Then she asked:-- "You have that letter with you ?" "Yes." "I should like to read it." She rose from her chair and walked across to Durrance.

He took the letter from his pocket and gave it to her, and she carried it over to the window.

The moonlight was strong.

Ethne stood close by the window, with a hand pressed upon her heart, and read it through once and again.
The letter was explicit; the Greek who owned the cafe at which the troupe had performed admitted that Joseppi, under which name he knew Feversham, had wandered south, carrying a water-skin and a store of dates, though why, he either did not know or would not tell.

Ethne had a question to ask, but it was some time before she could trust her lips to utter it distinctly and without faltering.
"What will happen to him ?" "At the best, capture; at the worst, death.