" "I do, gracious one," Bedr responded with businesslike promptness.
But good, kind Bedr had never dreamed that they meant any real harm. There had been a plan of some sort for that night. Blount and Hanna were to arrive at the House of the Crocodile for a close look at the young ladies, when the latter had gone to sleep under the influence of the hasheesh they intended to smoke. But the two gentlemen had not kept the appointment.
When Brigit remarked rather sharply upon the ex-school teacher's popularity, Monny laughed an odd, understanding little laugh. "I believe you think you know why they're all so mad about that girl!" exclaimed Biddy. "Perhaps I do," smiled Miss Gilder. "What is her fascination?" "Bedr could have told you," Monny cryptically replied. "He told several people." "What do you mean, child?
Bedr el Gemaly he calls himself Armenian Mussulman, a sickening combination, and an awful brute to look at said your messenger was taken suddenly ill; pretends to be a dragoman." "What is he like?" "Rather like a partially decayed but decently dressed goat." "Don't rot. This may be serious." I described Bedr el Gemaly as best I could, feature by feature.
And what did I think now about the foolishness of that theory the theory that Bedr was a spy, and had led his employers to believe that "Mrs. Jones" was travelling with her stepdaughter concealed under an impeccably important nom de guerre?
Still, I never liked Bedr or wanted him with us. And even now, there seems something mysterious about Rachel thinking so much of him. As if there were a secret arrangement between them, you know! I've never got over that, or understood it a bit." "He flattered Miss Guest, perhaps. She loves flattery. But she's made her market now, and all through Monny's charity.
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