It was not really played at all.

But a melody of it and not even that really, but a suggestion of a melody, I heard stumbled out upon a zither, with many false notes, by a Greek in a bare little whitewashed cafe, lit by one glaring lamp, at Wadi Halfa." "This overture ?" she said.

"How strange!" "Not so strange after all.

For the Greek was Harry Feversham." So the answer had come.

Ethne had no doubt that it was an answer.