“Antony” was delighted.
“Go on,” he said. “Say something.”
“Long straight road,” said the Spook; “trees—moonlight.”
“Where was that?” asked Tony. There was a sharpness about his questioning that showed he was hooked.
“You know, Tony!”
“France?”
“No, no, stupid! Not France! Ah, you have not forgotten, mon cher, riding in moonlight, trees and sand, and a straight road—and you and me and the moon.”
“This is most interesting,” said Antony. Then to the board: “Yes, I know, Egypt—Cairo.”
“Bravo! You know me. Why did you leave me? I am in trouble.”
This was cunning of the Spook. Tony must have left her, because he had come to Yozgad without her. But Tony did not notice. He was too interested, and his memory carried him back to another parting.