"
He drew out a wallet and held up a number of notes.
"Fifty," he said, in a subdued voice, "when you point him out."
For a long moment Zahara hesitated, then:
"Sixty," she corrected him--"now! Then I will do it to-night--if
you tell what happens."
Exhibiting a sort of eager impatience the man displayed a bunch
of official-looking documents.
"I give him these," he explained, "and my work is done."
"H'm," said Zahara. "He must not know that it is I who have
shown him to you. To-night he will be here at nine o'clock, and
I shall dance. You understand?"
"Then," said the Spaniard eagerly, "this is what you will do."
And speaking close to her ear he rapidly outlined a plan; but
presently she interrupted him.
"Pooh! It is Spanish, the rose. I dance the dances of Egypt."
"But to-night," he persisted, "it will not matter."
Awhile longer they talked, the rapping of the stick upon the
tiled floor growing ever faster and faster. But finally:
"I will tell Hassan that you are to be admitted," said Zahara,
and she held out her hand for the notes.
When, presently, the visitors departed, she learned that the
smaller man was blind; for his companion led him out of the room
and out of the house.
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