"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—"
"Except little Dicky Donovan!"
"That's all twaddle. There's no man Ismail fears so much, because he's the idol of the cafes and the bazaars. He's the Egyptian in Egypt to-day. You talk about me? Why, I'm the foreigner, the Turk, the robber, the man that holds the lash over Egypt. I'd go like a wisp of straw if there was an uprising."
"Will there be an uprising?" The Southerner's fingers moved as though they were feeling a pistol.
"As sure as that pyramid stands. Everything depends on the kind of uprising. I want one kind. There may be another."
"That's what you are here for?"
"Exactly."