Nothing is too incredible for me to believe to-night.
I'm ready to play _Hajj the Beggar_ to any combination of
impossibilities _Kismet_ cares to brew in Bagdad-on-the-Hudson!"
Again the girl laughed quietly to his humour.
"And since you're a true believer, Mr. Sybarite, tell me, what use
_you_ would make of your Day of Days?"
"I? Oh, I--" Smiling wistfully, he opened deprecatory palms. "Hard to
say.... I'm afraid I should prove a fatuous fool in George's esteem
equally with old _Hajj_. I'm sure that, like him, the sunset of my Day
would see me proscribed, a price upon my head."
"But--why?"
"I'm afraid I'd try to use my power to right old wrongs."
After a pause, she asked diffidently: "Your own?"
"Perhaps.... Yes, my own, certainly.... And perhaps another's, not so
old but possibly quite as grievous."
"Somebody you care for a great deal?"
Thus tardily made to realise into what perils his fancy was leading
him, he checked and weighed her question with his answer, gravely
judgmatical.
"Perhaps I'd better not say that," he announced, a grin tempering his
temerity; "but I'd go far for a friend, somebody who had been kind to
me, and--ah--tolerant--if she were in trouble and could use my
services."
He fancied her glance was quick and sharp and searching; but her voice
when she spoke was even and lightly attuned to his whimsical mood.
"Then you're not even sure she--your friend--is in trouble?"
"I've an intuition: she wouldn't be where she is if she wasn't.
Pages:
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63