"For that purpose (as the local police are chiefly native and therefore scarcely reliable, and your Colonel on the spot might hesitate to act on his own initiative in the possible event of a rising of the man’s Moslem followers), I propose that you send some one from Cairo to take command, and therefore suggest Gordon, your first staff officer, and the most proper person (always excepting yourself) to deal with a situation of such gravity.—Yours in haste, NUNEHAM." While Helena was reading the letter the General could hardly restrain his excitement. "Just as I thought!" he said. "I knew the Consul-General would put down that new Mahdi. Wonderful man, Nuneham! And what a chance for Gordon! By Gad, he’ll have all Europe talking about him. He deserves it, though. Ask the staff. Ask the officers. Ask the men. I see what Nuneham’s aiming at—making Gordon his successor! Well, why not? Why not Gordon Lord the Consul-General? I ask, why not? Good for Egypt and good for England too. Am I wrong?" Then, remembering to whom he was addressing these imperative challenges, he laughed and said, "Ah, of course! I congratulate you, my child! I’ll live to see you proud and happy yet, Helena. Now go—I’m going to get up." And when Helena warned him that he was over-exciting himself again, he said, "Not a bit of it. I’m all right now. But I must write to Alexandria immediately and see Gordon at once.... Coming up this afternoon, you say? That will do. Splendid fellow! Fine as his father! Father and son—both splendid!" *CHAPTER X* When Gordon reached the General’s house at five o’clock that day there was for a while a clash of opposing wills. Thinking of Helena’s peremptory advice, _Smash the Mahdi_, he was determined to tell her what the Chancellor of El Azhar had said of Ishmael Ameer, and she was resolved that he should say nothing about him. So while Gordon stood by the shaded window, looking down on the city below, which still lay hot under the sun’s fierce eye, Helena talked of his mother, her father, and of the Princess Nazimah, who had invited her, in a funny letter, to join the ladies’ council for the emancipation of Egyptian women and the abolition of polygamy, saying among other things, "The needle carries but one thread, my dear, and the heart cannot carry two." But at length she said— "When do you leave for Alexandria?" "To-night at half-past six. My servant is to take my bag to the railway station, and Hafiz and two other Moslems are to meet me there." "Good gracious! No time to lose, then. Mosie!" she cried, and a small black boy with large limpid eyes, wearing a scarlet caftan and blue waistband, came into the room. "Tea, Mosie, quick! Tell the cook the Colonel has to catch a train." The black boy kissed her hand and went bounding out, whereupon she talked again to prevent Gordon from talking.