CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. The Col of the Swallows
He pointed to the slip on the table.
'You have seen the orders?'
I nodded.
'The long day's work is over. You must rejoice, for your part has been the hardest, I think. Some day you will tell me about it?'
The man's face was honest and kindly, rather like that of the engineer Gaudian, whom two years before I had met in Germany. But his eyes fascinated me, for they were the eyes of the dreamer and fanatic, who would not desist from his quest while life lasted. I thought that Ivery had chosen well in his colleague.
'My task is not done yet,' I said. 'I came here to see Chelius.'
'He will be back tomorrow evening.'
'Too late. I must see him at once. He has gone to Italy, and I must overtake him.'
'You know your duty best,' he said gravely.
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