I said, 'Harry Feversham, that won't do,' and upon that he gave in and spoke in English, whispering it.

'Let me go, Jack, let me go.' There was the crowd about us.

It was evident that Harry had some reason for secrecy; it might have been shame, for all I knew, shame at his downfall.

I said, 'Come up to my quarters in Halfa as soon as you are free,' and I let him go.

All that night I waited for him on the verandah, but he did not come.