He spoke in an almost awestruck voice.
“Yes. Who is he?”
“The great marabout who lives at Beni-Hassan.”
The name struck upon Domini’s ear with a strange familiarity.
“But that’s where Count Anteoni went when he rode away from Beni-Mora that morning.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“Is it far from Amara?”
“Two hours’ ride across the desert.”
“But then Count Anteoni may be near us. After he left he wrote to me and gave me his address at the marabout’s house.”
“If he is still with the marabout, Madame.”