Renshaw put his hand on Dicky’s shoulder. “It’s the man in white yonder you’re after?”
Dicky nodded. “It was no use as long as she lived. But she’s dead—her face was under that old Persian shawl—and I’m going to try it on.”
“Try what on?”
“Last night I heard she was sick. I heard at noon to-day that she was gone; and then I got you to come out and see the view!”
“What are you going to do with him?”
“Make him come back.”
“From where?”
“From the native quarter and the bazaars. He was for years in Abdin Palace.”
“What do you want him for?”
“It’s a little gamble for Egypt. There’s no man in Egypt Ismail loves and fears so much—”