"If he comes shall I send for thee?" she asked in a half-whisper.
The Israelite shook her head. "Only if he asks for me," she answered.
"A pest on the creature!" Masanath exclaimed impatiently after a little silence. "He is torturing the man! Hath he forgot the place?"
She leaned over the parapet and called the ape. The murket looked up.
"Anubis is my guest, noble Mentu," she replied. "Wilt thou not come up with him?"
The murket looked at her a moment before he answered.
"Nay, I thank thee, my Lady. I left the noonday meal that I might be led at the creature's will. He is restless since my son is gone."
Every word of the murket's fell plainly on Rachel's ears. The tones were those of Kenkenes, grown older. The statement came to her as a call upon her knowledge of the young artist's whereabouts.
"Tell him—tell him—" she whispered desperately.
"What?" asked Masanath, turning about.