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? ? ? ? "Since you showed me that photograph a moment ago," replied the Englishman.

? ? ? ? "It is she," said Jacot, shaking with suppressed emotion; "but she does not recognize me--of course she could not." Then he turned to Meriem. "My child," he said, "I am your--"

? ? ? ? But she interrupted him with a quick, glad cry, as she ran toward him with outstretched arms.

? ? ? ? "I know you! I know you!" she cried. "Oh, now I remember," and the old man folded her in his arms.

? ? ? ? Jack Clayton and his mother were summoned, and when the story had been told them they were only glad that little Meriem had found a father and a mother.

? ? ? ? "And really you didn't marry an Arab waif after all," said Meriem. "Isn't it fine!"

? ? ? ? "You are fine," replied The Killer. "I married my little Meriem, and I don't care, for my part, whether she is an Arab, or just a little Tarmangani."

? ? ? ? "She is neither, my son," said General Armand Jacot.


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