"That is my affair," was Woodhouse's hot response.
"The affair on which we work—this night—that is my affair, be veree sure!" There was something of menace in the Indian's tone.
Woodhouse bowed to his demand for an explanation. "That young woman, as it happens, must be kept on our side. She saw me in France, when Captain Woodhouse was supposed to be in Egypt."
"Ah, so?" Jaimihr inclined his head with a slight gesture craving pardon. "For that reason you make a conquest. I did not un-derstand."
"No matter. The fleet sails at noon."
"And our moment is here—to-night," Jaimihr whispered in exultation. "Not until to-day did they admit you to the tower, Cap-tain. How is it there?"
"A simple matter—with the combination to the door of Room D."
With a single stride the Indian was over before the door of the wall safe. He pointed.
"The combination of the inner door—it is in a special compartment of that safe, protected by many wires. Before dawn I cut the wires—and come to you with the combination."
"At whatever hour is best for you," Woodhouse put in eagerly.