“Indeed I have.”
“And you have told him all the story?”
“I have told him almost all.”
“And he—”
“He is going to help us.”
“Heaven bless you, dear friend, all your life.”
Edgar extended his hand, which the priest shook right cordially.
“Now, you know,” the priest said, “I had to tell the General that you were interested indirectly in this affair, and then he at once told me that you and I could go to Bagdad in the Comet, which was going there on state business. That he would gladly give an asylum and all assistance to the English lady, Miss Morgan, and to her maid, if she had one, no matter whether she were English or not. Then he shook hands with me and told me to go and talk the whole matter over with you.”
My master sat thoughtfully looking at the river for a time, then he turned once more to the priest.
“I can see exactly how the land lies,” he said smiling. “How good and thoughtful of the General.”