"My brother Harrik--!"
"And I should have lost my place, lost all for which I cared. I had no
love for money; it was but a means. I spent it for the State--for the
Effendina, and to keep my place. I lost my place, however, in another
way."
"Proofs! Proofs!" Kaid's voice was hoarse with feeling.
"I have no proofs against Prince Harrik, no word upon paper. But there
are proofs that the army is seditious, that, at any moment, it may
revolt."
"Thou hast kept this secret?" questioned Kaid darkly and suspiciously.
"The time had not come. Read, Effendina," he added, handing some papers
over.
"But it is the whole army!" said Kaid aghast, as he read. He was
convinced.
"There is only one guilty," returned Nahoum. Their eyes met. Oriental
fatalism met inveterate Oriental distrust and then instinctively Kaid's
eyes turned to David. In the eyes of the Inglesi was a different thing.
The test of the new relationship had come. Ferocity was in his heart, a
vitriolic note was in his voice as he said to David, "If this be
true--the army rotten, the officers disloyal, treachery under every
tunic--bismillah, speak!"
"Shall it not be one thing at a time, Effendina?" asked David.
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