The Consul-General
he cried excitedly, "that you're the man who defeated the Egyptian conspiracy"?
"The same," placidly affirmed O'Rourke.
"But England should be grateful—"
"Perhaps England is," allowed O'Rourke with caution. "But faith, Egypt is not! In Cairo or Alexandria, sure and me life would not be worth the ice in me glass here."
"I'm glad I know you, sir," said Senet warmly; adding, after a moment: "But why did you not go east, in the first place, when you had to fly?"
O'Rourke looked away—out to sea again. He answered in a tone more sober, from which the raillery was gone.
"There was a woman in the case, Senet," he explained softly. "She—well, she took passage on the Eastern-bound steamer. So, faith, the O'Rourke came west!"
He shook his head and called to the waiter to replenish their glasses. "But," he added, "I'm not the only one. Far be it from me to say wrong of any woman, Senet; but there's not one in Tangiers that I care to see ye dancing attendance upon, as ye did on that handsome Mrs. Challoner at the hop night before last. Did ye know that she's wanted in England for blackmail, lad?"
"I did not," said Senet gravely.
"'Tis true. Steer clear of them all. I mind—" He paused and ran his hand across his eyes, as though collecting his thoughts. "Ye were not down to the landing when the steamer came in, this afternoon?"
"No; I had to go over towards Ceuta, and got back just in time for dinner."
"Then ye did not see her. Faith, boy, a woman came in on that boat whose beauty would pay any man for his hereafter—as young and fresh and innocent-looking as a
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