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If we hear nothing of him, I will drive you to the Turkish Consulate, give you in charge there, and they will see you safely home to Alexandretta. The good Hamdi Effendi is doubtless distracted, and will welcome you back with open arms." I meant to be urbane and friendly.
"But it's a matter of life and death!" I cried. "To tell you the truth, sir," said the hall porter, "Mr. Pasquale's only permanent address is his banker's, and we really don't know where he is staying at present." I wrote a hurried line: "Hamdi has abducted Carlotta. I am half crazed. As you love me give me your help. Oh, God! man, why aren't you here?"
She could only suppose that her father had been overcome by that wealth of the general's on which he had made her such a speech. Or perhaps his dislike of Hamdi had been founded on nothing but resentment of Hamdi's airs of superiority, and now that the bey was condescending to ask for her hand her father's flattered appeasement was rushing into genial acceptance.
"Does he know her, that friend?" questioned the other and at Arlee's nod, "Then he could write it himself that is easy on telegraph paper. He is so clever, that devil, Hamdi." "But my friends knew where I was going" slowly the mind turned back to trace the blind, careless steps of that afternoon.
The journey was not without incident, for the villagers had never before seen an automobile and regarded it as a devil; often stones were thrown at them, and on one occasion they were mobbed and Hamdi only escaped by driving full speed through the crowd. His existence in Baghdad had been subject to sudden upheavals.
Unless the girl whatever girl they sought could be discovered. If Hamdi wished to pay off some score against the American he would choose other weapons. McLean reflected upon the bey's capacity for assassination or poisoning while he bade him farewell before the dark wall of his palace entrance. Between them had passed no reference to the bey's recent loss.
Straus introduced me to two of the most interesting men I have ever met; the first of these being Hamdi Bey, director of the Imperial Museum at Constantinople. Meeting him at Mr. Straus's table and in his own house, I heard him discuss sundry questions relating to modern art better, in some respects, than any other person I have ever known.
She looked anxiously at McLean's face and took alarm at his careful absence of expression. "Oh, Mr. McLean, do you think " He brushed that aside. "And where was it this reception?" "At an old palace, forever away on the edge of the city. I don't remember the street we drove and I had the cab wait. But it belonged to a Turkish general. Hamdi Bey," she brought out triumphantly. "General Hamdi Bey."
He was very far from easy in his mind about him. After that mystifying performance in the tomb he had not wanted to leave without a frank explanation, but there had been no moment for revelation; Thatcher had hung about them and Hamdi Bey, of all men, had requested a place in McLean's motor for the return to Cairo. And that dinner engagement had pressed.
"And now," Ryder spoke very clearly and authoritatively, addressing the head of the police, "I must ask you to stop. Even the dust that you are disturbing is precious. This thing has gone beyond all reason." The police official looked as if he agreed with him, but Hamdi Bey had moved determinedly to the third sarcophagus.
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