"Are we not exposing ourselves unnecessarily?" whispered Hafiz, but Gordon only gripped the hand that hung by his side and went on without speaking.
Presently they crossed the Opera Square and turned down an avenue that led to the Nile, and then Hafiz's impatience could contain itself no longer.
"We are going in the wrong direction," he whispered. "It's nearly eleven o'clock, and Osman is waiting for us."
"Come on," said Gordon, and he continued to walk steadily forward.
At length it dawned on Hafiz that, in spite of all possible consequences, Gordon intended to go to the Agency before he left Cairo, and having assured himself that this was so, he began to pour out a running whisper of passionate entreaties.
"But, Gordon! My dear Gordon! This is madness. It cannot be done," he said.
"It must!" said Gordon.
"The trackers will be there if they are anywhere."
"Hush!"
"It is the one place they'll keep watch upon to-night."