“Well, what of it?” asked Teddy carelessly. “Perhaps he’s off his feed. And that’s where he’s different from me.”
“I suppose it was something like that,” agreed Don, sinking back again into his chair.
They chatted of other things, but Don’s mind was haunted by a feeling of uneasiness. He could not shake off a conviction that something was wrong with the benevolent old Egyptian, whom he had learned to like. He told himself that he was foolish. Still an uncomfortable feeling persisted. At last he rose with decision.
“Come along, Brick,” he said. “Let’s stretch our legs a bit.”
“Don’t feel as though I could move,” complained Teddy. “I was a trifle hearty at the table to-night.”
“A trifle!” jeered Don. “That certainly is putting it mildly! All the more reason why you should walk it off. Up you come.”
As he reinforced his urging by a vigorous tug at his friend’s sleeve, Brick yielded with a groan.
“Where are you going?” he asked, extricating himself with difficulty from the depths of his chair.
“Oh, just going to take a turn or two about the deck,” answered Don. “And if by chance we should happen to run across those two Egyptians, so much the better.”
“What have you got on your chest?” asked Teddy, with quickened interest.