"Thank God!" his patron exclaimed, with unfeigned relief and joy.
Edouard glanced at his master speculatively.
He had heard nothing about Pansy's existence until he had been hurriedly summoned to attend her, and he wondered why his friend and patron had made no mention of the girl.
"You never told me Barclay had a daughter," he commented.
"I did not know myself until quite recently," the Sultan replied.
"Is she to share her father's fate?" the doctor asked drily.
Tenderly the Sultan gazed at the small white face on the cushions.
"She's not my enemy," he said in a caressing tone.
With a feeling of relief, Edouard left the tent.
It was most evident that the Sultan had fallen in love with his beautiful captive. If the girl played her cards well, she would be able to save her father, and prevent his patron doling out death to a British official, thus embroiling himself still further with the English Government.