Chapter 57

"I knew he wasn't bluffing," he answered. "I saw that in his eyes. Now we'll see how he likes it." There came another vivid spark, and with a loud clang the gate closed in the grille, while the Egyptian still sprawled unconscious in the chair. "So I took the only possible way as it seemed to me. If it failed--I died, and by the mercy of Allah it didn't. Oh! my God! look!" His hand gripped my arm, and I swung round just in time to see it. I suppose he'd slipped in the chair or something, but Prince Selim's back was …