“Que sera sera,” Bing remarked. “In Moslem countries everything is left in the hands of Allah. You must realise that by this time.”
“I only wish I knew whether Allah was for us or against us in this project,” Melina said a little sarcastically.
To her astonishment Bing answered her with complete seriousness.
“He is with us,” he answered. “I have never doubted it for one moment since I undertook to find the boy.”
For an instant they stared at each other.
She thought in the moonlight that his expression was hard and then his hand came out and touched her cheek.
“You are a brave girl, Melina,” he said. “Your father would have been proud of you.”
She felt the sudden tears prick her eyes, both at the kindness of his voice and because he had praised her with words she valued above all oth
