Chapter 29

A man wearing an ill-fitting serge suit and a dark blue turban raced through the room in the wake of the dwarf. He carried an electric torch. Its reflection, diffused from the golden walls, exhibited a yellow, tigerish face, lips curled back and fanglike teeth bared in a sadistic grin. . . . The Dacoit who had followed me to Cairo! It was a procession of images created by a disordered brain. Yet I was unconscious of any other symptoms of fever. Two kinds of sounds came to me now: the excited voices, growing louder,…