An orderly entered.

Giving swift instructions, he turned to Lacey again.

"Not Cairo--Darfur," he added.
"Ebn Ezra Bey coming! Ali Wad Hei's got word from up the Nile, I guess." David nodded, and his face clouded.

"We should have had word also," he said sharply.
There was a knock at the door, and Mahommed Hassan entered, supporting an Arab, down whose haggard face blood trickled from a wound in the head, while an arm hung limp at his side.
"Behold, Saadat--from Ebn Ezra Bey," Mahommed said.

The man drooped beside him.
David caught a tin cup from a shelf, poured some liquor into it, and held it to the lips of the fainting man.