“Effenden Pascha is not coming,” Brand said.
Reist eyed him sharply.
“How do you know that?”
“I was at the palace gates,” Brand answered, “when Effenden Pascha drove up. He was on the point of entering when he was accosted by our friend Domiloff.”
Reist’s face grew black as night.
“The hound!” he murmured. “Go on!”
“They stayed talking for five minutes or more. Eventually they both reentered Effenden Pascha’s carriage and were driven off.”
“The wolf and the dog,” Reist cried, fiercely. “Let them beware how they bark at the gates of Theos.”
He was white almost to the lips with anger. Brand watched him curiously.