CHAPTER XV

ZARMI REAPPEARS “Come in!” I cried. The door opened and a page-boy entered. “A cable for Dr. Petrie.” I started up from my chair. A thousand possibilities—some of a sort to bring dread to my heart—instantly occurred to me. I tore open the envelope and, as one does, glanced first at the name of the sender. It was signed “Kâramanèh!” “Smith!” I said hoarsely, glancing over the message, “Kâramanèh is on her way to England. She arrives by the _Nicobar_ to-morrow!” “Eh?” cried Nayland Smith, in turn leaping to his feet.…