At this very moment Harry Feversham might be struggling for breath in that dark and noisome hovel, dry of throat and fevered with the heat, with a vision before his eyes of the grass slopes of Ramelton and with the music of the Lennon River liquid in his ears.
"One would pray for death," said Ethne, slowly, "unless--" She was on the point of adding "unless one went there deliberately with a fixed thing to do," but she cut the sentence short.

Durrance carried it on:-- "Unless there was a chance of escape," he said.

"And there is a chance--if Feversham is in Omdurman." He was afraid that he had allowed himself to say too much about the horrors of the prison in Omdurman, and he added: "Of course, what I have described to you is mere hearsay and not to be trusted.

We have no knowledge.

Prisoners may not have such bad times as we think;" and thereupon he let the subject drop.