'But I do!--only my foot's a beetle-crusher, and the worms don't like it. So that is settled, and we will tell the washerman about the white ties. And look here, George, I'll bring the duplicate of that key back with me. Then you can take yours, and I shall know----'
George's hand went up to the back of his chair as if to find another to clasp; then he changed the venue with an odd little laugh.
'Give me a light, old man. I--I can't keep this cigarette going, somehow.'
As Dan stooped over him their eyes met, and that was enough.
[CHAPTER XIV]
The angel Azrael had turned aside from other doors in Hodinuggur besides that of the red-hot bungalow across the canal. Fuzl Elâhi, the potter, sat once more at his work, with the old calm on his face. The wheel was back in the inner yard again, where the westering sun sent a creeping shadow of the high wall almost to the edge of the spinning circle. It spun so slowly that the eye could see the blue outline of a pot upon the moulding pirn.
'It was a woman seeking something,
Over hill and dale, through night and day she sought for something.
"Foul play! foul play! look down and decide."
"Not I----"'