For at one moment it seemed certainly to
be anger, and the next moment he relaxed into a laugh, as though in
spite of himself he was glad. However, he bundled me out, and as I went
I heard him telling his servant to go to bed, because, though he
expected a visitor, he would admit the visitor himself."
"Well!" said Dawson, "and who was the visitor?"
"I do not know," answered Calder. "The one thing I do know is that when
Durrance's servant went to call him at four o'clock for his journey, he
found Durrance still sitting on the verandah outside his quarters, as
though he still expected his visitor. The visitor had not come."
"And Durrance left no message?"
"No. I was up myself before he started. I thought that he was puzzled
and worried. I thought, too, that he meant to tell me what was the
matter. I still think that he had that in his mind, but that he could
not decide. For even after he had taken his seat upon his saddle and his
camel had risen from the ground, he turned and looked down towards me.
But he thought better of it, or worse, as the case may be. At all
events, he did not speak. He struck the camel on the flank with his
stick, and rode slowly past the post-office and out into the desert,
with his head sunk upon his breast.
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