These were the words:
"The woman has discovered everything from Llwellyn. All suspicions confirmed. Conspiracy between Llwellyn and Schuabe. You will find full confirmation from the Greek foreman of Society explorations, Ionides. Get statement of truth by any means, coercion or money to any amount. All is legitimate. Having obtained, hasten home, special steamer if quicker. Can do nothing certain without your evidence. We trust in you. Hasten. "Manichoe."
He trembled with excitement as he relocked the code.
It was a light in a dark place. Ionides! the trusted for many years! The eager helper! The traitor bought by Llwellyn!
It was afternoon now. He must go out again. A caravan, camels, guides, must be found for a start to-morrow.
It would not be a very difficult journey, but it must be made with speed, and it was four days, five days away.
He passed out of the hotel and by the Tower of Hippicus.
A new drinking fountain had been erected there, a domed building, with pillars of red stone and a glittering roof, surmounted by a golden crescent.
Some camel drivers were drinking there. He was passing by when a tall, white-robed figure bowed low before him. A voice, speaking French, bade him good-day.
The face of the man seemed familiar. He asked him his name and business.
It was Ibrahim, the Egyptian servant he had seen at the museum in the morning.
The rooms had been sealed up, and the man had been to the Consul's private house with the keys.
