“Ye’ll be sairchin’ for yon Egyptian?”
“The servant? Yes. We’ll have him by the morning, and then we shall know who Kazmah is. Meanwhile, in which of the offices is Kazmah hiding?”
Mary Kerry was silent for so long that her husband repeated the question:
“In which of the offices is Kazmah hiding?”
“In nane,” she said dreamily. “Ye surrounded the buildings too late, I ken.”
“Eh!” cried Kerry, turning his head excitedly. “But the man Brisley was at the door all night!”
“It doesna’ matter. They have escapit.”
Kerry scratched his close-cropped head in angry perplexity.
“You’re always right, Mary,” he said. “But hang me if—Never mind! When we get the servant we’ll soon get Kazmah.”
“Aye,” murmured his wife. “If ye hae na’ got Kazmah the now.”