“It would give me pleasure to share your revenge.”
A sudden thought struck Tadros—a thought so tremendous in its scope and significance that he was himself astonished and stared blankly into the other’s face. For a time he rode in silence, revolving the idea in his mind and examining its phases with extreme care. Then he inquired, cautiously:
“Where are you going, my lord?”
“To Assyut.”
“I thought you had left Cairo long ago.”
“So I did. I have been to Alexandria, but found nothing there to amuse me. I am now bound for Assyut, and from there I intend traveling to Aswan, and up to Wady Halfa.”
“Are you in any hurry to reach there?”
“Not the slightest.”
“Then leave the train with me at Kusiyeh. I have something to propose that will interest you.”
Consinor studied him a moment.