She was too absorbed in the mystery of Harry Feversham's presence at Wadi Halfa.

She was listening too closely for the message which he sent to her.

Through the open window the moon threw a broad panel of silver light upon the floor of the room close to her feet.

She sat gazing into it as she listened, as though it was itself a window through which, if she looked but hard enough, she might see, very small and far away, that lighted cafe blazing upon the street of the little town of Tewfikieh on the frontier of the Soudan.
"Well ?" she asked.

"And after the song was ended ?" "The young man with his back towards me," Durrance resumed, "began to fumble out a solo upon the zither.