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owths of that curious cactus formation in which one thick leaf grows directly out of the other without stalk or twig。 It gave his fanciful mind a sinister feeling of a blind growth without shape or purpose。 A flower or shrub in the West grows to the blossom which is its crown； and is content。 But this was as if hands could grow out of hands or legs grow out of legs in a nightmare。 〃Always adding a province to the Empire；〃 he said； with a smile； and then added； more sadly； 〃but I doubt if I was right； after all！〃
A strong but genial voice broke in on his meditations and he looked up and smiled； seeing the face of an old friend。 The voice was； indeed； rather more genial than the face； which was at the first glance decidedly grim。 It was a typically legal face； with angular jaws and heavy； grizzled eyebrows； and it belonged to an eminently legal character； though he was now attached in a semimilitary capacity to the police of that wild district。 Cuthbert Grayne was perhaps more of a criminologist than either a lawyer or a policeman； but in his more barbarous surroundings he had proved successful in turning himself into a practical combination of all three。 The discovery of a whole series of strange Oriental crimes stood to his credit。 But as few people were acquainted with； or attracted to； such a hobby or branch of knowledge； his intellectual life was somewhat solitary。 Among the few exceptions was Horne Fisher； who had a curious capacity for talking to almost anybody about almost anything。
〃Studying botany； or is it archaeology？〃 inquired Grayne。 〃I shall never come to the end of your interests； Fisher。 I should say that what you don't know isn't worth knowing。〃
〃You are wrong；〃 replied Fisher； with a very unusual abruptness 'and even bitterness。 〃It's what I do know that isn't worth knowing。 All the seamy side of things； all the secret reasons and rotten motives and bribery arid blackmail they call politics。 I needn't be so proud of having been down all these sewers that I should brag about it to the little boys in the street。〃
〃What do you mean？ What's the matter with you？〃 asked his friend。 〃I never knew you taken like this before。〃
〃I'm ashamed of myself；〃 replied Fisher。 〃I've just been throwing cold water on the enthusiasms of a boy。〃
〃Even that explanation is hardly exhaustive；〃 observed the criminal expert。
〃Damned newspaper nonsense the enthusiasms were； of course；〃 continued Fisher； 〃but I ought to know that at that age illusions can be ideals。 And they're better than the reality； anyhow。 But there is one very ugly responsibility about jolting a young man out of the rut of the most rotten ideal。〃
〃And what may that be？〃 inquired his friend。
〃It's very apt to set him off with the same energy in a much worse direction；〃 answered Fisher； 〃a pretty endless sort of direction； a bottomless pit as deep as the bottomless well。〃
Fisher did not see his friend until a fortnight later； when he found himself in the garden at the back of the clubhouse on the opposite side from the links； a garden heavily colored and scented with sweet semitropical plants in the glow of a desert sunset。 Two other men were with him； the third being the now celebrated second in command； familiar to everybody as Tom Travers； a lean； dark man； who looked older than his years； with a furrow in his brow and something morose about the very shape of his black mustache。 They had just been served with black coffee by the Arab now officiating as the temporary servant of the club； though he was a figure already familiar； and even famous； as the old servant of the general。 He went by the name of Said； and was notable among other Semites for that unnatural length of his yellow face and height of his narrow forehead which is sometimes seen among them； and gave an irrational impression of something sinister； in spite of his agreeable smile。
〃I never feel as if I could quite trust that fellow；〃 said Grayne； when the man had gone away。 〃It's very unjust； I take it； for he was certainly devoted to Hastings； and saved his life； they say。 But Arabs are often like that； loyal to one man。 I can't help feeling he might cut anybody else's throat； and even do it treacherously。〃
〃Well；〃 said Travers； with a rather sour smile； 〃so long as he leaves Hastings alone the world won't mind much。〃
There was a rather embarrassing silence； full of memories of the great battle； and then Horne Fisher said； quietly：
〃The newspapers aren't the world； Tom。 Don't you worry about them。 Everybody in your world knows the truth well enough。〃
〃I think we'd better not talk about the general just now；〃 remarked Grayne； 〃for he's just coming out of the club。〃
〃He's not coming here；〃 said Fisher。 〃He's only seeing his wife to the car。〃
As he spoke； indeed； the lady came out on the steps of the club； followed by her husband； who then went swiftly in front of her to open the garden gate。 As he did so she turned back and spoke for a moment to a solitary man still sitting in a cane chair in the shadow of the doorway； the only man left in the deserted club save for the three that lingered in the garden。 Fisher peered for a moment into the shadow； and saw that it was Captain Boyle。
The next moment； rather to their surprise； the general reappeared and； remounting the steps； spoke a word or two to Boyle in his turn。 Then he signaled to Said； who hurried up with two cups of coffee； and the two men re…entered the club； each carrying his cup in his hand。 The next moment a gleam of white light in the growing darkness showed that the electric lamps had been turned on in the library beyond。
〃Coffee and scientific researches；〃 said Travers； grimly。 〃All the luxuries of learning and theoretical research。 Well； I must be going； for I have my work to do as well。〃 And he got up rather stiffly； saluted his companions； and strode away into the dusk。
〃I only hope Boyle is sticking to scientific researches；〃 said Horne Fisher。 〃I'm not very comfortable about him myself。 But let's talk about something else。〃
They talked about something else longer than they probably imagined； until the tropical night had come and a splendid moon painted the whole scene with silver； but before it was bright enough to see by Fisher had already noted that the lights in the library had been abruptly extinguished。 He waited for the two men to come out by the garden entrance； but nobody came。
〃They must have gone for a stroll on the links；〃 he said。
〃Very possibly；〃 replied Grayne。 〃It's going to be a beautiful night。〃
A moment or two after he had spoken they heard a voice hailing them out of the shadow of the clubhouse； and were astonished to perceive Travers hurrying toward them； calling out as he came：
〃I shall want your help； you fellows；〃 he cried。 〃There's something pretty bad out on the links。〃
They found themselves plunging through the club smoking room and the library beyond； in complete darkness； mental as well as material。 But Horne Fisher； in spite of his affectation of indifference； was a person of a curious and almost transcendental sensibility to atmospheres； and he already felt the presence of something more than an accident。 He collided with a piece of fur