But he was coming to see you; and that's why I'm here.

I've been brushing the flies off this sore on the hump of Egypt while waiting." He glanced with disdain at Higli.
A smile rose like liquid in the eye of Nahoum and subsided, then he turned to Higli inquiringly.
"I have come on business, Excellency; the railway to Rosetta, and--" "To-morrow--or the next day," responded Nahoum irritably, and turned again to Lacey.
As Higli's huge frame disappeared through a gateway, Nahoum motioned Lacey to a divan, and summoned a slave for cooling drinks.

Lacey's eyes now watched him with an innocence nearly as childlike as his own.

Lacey well knew that here was a foe worthy of the best steel.

That he was a foe, and a malignant foe, he had no doubt whatever; he had settled the point in his mind long ago; and two letters he had received from Lady Eglington, in which she had said in so many words, "Watch Nahoum!" had made him vigilant and intuitive.