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An Arab named Abdullah El Jaridiah, grubbing among old tombs for curios, came across a roll of papyri. He sold it to Alfieri for a few francs, and Alfieri gave it to my husband." She paused; she was not a woman who said too much. "I take it that Alfieri knew no Greek?" said Mr. Fenshawe, with a touch of irony that was not lost on the lady.
"Mebbe not, Miss Fenshawe, an' mebbe you've on'y heard half a yarn, if you'll pardon my way of puttin' it. Anyway, the Baron is in a mighty hurry to be off; an' isn't it plain enough that he doesn't want to be here when Mr. Royson comes back? You mark my words, Miss. You'll hear something that'll surprise you when our second mate heaves in sight."
And I want to assure you that I that Mr. Fenshawe would object most strenuously to your incurring any real peril for the sake of the worthless people who have brought us to Africa on a wild-goose chase.
Thus dismissed, with another friendly tap on the shoulder, Royson had no option but to raise his hat again. He received a very gracious smile from Miss Fenshawe, and he left the two with a curious consciousness that there was at least one woman in the world who had the power to send his blood whirling through his veins.
He was so urbane and apologetic, and promised such impartial punishment both for the persons who inspired the outrage and for those who actually carried it out, that Mr. Fenshawe deferred to the morrow the stern protest he meant to register against von Kerber's detention.
"As to the form of attack?" Mr. Fenshawe was still amused by the idea of treating the Italians to a coup de main. "No. We have made a long journey, and it might at least be determined whether or not it was justified. Will you allow me and Abdur Kad'r, and, perhaps, one other Arab less widely known than the sheikh, to try a small experiment.
Fenshawe these things?" asked Dick. His pledged word to von Kerber interposed an awkward barrier against that complete confidence which he would gladly have given to one who had so curiously amplified his own doubts. "Yes, everything, but he only laughs, and bids me remember that I am not yet twenty.
Fenshawe hurried to grasp Dick's hand. "I will not endeavor to thank you now," he said brokenly. "My gratitude is too deep for words, but believe me, Mr. Royson if I had lost my little girl it would have killed me." The hotel manager came to Dick's relief. With a face all wrinkled in a satisfied grin, he informed them that "dinner was now served."
A silence fell upon them as they neared the others. Irene disdained to use any subterfuge, and Royson was far too perplexed to branch off into a new conversation meant for the general ear. Mrs. Haxton and the Austrian also broke off their talk. They were about to enter the post- office when Mr. Fenshawe came out. "Here you are," he cried. "Lots of letters and newspapers.
As he walked off under the trees, the eyes of grandfather and granddaughter followed him. "A useful man that, for work in the desert," said Mr. Fenshawe. "Yes. Quite a Crusader in appearance," mused the girl aloud. The old man laughed noiselessly. "I find you are only half persuaded as to the peaceable nature of our task, Irene," he said.
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