“It is Fate,” Von Ragastein decided.  “Where I go, I must go alone.  Farewell, dear friend!  We will drink the toast we drank our last night in your rooms at Magdalen.  That Sanscrit man translated it for us:  ’May each find what he seeks!’ We must follow our star.”

Dominey laughed a little bitterly.  He pointed to a light glowing fitfully in the bush.

“My will-o’-the-wisp,” he muttered recklessly, “leading where I shall follow—­into the swamps!”

A few minutes later Dominey threw himself upon his couch, curiously and unaccountably drowsy.  Von Ragastein, who had come in to wish him good night, stood looking down at him for several moments with significant intentness.  Then, satisfied that his guest really slept, he turned and passed through the hanging curtain of dried grasses into the next banda, where the doctor, still fully dressed, was awaiting him.  They spoke together in German and with lowered voices.  Von Ragastein had lost something of his imperturbability.

“Everything progresses according to my orders?” he demanded.

“Everything, Excellency!  The boys are being loaded, and a runner has gone on to Wadihuan for ponies to be prepared.”

“They know that I wish to start at dawn?”

“All will be prepared, Excellency.”

Von Ragastein laid his hand upon the doctor’s shoulder.

“Come outside, Schmidt,” he said.  “I have something to tell you of my plans.”

The two men seated themselves in the long, wicker chairs, the doctor in an attitude of strict attention.  Von Ragastein turned his head and listened.  From Dominey’s quarters came the sound of deep and regular breathing.

“I have formed a great plan, Schmidt,” Von Ragastein proceeded.  “You know what news has come to me from Berlin?”

“Your Excellency has told me a little,” the doctor reminded him.

“The Day arrives,” Von Ragastein pronounced, his voice shaking with deep emotion.  He paused a moment in thought and continued, “the time, even the month, is fixed.  I am recalled from here to take the place for which I was destined.  You know what that place is?  You know why I was sent to an English public school and college?”

“I can guess.”

“I am to take up my residence in England.  I am to have a special mission.  I am to find a place for myself there as an Englishman.  The means are left to my ingenuity.  Listen, Schmidt.  A great idea has come to me.”

The doctor lit a cigar.

“I listen, Excellency.”

Von Ragastein rose to his feet.  Not content with the sound of that regular breathing, he made his way to the opening of the banda and gazed in at Dominey’s slumbering form.  Then he returned.

“It is something which you do not wish the Englishman to hear?” the doctor asked.

“It is.”

“We speak in German.”

“Languages,” was the cautions reply, “happen to be that man’s only accomplishment.  He can speak German as fluently as you or I. That, however, is of no consequence.  He sleeps and he will continue to sleep.  I mixed him a sleeping draught with his whisky and soda.”