I have been told there is small-pox up at Msala." "So have I.I've just heard it from Meredith." "Just heard it--is Meredith down here too ?" "Yes, and the fool wants to go back to-night.

I have to meet him on the beach at four o'clock." Maurice Gordon sat down, poured out for himself a glass of sherry, and drank it thoughtfully.
"Do you know, Durnovo," he said emphatically, "I have my doubts about Meredith being a fool." "Indeed!" with a derisive laugh.
"Yes." Maurice Gordon looked over his shoulder to see that the door was shut.
"You'll have to be very careful," he said.

"The least slip might let it all out.

Meredith has a quiet way of looking at one which disquiets me.
He might find out." "Not he," replied Durnovo confidently, "especially if we succeed; and we shall succeed--by God we shall!" Maurice Gordon made a little movement of the shoulders, as indicating a certain uneasiness, but he said nothing.
There was a pause of considerable duration, at the end of which Durnovo produced a paper from his pocket and threw it down.
"That's good business," he said.
"Two thousand tusks," murmured Maurice Gordon.

"Yes, that's good.
Through Akmed, I suppose ?" "Yes.