They paused a moment to speak to Budthorne and Nadia, who were to remain at the hotel.
Near the hotel a close carriage of English make was waiting. They sprang in and were off. Here and there through the streets of Cairo they went, coming at last to a house in a quiet quarter.
The door of this house, set low and deep in the wall, opened for them as soon as they left the carriage.
A ruddy-faced Englishman, John Coddington by name, the Eastern agent of a London house, welcomed them as soon as they entered.
“You see I was expecting you, boys,” he said. “My friend, Stringer, told me when you would be likely to arrive.”
“Is everything ready?” asked Dick.
“Yes, indeed. I have a lot of prize beauties all ready for the game. Oh, they are fine ones!”
“But you must make us the champion beauties of them all,” said Merriwell.
“That’s whatever,” chuckled Brad. “We must be the peaches of your harem.”
“I’ll do my best. I have a customer waiting. Follow me.”