It was written on the
fifteenth of May."
"Ah," said Durrance, "the day I returned to Wadi Halfa blind."
Calder sat in his chair without a movement. He gazed anxiously at his
companion, it seemed almost as though he were afraid; his attitude was
one of suspense.
"That's a queer coincidence," said Durrance, with a careless laugh; and
Calder had an intuition that he was listening with the utmost intentness
for some movement on his own part, perhaps a relaxation of his attitude,
perhaps a breath of relief. Calder did not move, however; and he drew no
breath of relief.
CHAPTER XIII
DURRANCE BEGINS TO SEE
Ethne stood at the drawing-room window of the house in Hill Street. Mrs.
Adair sat in front of her tea-table. Both women were waiting, and they
were both listening for some particular sound to rise up from the street
and penetrate into the room. The window stood open that they might hear
it the more quickly. It was half-past five in the afternoon. June had
come round again with the exhilaration of its sunlight, and London had
sparkled into a city of pleasure and green trees. In the houses
opposite, the windows were gay with flowers; and in the street below,
the carriages rolled easily towards the Park.
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