we should be in danger of riot at this moment, Highness."

"If riots come, they come. It is the will of God, Excellency. But in
our hand lies order. We will quiet the storm, if a storm fall."

"There will be wreck somewhere."

"So be it. There will be salvage."

"Nothing worth a riot, Highness."

The Khedive eyed Dicky with a sudden malice and a desire to slay--to slay
even Donovan Pasha. He did not speak, and Dicky continued negligently:
"Prevention is better than cure."

The Khedive understood perfectly. He knew that Dicky had circumvented
him, and had warned the Bank.

Still the Khedive did not speak. Dicky went on. "Kingsley Bey deposited
ten thousand pounds--no more. But the gold is not there; only Kingsley
Bey's credit."

"His slaves shall die to-morrow morning."

"Not so, Highness."

The Khedive's fingers twisted round the chair-arm savagely.

"Who will prevent it?"