He was
sitting with his back to the Nile and his face towards the glass doors
of the mess-room, and he spoke to Walters, who was directly opposite. "I
could not find that he talked to more than one person, and that one
person could not by any likelihood have been the visitor he expected.
Durrance stopped in front of a cafe where some strolling musicians, who
had somehow wandered up to Tewfikieh, were playing and singing for their
night's lodging. One of them, a Greek I was told, came outside into the
street and took his hat round. Durrance threw a sovereign into the hat,
the man turned to thank him, and they talked for a little time
together;" and as he came to this point he raised his head. A look of
recognition came into his face. He laid his hands upon the table-edge,
and leaned forward with his feet drawn back beneath his chair as though
he was on the point of springing up. But he did not spring up. His look
of recognition became one of bewilderment. He glanced round the table
and saw that Colonel Dawson was helping himself to cocoa, while Major
Walters's eyes were on his plate. There were other officers of the
garrison present, but not one had remarked his movement and its sudden
arrest.
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