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Updated: May 13, 2025
"I tell you that Hamdi is making this a condition it is the price of silence, of those papers back.... He came to me to-night. I knew that hound of Satan had been smelling about, but I could not imagine as if, between gentlemen " At that, she lifted her stupefied head.... Her father, with the face of a cornered fox!... She caught her breath with the shock of it.
Curtly the bey nodded, and gestured in dismissal; the woman laid down her fan, and with a last slant-eyed look at that strangely still new mistress she went noiselessly out a small service door. With an air of negligent assurance Hamdi Bey gazed about the room and yawned. "Truly a fatiguing evening," he remarked in his dry, sardonic voice. "But you look so untouched!
I laughed, and Carlotta, throwing Polyphemus off her lap, laughed too, and sidled up against me. The cat regarded us for a moment with a disgusted eye, then stretched himself as if he had quitted Carlotta of his own accord, and walked away in a state of dignified boredom. "Hamdi is like a pig and an elephant and a great fat turkey," said Carlotta.
And then he heard Jack laugh. Mad, he thought quickly, turning now to look at him. Ryder's head was tilted back; Ryder's shoulders were shaking. "Oh, my Aunt!" he gasped hysterically. "My Aunt Clarissa is that what Hamdi says!" He sobered instantly and leaned towards McLean. "That looks as if he's done with her what? Saving his face that way? You're sure it was Aimée the girl he had just married?
Dare you try that? Or what do you suggest?" "Oh, not alone. Together " "So so " said Hamdi Bey inarticulately, his head nodded, he staggered, his knees gave way and he crumpled very completely upon the floor, and lay like a felled log. After a quick look down at him Ryder turned to Aimée. "Quick, then. We'll make a run for it " He did not finish.
He saw bins and barrels and barred vaults that would have done credit to an English squire, and he reflected fleetly that wine bibbing was forbidden to Mohammedans and that Hamdi Bey was a fanatic Moslem.... Then he saw open spaces of ancient stuffs, broken tables and dismantled caiques and a broken oar.
Its old banqueting hall was still untouched the collectors would give much to rifle that, but they would never get their sharks' noses in. Nothing had been changed, but something added. Once the Mad Khedive had borrowed it for some years and begun his eternal additions. "Forty girls, they say, he kept here," smiled Hamdi Bey. "They gulped their pleasure, in those days.
I dropped in at Lingfield Terrace to inquire, but found you had already started." "Seventeen," I answered, mechanically. "You are not looking well, my good friend," said he. "I hope last night has not upset you. It's all bluff, you know, on the part of the precious Hamdi." "I dare say it was," I assented. "And bluff on your part, too.
He would have to tell him that the girl he was probably dreaming of in some fool's paradise of memory and hope was now only a little mound of dust in an Oriental cemetery. That a shaft of temporary wood already marked the grave of Aimée Marie Dejane, daughter of Tewfick Pasha and wife of Hamdi Bey....
The sheik and his followers after a murmurous conference with the bey had galloped off; the police had turned towards their post and Hamdi had accompanied McLean to the nearest village and his waiting motor. Clearly he had wanted to talk to McLean and McLean was not sorry for the opportunity to exchange implications.
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