recount the doings of the last few hours.

"So naturally I was followed from the restaurant," she went on after a
moment's pause, "and my bag was so heavy, and I was absolutely lost,
and only just managed to give the man the slip by hiding behind a
half-open door, painted bright blue of all colours."

"Allah!" murmured Hahmed. "An English girl hiding in a house with a
blue door!"

"But," she went on, having for some unknown reason omitted the dance
episode from her narrative, "that wasn't the worst part"--and
continued, quite unconcernedly, to give a detailed account of the
night's happenings. Whilst she was speaking the Arab moved nearer
until he stood over her, there was neither shadow nor frown upon the
fine face, or movement of lip or hand, but the air seemed to throb with
the intensity of the white-hot rage within him.

"By Allah!" he said quite gently, as he took the emerald ring Jill held
out. "I do not need this, for behold for many years I have known of
the doings of this thing of whom you speak. And yet so great has been
his cunning, that until to-night I have never been able to lay hands
upon him in his guilt. But to-morrow will dawn a brighter day for
Egypt, in that she will be rid of one of her greatest evils. And were
you not afraid?"

Jill smiled up into the eyes fixed with love, plus worship, plus
reverence, upon her. "I? Oh! no! Why should I be when I am supposed
to be one of the finest shots in Europe? Are you going to kill him?"