Mr. Hichens again displays his indescribable power in setting forth the mystery, the fascination, the strange atmosphere of the desert. Blended with this wonderful setting are the lives of a young English lord and his wife, and a handsome Arab army officer who plies his crafty arts upon the heroine while her husband is absent hunting. The story is charged with the heat, passion, and swift action that befit a romance of the Algerian desert."An improbable romance, strong in natural descriptions." -- The New York Times
r in the moonlight, and the babyish sound of the voice that issued from its lips, formed a combination that stirred her neurotic temperament ever impatient in the search after novelty. Almost ere she realized what she was doing, she had smiled at the Spahi. He stopped singing and smiled up at her. Then he spoke, as if to speak with her were the most natural thing in the world.
"Has madame ever seen the desert under the moon?"
Lady Wyverne started and half drew back. This really was carrying things very far.
"Madame is coming down?" said the Spahi, misinterpreting the movement with a delightful, boyish insolence.
Before she knew that she was speaking, Lady Wyverne had said, in French:
"It is a pity. Five minutes and madame could see the desert in the moonlight. There is nothing to fear."
He put his hand down for an instant, then lifted it, and Lady Wyverne saw the moonlight glittering on the polished steel of a revolver. The sparkle fascinated h