Again that strange and beautiful calmness filled her eyes.
"Our trails have strangely crossed, Lady Joanne," he said.

"They have been crossing--for years.

While Sir Daniel was at Murja, on the eve of his great discovery, I was at St.Louis on the Senegal coast.

I slept in that little Cape Verde hotel, in the low whitewashed room overlooking the sea.

The proprietor told me that Sir Daniel had occupied it before me, and I found a broken fountain pen in the drawer of that sickly black teakwood desk, with the carved serpent's head.