“But I am expecting a caller—Mr. Stone,——”
“Pardon, but Mr. Loria said if you hesitated for any reason, to implore you to go with me quickly, and he will explain all.”
Pauline paled a little, but she said, simply, “Very well, Ahri, I will go at once.”
Escorted by the silent, majestic-mannered Arab, Pauline was taken through the crowded streets to the station, and they boarded a train just as it was leaving.
“We did get the train, Miss Stoort,” said Ahri, with his sad smile, “Mr. Loria would be greatly mad if we had missed it. Yes.”
Pauline nodded at him, her thoughts full of the spoiled day, which she had hoped to spend with Stone.
Yet she longed to see Carr, she wanted to tell him what Mr. Stone had said about the beauty charm and——
“You said Mr. Loria would meet us at the station, Ahri; you put me on the train so quickly I had no chance to speak. Where is he?”
“Not the Cairo station, my lady. The station at Bedrashein.”
“Where is that?”