And now there was reason to believe that, at
last, Kaid was turning against the Inglesi. Everything would come at
once. If all that he had planned was successful, even this man before him
should aid in his master's destruction.
"If it was all done by an enemy," he said, in answer to Lacey, at last,
"would it all be reasoned out like that? Is hatred so logical? Dost thou
think Claridge Pasha will not go now? The troops are ready at Wady-Halfa,
everything is in order; the last load of equipment has gone. Will not
Claridge Pasha find the money somehow? I will do what I can. My heart is
moved to aid him."
"Yes, you'd do what you could, pasha," Lacey rejoined enigmatically, "but
whether it would set the Saadat on his expedition or not is a question.
But I guess, after all, he's got to go. He willed it so. People may try
to stop him, and they may tear down what he does, but he does at last
what he starts to do, and no one can prevent him--not any one. Yes, he's
going on this expedition; and he'll have the money, too." There was a
strange, abstracted look in his face, as though he saw something which
held him fascinated.
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