The first, who was a certain Captain Boyle, was of a bold and boyish type, dark, and with a sort of native heat in his face that did not belong to the atmosphere of the East, but rather to the ardors and ambitions of the West.
"Now, no other nation in the world could have done a thing like that," cried Captain Boyle, emphatically.
Captain Boyle frowned in a slightly puzzled fashion.
"I'm afraid I don't know much about Arab legends," said Boyle, rather stiffly.
"What a queer chap you are," said Boyle. "You talk as if a fellow could believe those fables."
The great Lord Hastings believed in science and study, as in other severe ideals of life, and had given much paternal advice on the point to young Boyle, whose appearances in that place of research were rather more intermittent.
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.
"I only hope Boyle is sticking to scientific researches," said Horne Fisher.
A few feet away was Boyle, almost as motionless, but supported on his hands and knees, and staring at the body.