I have a permanent Washington address which I have taken pains to notify of my interest in tarpon and to which he writes.

These incognito days," added the Bedouin with a slight smile, "my cipher communications cross an ocean and return immediately by trusted hands to America, though I, of course, know nothing of it.

Those from my charming minstrel to me--make similar tours." "And I ?" "You--my secretary--having spent a few days with the Sherrills on your way to join me after months of frivoling with a hay-camp, have been forced by telegram to depart before the _fete de nuit_ to which Miss Sherrill begged our attendance.

Rest assured he knows that too.
Therefore, to unmask unobtrusively and slip away to his room, and in the absence of other guests to linger for a week of incognito quiet--_voila_! he is quite safe though imprudent!" Greek and Bedouin fell silent, watching the laughing pageant in the garden.
Venetian lamps glowed like yellow witch-lights in the branches; fountains tossed moon-bright sprays of quicksilver aloft and tinkled with the splash; the waters of a sunken pool, jeweled in stars, glimmered darkly green through files of cypress.

All in all, an entrancing moon-mad world of mystery and dusk-moths, heavy with the scent of jasmine and orange.