I ran after till he was come to the edge of the desert; but he sent me back, saying that I must wait for thee; and this word I was to say, that Prince Kaid had turned his face darkly from him, and that the finger of Sharif--" "That fanatical old quack--Harrik's friend!" "-- that the finger of Sharif was on his pulse; but the end of all was in the hands of God." "Oh yes, exactly, the finger of Sharif on his pulse! The old story-the return to the mother's milk, throwing back to all the Pharaohs.

Well, what then ?" he added cheerfully, his smile breaking out again.

"Where has he gone, our Saadat ?" "To Ebn Ezra Bey at the Coptic Monastery by the Etl Tree, where your prophet Christ slept when a child." Lacey hummed to himself meditatively.

"A sort of last powwow--Rome before the fall.

Everything wrong, eh?
Kaid turned fanatic, Nahoum on the tiles watching for the Saadat to fall, things trembling for want of hard cash.