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Show above her head, and the lamp flame flickered uneasily. Behind the salt mountain there grew slowly a pale light that heralded the coming of the moon. VIII SIR CLAUDE walked through the darkness towards the village. As he went, treading softly on the dry and sandy road, he thought of the prophecy of the astrologer in Paris, he seemed to see the thin red lines of meticulous writing: "Danger d'une grande perte -la plus grande perte possible." And then he thought of the young Spahi, sitting by the small table in the hotel dining- room, and smiling gently as he cracked the walnut with his fingers and drew out the kernel that nestled within. And then he thought of Achmed. Achmed was a m.. ighty hunter, and |