When the servant answered the bell, I got out of the carriage, and Arif Pasha, bending over my hand, said:
"Mademoiselle, tell your brother that I shall forget ever having seen you to-night."
"Thank you," I said.
Of the man who opened the door I asked: "Is my brother or Kyrios Kallerghis in?"
"No, mademoiselle. They have been here several times this morning, but are out now. They seem to be in some kind of trouble."
"As soon as they come in, tell them I should like to see them."
It was a haggard and miserable brother who came to my room an hour or so later.
After telling him all my adventure, I repeated Arif Pasha's message.
My brother gave me a long, thoughtful look.
"Do you know," he said at last, "that Arif and I have been deadly enemies for the last three years?"
