It was enough, however, for Ethne Eustace.

She drew a deep breath of relief, her face softened, there came a light into her grey eyes, and a smile upon her lips.
"He went down into Berber," she repeated softly.
"And found that the old town had been destroyed by the orders of the Emir, and that a new one was building upon its southern confines," continued Willoughby.

"All the landmarks by which Feversham was to know the house in which the letters were hidden had gone.

The roofs had been torn off, the houses dismantled, the front walls carried away.

Narrow alleys of crumbling fives-courts--that was how Feversham described the place--crossing this way and that and gaping to the stars.