? ? ? ? As she sat gazing at the picture she suddenly became aware that she was not alone--that someone was standing close behind her-- some one who had approached her noiselessly. Guiltily she thrust the picture back into her waist. A hand fell upon her shoulder. She was sure that it was The Sheik and she awaited in dumb terror the blow that she knew would follow.
? ? ? ? No blow came and she looked upward over her shoulder--into the eyes of Abdul Kamak, the young Arab.
? ? ? ? "I saw," he said, "the picture that you have just hidden.
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