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 the search fowr him becomes less wrigowrous.”

Soames, scarce believing that he was awake, made no reply. He found himself unable to meet the glittering eyes of the Chinaman; he glanced furtively about the room, prepared at any moment to wake up from what seemed to him an absurd, a ghostly dream.

“Said will change his appeawrance,” continued Ho-Pin, smoothly, “so that he will not wreadily be wrecognized. Said will come now.”

Ho-Pin clapped his hands three times.

The door at the end of the room immediately opened, and a thick-set man of a pronounced Arabian type, entered. He wore a chauffeur’s livery of dark blue; and Soames recognized him for the man who had driven the car.

“Said,” said Ho-Pin very deliberately, turning to face the new arrival, “''âhu hina—Lucas Effendi—Mr. Lucas. Waddî el—shenta ila betâ ôda. Fehimt?''”

Said bowed his head.

“Fâhim, effendi,” he muttered rapidly.

“Ma fîhsh.”…

Again Said bowed his head, then, glancing at Soames:—

“Ta’ala wayyaya!” he said.

Soames, looking helplessly at Gianapolis—who merely pointed to the door—followed Said from the room.

He was conducted along a wide passage, thickly