"Good-bye," said Durrance, and he held out his hand.
"By the way," said Feversham, "to organise this escape from Omdurman
will cost a great deal of money. Sutch is a poor man. Who is paying?"
"I am."
Feversham shook Durrance's hand in a firm clasp.
"It is my right, of course," he said.
"Certainly. I will let you know what it costs."
"Thank you."
General Feversham accompanied his visitor to the door. There was a
question which he had it in his mind to ask, but the question was
delicate. He stood uneasily on the steps of the house.
"Didn't I hear, Durrance," he said with an air of carelessness, "that
you were engaged to Miss Eustace?"
"I think I said that Harry would regain all that he had lost except his
career," said Durrance.
He stepped into the carriage and drove off to the station. His work was
ended. There was nothing more for him now to do, except to wait at
Wiesbaden and pray that Sutch might succeed. He had devised the plan, it
remained for those who had eyes wherewith to see to execute it.
General Feversham stood upon the steps looking after the carriage until
it disappeared among the pines. Then he walked slowly back into the
hall.
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