Calder could get nothing more explicit from them than this statement, however closely he questioned them.

He had under his hand the information which he desired, the news of Harry Feversham for which Durrance asked by every mail, but it was hidden from him in a locked book.

He stood beside the helpless man upon the angareb.

There he was, eager enough to speak, but the extremity of weakness to which he had sunk laid a finger upon his lips.

All that Calder could do was to see him safely bestowed within the hospital at Assouan.