“Well,” he said, at length, “that settles our plans for us. We’ll start back for Cairo tomorrow.” He looked at his wife curiously. “I wonder what Lord Blair will say to it all,” he mused.
“He must never know that Muriel wasn’t with us,” said Kate.
“That’s impossible,” he replied. “I shall have to tell him the truth.”
“Benifett!” exclaimed his wife, staring at him in horror. “You’re not going to give her away, are you?”
His mouth hung open for some moments. “I’ve been thinking it over,” he said, at length, “and it seems to me that Lord Blair will have to be told. If it leaked out, and we were found to have lied to him, there’d be no hope of doing business with him in the future.”
“Business!” Kate snorted. “Oh, man alive, is business the only thing in life?” She turned away in disgust.
“No,” he answered, “it’s not the only thing, but it happens to be my hobby, Kate, as you knew quite well when you married me. And I may as well say now, that I am very hurt at the way you sneer at what is meat and drink to me. I hope you’ll think that over.”
He looked very nearly pathetic as he spoke; and his wife was sufficiently touched by his dejection to turn an angry scene into one of affectionate conciliation.
“P’r’aps you’re right,” she said; and presently they went out together to see what was happening to Daniel.
They found him just emerging from the tent where he had slept. It was evident that he was still thoroughly tired; but a group of troopers and their camels outside the police buildings indicated that, nevertheless, an immediate start was to be made.