"Harry is still in the Soudan?"
"Of course."
"Why of course?" asked Sutch. "Willoughby withdrew his accusation;
Castleton is dead--he was killed at Tamai; and Trench--I know, for I
have followed all these three men's careers--Trench is a prisoner in
Omdurman."
"So is Harry Feversham."
Sutch stared at his visitor. For a moment he did not understand, the
shock had been too sudden and abrupt. Then after comprehension dawned
upon him, he refused to believe. The folly of that refusal in its turn
became apparent. He sat down in his chair opposite to Durrance, awed
into silence. And the silence lasted for a long while.
"What am I to do?" he said at length.
"I have thought it out," returned Durrance. "You must go to Suakin. I
will give you a letter to Willoughby, who is Deputy-Governor, and
another to a Greek merchant there whom I know, and on whom you can draw
for as much money as you require."
"That's good of you, Durrance, upon my word," Sutch interrupted; and
forgetting that he was talking to a blind man he held out his hand
across the table. "I would not take a penny if I could help it; but I am
a poor man. Upon my soul it's good of you."
"Just listen to me, please," said Durrance.
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