You see, there's a widow in Cairo--she's a sister of the American consul, and I've promised to take her with a party camping in the Fayoum--cute as she can be, and plays the guitar.

But it's all right now, except that the Saadat is running too close and fine.

If he has any real friends in England among the Government people, or among those who can make the Government people sit up, and think what's coming to Egypt and to him, they'll help him now when he needs it.

He'll need help real bad when he gets back to Cairo--if we get that far.

It isn't yet a sure thing, for we've got to fight in the next day or two--I forgot to tell you that sooner.