"Ah!" she whispered—"that is impossible! Have I not told you so?"
"You have told me, but I cannot understand. Here, in England, you are free. Why should you remain with that cowled monster?"
"Shall I tell you?" she asked, and he could feel how she trembled. "If
I tell you, will you promise to believe me—and to go?"
"Not without you!"
"Ah! no, no! If I tell you that my only chance of life—such a little, little chance—is to stay, will you go?"
Stuart secured her other hand and drew her toward him, half resisting.
"Tell me," he said softly. "I will believe you—and if it can spare you one moment of pain or sorrow, I will go as you ask me."
"Listen," she whispered, glancing fearfully back toward the closed door—"Fo-Hi has something that make people to die; and only he can bring them to life again. Do you believe this?"
She looked up at him rapidly, her wonderful eyes wide and fearful. He nodded.
"Ah! you know! Very well. On that day in Cairo, which I am taken before him—you remember, I tell you?—he … oh!"