A
man one day, a raving, foaming idiot the next--a thing to be put away
out of sight, out of hearing. God, but that's horrible!" and he dropped
his head between his hands, and dared not look up until Idris crossed to
them and bade them go about their work. What work they did in the
factory that day neither knew. They were only aware that the hours
passed with an extraordinary slowness, but the evening came at last.
"Among the storehouses," said Trench. They dived into the first alley
which they passed, and turning a corner saw the man who had brought the
matches.
"I am Abdul Kader," he began at once. "I have come to arrange for your
escape. But at present flight is impossible;" and Trench swayed upon his
feet as he heard the word.
"Impossible?" asked Feversham.
"Yes. I brought three camels to Omdurman, of which two have died. The
Effendi at Suakin gave me money, but not enough. I could not arrange
for relays, but if you will give me a letter to the Effendi telling him
to give me two hundred pounds, then I will have everything ready and
come again within three months."
Trench turned his back so that his companion might not see his face. All
his spirit had gone from him at this last stroke of fortune.
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