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Adair as a good-humoured man, whose one chief quality was his evident affection for his wife, but with what eyes the wife had looked upon him he had never up till now considered. Mr. Adair indeed had been at the best a shadowy figure in that small household, and Durrance found it difficult even to draw upon his recollections for any full expression of regret. He gave up the attempt and asked:
Only above the one tree they circled and timorously called. "We will draw that covert," said Durrance. "Take a dozen men and surround it quietly." He himself remained on the glacis watching the tree and the thick undergrowth. He saw six soldiers creep round the shrubbery from the left, six more from the right.
Durrance ate his breakfast and drank his brandy-and-soda, and talked the while of his journey. He had travelled farther eastward than he had intended. He had found the Ababdeh Arabs quiet amongst their mountains. If they were not disposed to acknowledge allegiance to Egypt, on the other hand they paid no tribute to Mahommed Achmet. The weather had been good, ibex and antelope plentiful.
Trench uttered so startled an exclamation that Ibrahim turned round. "Is he dead?" "No, he lives, he lives." It was impossible, Trench argued. He remembered quite clearly Durrance standing by a window with his back to the room. He remembered a telegram coming which took a long while in the reading which diffused among all except Durrance an inexplicable suspense.
"Ethne, where do you think I heard that overture last played?" Ethne was roused with a start to the consciousness that Durrance was in the room, and she answered like one shaken suddenly out of sleep. "Why, you told me. At Ramelton, when you first came to Lennon House." "I have heard it since, though it was not played by you. It was not really played at all.
And on this night, too, there came a man into the courtyard who knew Durrance. But he did not hesitate. He came straight up to Durrance and sat down upon the seat at his side. Durrance dropped the paper at which he was glancing and held out his hand. "How do you do?" said he. This friend was Captain Mather. "I was wondering whether I should meet you when I read the evening paper.
Durrance tried to recollect all the details of the evening; but he had been occupied himself on that occasion. He remembered leaning against the window above St. James's Park; he remembered hearing the tattoo from the parade-ground of Wellington Barracks and a telegram had come. Durrance made up another picture in his mind.
He escaped from Berber at night, three weeks ago. The story is curious, eh?" "And the letter still remains in the wall? It is curious. Perhaps the man was telling lies." "He had the chain mark on his ankles," said Durrance. The cavalcade turned to the left into the hills on the northern side of the plateau, and climbed again over shale.
I have written to Calder. Spies go out and in from Wadi Halfa. We often hear of things which happen in Omdurman. If Feversham is taken there, sooner or later I shall know. But he must have gone mad. It is the only explanation." Ethne had another, and she knew hers to be the right one. She was off her guard, and she spoke it aloud to Durrance.
Durrance and Captain Mather walked round the fort, and as they came to the southern corner, Durrance stopped. "Hallo!" said he. "Some Arab has camped here," said Mather, stopping in his turn. The grey ashes of a wood fire lay in a little heap upon a blackened stone. "And lately," said Durrance.
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