"I can't begin to thank you," he murmured. "I only wish that I could do something for you—"
She looked up at him. They were standing close together, their voices cautiously low.
"Perhaps, yes, you can—"
"It's not doing anything for you to save Aimée," he told her. "That's what you are doing for her and for me.... But if ever you want me for anything after this—my name is Ryder, Jack Ryder, and you can reach me at the Agricultural Bank."
He had a vague vision of some day repaying his enormous debt by assisting this girl, grown tired of her Hamdi, out of this aperture and into a waiting boat. He would do it like a shot, he told himself gladly; he would do anything on God's green earth if only she helped him get Aimée away from that infernal villain.
"Jack," she repeated, under her breath, and then in her slow English, "I like—Jack."
"Don't forget it. I'll always come and do anything for you. And if you'll tell me your name—"
"Aziza."
"Aziza. I'll never forget that. And now, if you'll tell me how I can get to her and then the best way out—"
"Why you so hurry—"