“We may be separated soon, so it is as well to make our arrangements.”
“Separated!” wailed Miss Adams.
“Don’t speak loud, for that infernal Mansoor may give us away again. I hope it won’t be so, but it might. We must be prepared for the worst. For example, they might determine to get rid of us men and to keep you.”
Miss Adams shuddered.
“What am I to do? For God’s sake tell me what I am to do, Mr. Belmont! I am an old woman. I have had my day. I could stand it if it was only myself. But Sadie—I am clean crazed when I think of her. There’s her mother waiting at home, and I—” She clasped her thin hands together in the agony of her thoughts.
“Put your hand out under your dust-cloak,” said Belmont, sidling his camel up against hers. “Don’t miss your grip of it. There! Now hide it in your dress, and you’ll always have a key to unlock any door.”
Miss Adams felt what it was which he had slipped into her hand, and she looked at him for a moment in bewilderment. Then she pursed
