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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Desert Air, by Robert Hichens
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+
+Title: Desert Air
+ 1905
+
+Author: Robert Hichens
+
+Release Date: November 8, 2007 [EBook #23418]
+Last Updated: December 17, 2016
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DESERT AIR ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Widger
+
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+
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+
+</pre>
+ <div style="height: 8em;">
+ <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+ </div>
+ <h1>
+ DESERT AIR
+ </h1>
+ <h2>
+ By Robert Hichens
+ </h2>
+ <p>
+ <br />
+ </p>
+ <h3>
+ Frederick A. Stokes Company Publishers
+ </h3>
+ <h4>
+ Copyright, 1905
+ </h4>
+ <p>
+ <br /> <br />
+ </p>
+ <hr />
+ <p>
+ <br /> <br />
+ </p>
+ <h2>
+ Contents
+ </h2>
+ <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto">
+ <tr>
+ <td>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> I </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> II </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> III </a>
+ </p>
+ </td>
+ </tr>
+ </table>
+ <p>
+ <br /> <br />
+ </p>
+ <hr />
+ <p>
+ <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001">
+ <!-- H2 anchor --> </a>
+ </p>
+ <div style="height: 4em;">
+ <br /><br /><br /><br />
+ </div>
+ <h2>
+ I
+ </h2>
+ <p>
+ On an evening of last summer I was dining in London at the Carlton with
+ two men. One of them was an excellent type of young England, strong,
+ healthy, athletic, and straightforward. The other was a clever London
+ doctor who was building up a great practice in the West End. At dessert
+ the conversation turned upon a then recent tragedy in which a great
+ reputation had gone down, and young England spoke rather contemptuously of
+ the victim, with the superior surprise human beings generally express
+ about the sin which does not happen to be theirs.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t understand it!&rdquo; was his conclusion. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s beyond me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Climate,&rdquo; said the doctor quietly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Climate. Air.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Young England looked inexpressively astonished.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But hang it all!&rdquo; he exclaimed, &ldquo;you don&rsquo;t mean to say change of air
+ means change of nature?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not to everyone. Not to you, perhaps. Have you travelled much?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;ve been to Paris for the Grand Prix, and to Monte&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;For the gambling. That&rsquo;s hardly travelling. Now, I&rsquo;ve studied this
+ subject a little, quietly in Harley Street. I&rsquo;m no traveller myself, but I
+ have dozens of patients who are. And I&rsquo;m convinced that the modern
+ facilities for travel, besides giving an infinity of pleasure, bring about
+ innumerable tragedies.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He turned to me.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You go abroad a great deal. What do you say?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That you&rsquo;re perfectly right. And I&rsquo;m prepared to affirm that, in
+ highly-strung, imaginative, or over-worked people change of climate does
+ sometimes actually cause, or seem to cause, change of nature.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Young England, who was by no means highly-strung or imaginative, looked
+ politely dubious, but the doctor was evidently pleased.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;An ally!&rdquo; he cried.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He glanced at me for an instant, then added:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You&rsquo;ve got a case that proves it, at any rate to you, in your mind.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Quite true.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Can you give it us?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Jove! let&rsquo;s have it!&rdquo; exclaimed young England.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Certainly, if you like,&rdquo; I said. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know whether you ever heard of
+ the Marnier affair?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Young England shook his head, but the doctor replied at once.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Three years ago, wasn&rsquo;t it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Four.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And it happened in some remote place in the Sahara Desert?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;In Beni-Kouidar. I was with Henry Marnier in Beni-Kouidar at the time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Go ahead!&rdquo; said young England more eagerly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Poor Marnier was not an old friend of mine, but an acquaintance whom I
+ had met casually at Beni-Mora, which is known as a health resort.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I send patients there sometimes,&rdquo; said the doctor.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The railway stops at Beni-Mora. To reach Beni-Kouidar one must go on
+ horse or camel back over between three and four hundred kilometres of
+ desert, sleeping on the way at Travellers&rsquo; Houses&mdash;Bordjs as they are
+ called there. Beni-Kouidar lies in the midst of immeasurable sands, and
+ the air that blows through its palm gardens, and round its mosque towers,
+ and down its alleys under the arcades, is startling: dry as the finest
+ champagne, almost fiercely pure and fresh, exhilarating&mdash;well, too
+ exhilarating for certain people.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The doctor nodded.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Champagne goes very quickly to some heads,&rdquo; he interjected.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Beni-Kouidar has nothing to say to modern civilisation. It is a wild and
+ turbulent city, divided into quarters&mdash;the Arab quarter, the Jews&rsquo;
+ quarter, the freed negroes&rsquo; quarter, and so on&mdash;and furthermore, is
+ infested at certain seasons by the Sahara nomads, who camp in filthy tents
+ on the huge sand dunes round about, and sell rugs, burnouses, and Touareg
+ work to the inhabitants, buying in return the dates for which the palms of
+ Beni-Kouidar are celebrated.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wanted to see a real Sahara city to which the Cook&rsquo;s tourist had not as
+ yet penetrated, and I resolved to ride there from Beni-Mora. When Henry
+ Marnier heard of it he asked if he might accompany me.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Marnier was a young man who had recently left Oxford, and who had come
+ out to Beni-Mora only a week before to see his mother, who was going
+ through the sulphur cure. He was what is generally called a
+ &lsquo;serious-minded young man&rsquo;; intellectual, inclined to grave reading and
+ high thinking, totally devoid of frivolity, a little cold in manner and
+ temperament, one would have sworn; in fact, a type of a very well-known
+ kind of Oxford undergraduate, the kind that takes a good tutorship for a
+ year or so after leaving the University, and then becomes a schoolmaster
+ or a clergyman. Marnier, by the way, intended to take orders.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, this sort of young man is not precisely my sort, and especially not
+ my sort in the Sahara Desert. But I did not want to be rude to Marnier,
+ who was friendly and agreeable, and obviously anxious to increase his
+ already considerable store of knowledge. So I put my inclinations in my
+ pocket, and, with inward reluctance, I agreed.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We set off with Safti, my faithful one-eyed Arab guide, and after three
+ long days of riding and talking&mdash;as I had feared&mdash;Maeterlink and
+ Tolstoy, Henley and Verlaine (this last being utterly condemned by Marnier
+ as a man of weak character and degraded life) we saw the towers of
+ Beni-Kouidar aspiring above the shifting sands, the tufted summits of the
+ thousands of palm-trees, and heard the dull beating of drums and the cries
+ of people borne to us over the spaces of which silence is the steady
+ guardian.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We were all pretty tired, but Marnier was, especially done up. He had
+ recently been working very hard for the &lsquo;first&rsquo; with which he had left
+ Oxford, and was not in good condition. We were, therefore, glad enough
+ when we rode through the wide street thronged with natives, turned the
+ corner into the great camel market, and finally dismounted before the door
+ of the one inn, the &lsquo;Rendezvous des Amis,&rsquo; a mean, dusty, one-storey
+ building, on whose dirty white wall was a crude painting of a preposterous
+ harridan in a purple empire gown, pouring wine for a Zouave who was
+ evidently afflicted with elephantiasis. Yet, tired as I was, I stepped out
+ into the camel market for a moment before going into the house, emptied my
+ lungs, and slowly filled them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;What air!&rsquo; I said to Marnier, who had followed me.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;It is extraordinary,&rsquo; he answered in his rather dry tenor voice. &lsquo;I
+ should say like the best champagne, if I did not happen to be a
+ teetotaller.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;(The market, I must explain, was not at that moment in active operation.)
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;After a <i>bain de siege</i>&mdash;we both longed for total immersion&mdash;and
+ some weak tea, in which I mingled a spoonful of rum, we felt better, but
+ we reposed till dinner, and once again Marnier, in his habitually
+ restrained and critical manner, discussed contemporary literature, and
+ what Plato and Aristotle, judging by; their writings, would have been
+ likely to think of it. And once again I felt as if I were in the &lsquo;High&rsquo; at
+ Oxford, and was almost inclined to wish that Marnier was the rowdy type of
+ undergrad, who ducks people in water troughs and makes bonfires in quads.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;H&rsquo;m!&rdquo; said the doctor gravely. &ldquo;Better, perhaps, if he had been.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Much better,&rdquo; I answered. &ldquo;At seven o&rsquo;clock we ate a rather tough dinner
+ in the small, bare <i>salle-à-manger</i>, on the red brick floor of which
+ sand grains were lying. Our only companion was a bearded priest in a dirty
+ soutane, the aumônier of Beni-Kouidar, who sat at a little table apart,
+ and greeted our entrance with a polite bow, but did not then speak to us.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;When the meal was ended, however, he joined us as we stood at the inn
+ door looking out into the night. A moon was rising above the palms, and
+ gilding the cupolas of the Bureau Arabe on the far side of the Market
+ Square. A distant noise of tomtoms and African pipes was audible. And all
+ down the hill to our left&mdash;for the land rose to where the inn stood&mdash;fires
+ gleamed, and we could see half-naked figures passing and repassing them,
+ and others squatting beside, looking like monks in their hooped burnouses.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;You are going out, messieurs?&rsquo; said the aumônier politely.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I looked at Marnier.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;You&rsquo;re too done up, I expect?&rsquo; I said to him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;His face was pale, and he certainly had the demeanour of a tired man.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;No,&rsquo; he answered. &lsquo;I should like to stroll in this wonderful air.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I turned to the priest.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Yes, monsieur,&rsquo; I said.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;I come here to take my meals, but I live at the edge of the town.
+ Perhaps you will permit me to accompany you for a little way.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;We shall be delighted, and we know nothing of Beni-Kouidar.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;As we stepped out into the market Marnier paused to light his pipe. But
+ suddenly he threw away the match he had struck.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;No, it&rsquo;s a sin to smoke in this air,&rsquo; he said.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And he drew a deep breath, looking at the round moon.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The priest smiled.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;I have lived here for four years,&rsquo; he said, &lsquo;and cannot resist my cigar.
+ But you are right. The air of Beni-Kouidar is extraordinary. When first I
+ came here it used to mount to my head like wine.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Bad for you, Marnier!&rsquo; I said, laughing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I added, to the aumônier:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;My friend never drinks wine, and so ought to be peculiarly susceptible
+ to such an influence.&rsquo;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002">
+ <!-- H2 anchor --> </a>
+ </p>
+ <div style="height: 4em;">
+ <br /><br /><br /><br />
+ </div>
+ <h2>
+ II
+ </h2>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Opposite to the aumonier&rsquo;s dwelling was the great dancing-house of the
+ town, and when we had bade him good-night, and turned to go back to the
+ inn, I rather tentatively suggested to Marnier that, perhaps, it would be
+ interesting to look in there for a moment.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;All right,&rsquo; he responded, with his most donnish manner. &lsquo;But I expect it
+ will be rather an unwashed crowd.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A quantity of native soldiers&mdash;the sort that used to be called
+ Turcos&mdash;were gathered round the door. We pushed our way through them,
+ and entered. The café was large, with big white pillars and a double row
+ of divans in the middle, and divans rising in tiers all round. On the left
+ was a large doorway, in which gorgeously-dressed painted women, with gold
+ crowns on their heads, were standing, smoking cigarettes, and laughing
+ with the Arabs; and at the end farthest from the street entrance was a
+ raised platform, on which sat three musicians&mdash;a wild-looking demon
+ of a man blowing into an instrument with an immense funnel, and two men
+ beating tomtoms. The noise they made was terrific. The piper wore a
+ voluminous burnouse, and as the dancers came in in pairs from the big
+ doorway, which led into the court where they all live together, each in
+ her separate little room with her own front door, they threw their door
+ keys into the hood that was attached to it. As soon as they had finished
+ dancing they went to the hood, and rummaged violently for them again. And
+ all the time the piper blew frantically into his instrument, and rocked
+ himself about like a man in a convulsion.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We sat on one of the raised divans, with coffee before us on a wooden
+ stool, and Marnier observed it all with a slightly supercilious coldness.
+ The women, who were dressed in different shades of red, and were the most
+ amazing trollops I ever set eyes on, came and went in pairs, fluttered
+ their painted fingers, twittered like startled birds, jumped and twirled,
+ wriggled and revolved, and inclined their greasy foreheads to the
+ impenetrable spectators, who stuck silver coins on to the perspiring
+ flesh. And Marnier sat and gazed at them with the aloofness of one who
+ watches the creatures in puddle water through a microscope. I could
+ scarcely help laughing at him, but I wished him away. For to me there was
+ excitement, there was even a sort of ecstasy, in the utter barbarity of
+ this spectacle, in the moving scarlet figures with their golden crowns and
+ tufts of ostrich plumes, in the serried masses of turbaned and hooded
+ spectators, in the rocking forms of the musicians, in the strident and
+ ceaseless uproar that they made.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And through the doorway where the Tur-cos&mdash;I like the old name&mdash;crowded
+ I saw the sand filtering in from the desert, and against the black leaves
+ of a solitary palm-tree, with leaves like giant Fatma hands, I saw the
+ silver disc of the moon.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;I vote we go,&rsquo; said Marnier&rsquo;s light tenor voice in my ear. &lsquo;The
+ atmosphere&rsquo;s awful in here.&rsquo; &ldquo;&lsquo;Very well,&rsquo; I said.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I got up; but just then a girl, dressed in midnight purple embroidered
+ with silver, came in from the doorway, and began to dance alone. She was
+ very young&mdash;fourteen, I found out afterwards&mdash;and, in contrast
+ to the other women, extremely beautiful. There were grace, seduction,
+ mystery, and coquetry in her face and in all her movements. Her long black
+ eyes held fire and dreams. Her fluttering hands seemed beckoning us to the
+ realms of the thousand and one nights. I stood where I had got up, and
+ watched her.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;I say, aren&rsquo;t we going?&rsquo; said Marnier&rsquo;s voice in my ear.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I cursed the day when I had agreed to take him with me, leaped down to
+ the earth, and struggled towards the door. As we neared it the girl sidled
+ down the room till she was exactly in front of Marnier. Then she danced
+ before him, smiling with her immense eyes, which she fixed steadily upon
+ him, and bending forward her pretty head, covered with a cloth of silver
+ handkerchief.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Give her something,&rsquo; I said to him, laughing, as he stared back at her
+ grimly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He thrust his hand into his pocket, found a franc, stuck it awkwardly
+ against her oval forehead, and followed me out.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;When we were in the sandy street he walked a few steps in silence, then
+ stood still, and, to my surprise, stared back at the dancing-house. Then
+ he put his hand to his head.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Is the air having its alcoholic effect?&rsquo; I asked in joke.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;As I spoke a handsome Arab, splendidly dressed in a pale blue robe, red
+ gaiters and boots, and a turban of fine muslin, spangled with gold, passed
+ us slowly, going towards the dancing-house. He cast a glance full of
+ suspicion and malice at Marnier.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;What&rsquo;s up with that fellow?&rsquo; I said, startled.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The Arab went on, and at that moment the faithful Safti joined us. He
+ never left me long out of his sight in these outlandish places.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;That is the Batouch Sidi, the brother of the Caïd of Beni-Kouidar,&rsquo; he
+ said. &lsquo;Algia, the dancer to whom Monsieur Henri has just given money, is
+ his <i>chère amie</i>. But as the government has just made him a sheik, he
+ dares not have her in his house for fear of the scandal. So he has put her
+ with the dancers. That is why she dances, to deceive everyone, not to make
+ money. She is not as the other dancers. But everyone knows, for Batouch is
+ mad with jealousy. He cannot bear that Algia should dance before
+ strangers, but what can he do? A sheik must not have a scandal in his
+ dwelling.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We walked on slowly. When we got to the door of the &lsquo;Rendezvous des Amis&rsquo;
+ Marnier stood still again, and looked down the deserted, moonlit camel
+ market.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;I never knew air like this,&rsquo; he said in a low voice.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And once more he expelled the air from his lungs, and drew in a long,
+ slow breath, as a man does when he has finished his dumbbell exercise in
+ the morning.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Don&rsquo;t drink too much of it,&rsquo; I said. &lsquo;Remember what the aumônier told
+ us!&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Marnier looked at me. I thought there was something apprehensive in his
+ eyes. But he said nothing, and we turned in.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The next day I rode out with Safti into the desert to visit a sacred
+ personage of great note in the Sahara, Sidi El Ahmed Ben Daoud
+ Abderahmann. To my relief Marnier declined to come. He said he was tired,
+ and would stroll about the city. When we got back at sundown the innkeeper
+ handed me a note. I opened it, and found it was from the aumônier, saying
+ that he would be greatly obliged if I would call and see him on my return,
+ as he had various little curiosities which he would be glad to show me.
+ Marnier was not in the inn, and, as I had nothing particular to do, I
+ walked at once to the aumonier&rsquo;s house. As I have said, it was the last in
+ the town. The dancing-house was on the opposite side of the way; but the
+ aumonier&rsquo;s dwelling jutted out a little farther into the desert, and
+ looked full on a deep depression of soft sand bounded by a big dune, which
+ loomed up like a couchant beast in the fading yellow light.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The aumônier met me at his door, and escorted me into a pleasant room,
+ where his collection of Arab weapons, coins, and old vases, cups, and
+ various utensils, dug up, he told me, at Tlemcen, was arranged. But to my
+ surprise he scarcely took time to show it to me before he said:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Though a stranger, may I venture to speak rather intimately to you,
+ monsieur?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Certainly,&rsquo; I replied, in some astonishment.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Your friend is young.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Marnier?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Is that his name? Well, I would not leave him to stroll about too much
+ alone, if I were you.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Why, monsieur?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;He is likely to get into trouble. The people here are a wild and violent
+ race. He would do well to bear in mind the saying of a traveller who knew
+ the desert men better than most people:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If you want to be friendly with them, and safe among them, give
+ cigarettes to the men, and leave the women alone.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;I see a good deal, monsieur, owing to the situation of my little house.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I looked at him in silence. Then I said:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;What have you seen?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He led me to the door, and pointed towards the great dune beyond the
+ dancing-house.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I saw your friend this afternoon talking there with one whom it is
+ especially unsafe to be seen with in Beni-Koujtlar.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;With whom?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;A dancer called Àlgia.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Talking, monsieur! Marnier knows no Arabic.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The aumônier pursed his lips in his black beard.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;The conversation appeared to be carried on by signs,&rsquo; he responded.
+ &lsquo;That did not make it less but more dangerous.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I&rsquo;m afraid I was rude, and whistled softly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Monsieur l&rsquo;Aumônier,&rsquo; I said, &lsquo;you must forgive me, but this air is
+ certainly the very devil.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He smiled, not without irony.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;I became aware of that myself, monsieur, when first I came to live in
+ Beni-Kouidar. But I am a priest, and&mdash;well, monsieur, I was given the
+ strength to say: &ldquo;Get thee behind me, Satan.&rdquo;&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A softer look came into his sunburnt, wrinkled face.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Better take your friend away as soon as possible,&rsquo; he added, &lsquo;or there
+ will be trouble.&rsquo;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003">
+ <!-- H2 anchor --> </a>
+ </p>
+ <div style="height: 4em;">
+ <br /><br /><br /><br />
+ </div>
+ <h2>
+ III
+ </h2>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That night I found myself confronted by a Marnier whom I had never seen
+ before. The desert wine had gone to the lad&rsquo;s brain. That was certain. No
+ intonations of the Oxford don lurked in the voice. No reminiscences of the
+ Oxford &lsquo;High&rsquo; clung about the manner. A man sober and the same man drunk
+ are scarcely more different than the Marnier who had ridden with me up the
+ sandy street of Beni-Kouidar the previous day and the man who sat opposite
+ to me at dinner in the &lsquo;Rendezvous des Amis&rsquo; that night. I knew in a
+ moment that the aumônier was right, and that I must get the lad away at
+ once from the intoxicant which nature poured out over this far-away city.
+ His eyes were shining feverishly, and when I mentioned Mr. Ruskin in a
+ casual way he looked unutterably bored.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Ruskin and all those fellows seem awfully slow and out of place here,&rsquo;
+ he exclaimed. &lsquo;One doesn&rsquo;t want to bother about them in the Sahara.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I changed the subject.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;There doesn&rsquo;t seem very much to see here,&rsquo; I said carelessly. &lsquo;We might
+ get away the day after to-morrow, don&rsquo;t you think?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He drew his brows down.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;The horses won&rsquo;t be sufficiently rested,&rsquo; he said curtly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Oh yes; I fancy they will.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Well, I don&rsquo;t fancy I shall. The long ride took it out of me.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Turn in to-night, then, directly after dinner.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He looked at me with sharp suspicion. I met his gaze blandly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;I mean to,&rsquo; he said after a short pause.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I knew he was telling me a lie, but I only said: &lsquo;That&rsquo;s right!&rsquo; and
+ resolved to keep an eye on him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Directly dinner was over he sprang up from the table.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Good-night,&rsquo; he said.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And before I could reply he was out of the <i>salle-à-manger</i>, and I
+ heard him tramp along the brick floor of the passage, go into his room,
+ and bang the door.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The aumônier was getting up from his little table, and shaking the crumbs
+ from his soutane.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;You are quite right, monsieur,&rsquo; I said to him. &lsquo;I must get my friend
+ away.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;I shall be sorry to lose you,&rsquo; replied the good priest. &lsquo;But&mdash;desert
+ air, desert air!&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He shook his head, half wistfully, half laughingly, bowed, put on his
+ broad-brimmed black hat, and went out.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;After a moment I followed him. I stood in the doorway of the inn, and lit
+ a cigar. I knew Marnier was not going to bed, and meant to catch him when
+ he came out, and join him. In common politeness he could scarcely refuse
+ my company, since he had asked me as a favour to let him come with me to
+ Beni-Kouidar. I waited, watching the moon rise, till my cigar was smoked
+ out. Then I lit another. Still he did not come. I heard the distant throb
+ of tomtoms beyond the Bureau Arabe in the quarter of the freed negroes.
+ They were having a fantasia. I began to think that I must have been
+ mistaken, and that Marnier had really turned in. So much the better. The
+ ash dropped from the stump of my second cigar, and the deserted camel
+ market was flooded with silver from the moon-rays. I knew there was only
+ one door to the inn. Slowly I lit a third cigar.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A large cloud went over the face of the moon. A gust of wind struck my
+ face. Suddenly the night had changed. The moon looked forth again, and was
+ again obscured. A second gust struck me like a blow, and my face was stung
+ by a multitude of sand grains. I heard steps behind me in the brick
+ passage, turned swiftly, and saw the landlord.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;I must shut the door, m&rsquo;sieu,&rsquo; he said. &lsquo;There&rsquo;s a bad sandstorm coming
+ up.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;As he spoke the wind roared, and over the camel market a thick fog seemed
+ to fall abruptly. It was a sheet of sand from the surrounding dunes. I
+ threw away my cigar, stepped into the passage, and the landlord banged the
+ door, and drove home the heavy bolts.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I went to Marnier&rsquo;s room, and knocked. I felt sure, but I thought I
+ would make sure before going to my room.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No answer.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I knocked again loudly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Again no answer.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I turned the handle, and entered.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The room was empty. I glanced round quickly. The small window was open.
+ All the windows of the inn were barred, but, as I learned later, a bar in
+ Marnier&rsquo;s had been broken, and was not yet replaced when we arrived at
+ Beni-Kouidar. In consequence of this it was possible to squeeze through
+ into the arcade outside. This was what Marnier had done. My precise,
+ gentlemanly, reserved, and methodical acquaintance had deliberately given
+ me the slip by sneaking out of a window like a schoolboy, and creeping
+ round the edge of the inn to the <i>fosse</i> that lay in the shadow of
+ the sand dimes. As I realised this I realised his danger.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I ran to my room, fetched my revolver, slipped it into my pocket, and
+ hurried to the front door. The landlord heard me trying to undo the bolts,
+ and came out protesting.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;M&rsquo;sieu cannot go out into the storm.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;I must.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;But m&rsquo;sieu does not know what Beni-Kouidar is like when the sand is
+ blown on the wind. It is <i>enfer</i>. Besides, it is not safe. In the
+ darkness m&rsquo;sieu may receive a <i>mauvais coup</i>.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Make haste, please, and open the door. I am going to fetch my friend.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He pulled the bolts, grumbling and swearing, and I went out into <i>enfer</i>.
+ For he was right. A sandstorm at night in Beni-Kouidar is hell.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Luckily, Safti joined me mysteriously from the deuce knows where, and we
+ staggered to the dancing-house somehow, and struggled in, blinded, our
+ faces scored, our clothes heavy with sand, our pockets, our very boots,
+ weighed down with it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The tomtoms were roaring, the pipe was yelling, blown by the frantic
+ demon with his hood full of latch keys, the impassible, bearded faces were
+ watching the painted women who, in their red garments and their golden
+ crowns, promenaded down the earthen floor, between the divans, fluttering
+ their dyed fingers, smiling grotesquely like idols, bending forward their
+ greasy foreheads to receive the tribute of their admirers.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I ran my eyes swiftly over the mob. Marnier was not in it. I pushed my
+ way towards the doorway on the left which gave on to the court of the
+ dancers.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Safti caught hold of my arm.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;It is not safe to go in there on such a night, Sidi. There are no lamps.
+ It is black as a tomb. And no one can tell who may be there. Nomads,
+ perhaps, men of evil from the south. Many murders have been done in the
+ court on black nights, and no one can say who has done them. For all the
+ time men go in and out to the rooms of the dancers.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Nevertheless, Safti, I must&mdash;&mdash;&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I stopped speaking, for at this moment Batouch, the brother of the Caïd
+ of Beni-Kouidar, came slowly in through the doorway from the blackness of
+ the sand-swept court. There was a strange smile on his handsome face, and
+ he was caressing his black beard gently with one delicate hand. He saw me,
+ smiled more till I caught the gleam of his white teeth, passed on into the
+ dancing-house, sat down on a divan, and called for coffee. I could not
+ take my eyes from him. Every movement he made fascinated me. He drew from
+ his pale blue robe a silver box, opened it, lifted out a pinch of tobacco,
+ and began carefully to roll a cigarette. And all the time he smiled.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A glacial cold crept over my body. As he lit his cigarette I caught hold
+ of Safti, and hurried through the doorway into the blackness of the
+ whirling sand.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <hr />
+ <p>
+ Here I stopped.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well?&rdquo; said young England. &ldquo;Well?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The doctor did not speak.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; I answered. &ldquo;Algia danced that night. While she was dancing we
+ found a dead body in the court. It was Marnier&rsquo;s. A knife had been thrust
+ into him from behind!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah!&rdquo; said the doctor.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But&mdash;&rdquo; exclaimed young England, &ldquo;it was that fellow? It was
+ Batouch?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I shrugged my shoulders.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nobody ever found out who did it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, but of course&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He checked himself, and an expression of admiration dawned slowly over his
+ healthy, handsome face.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;to be able to roll a cigarette directly afterwards!
+ What infernal cheek!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Desert air!&rdquo; I replied. &ldquo;My dear chap&mdash;desert air!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The doctor nodded.
+ </p>
+ <div style="height: 6em;">
+ <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+ </div>
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