GREENMANTLE ...............................................................................................................................................1

JOHN BUCHAN.....................................................................................................................................1

During the past year, in the intervals of an active life, I have amused myself with constructing this tale. It has

been scribbled in every kind of odd place and moment in England and abroad, during long journeys, in

halfhours between graver tasks; and it bears, I fear, the mark of its gipsy begetting. But it has amused me to

Let no man or woman call its events improbable. The war has driven that word from our vocabulary, and

melodrama has become the prosiest realism. Things unimagined before happen daily to our friends by sea and

land. The one chance in a thousand is habitually taken, and as often as not succeeds. Coincidence, like some

new Briareus, stretches a hundred long arms hourly across the earth. Some day, when the full history is

written sober history with ample documents the poor romancer will give up business and fall to reading

The characters of the tale, if you think hard, you will recall. Sandy you know well. That great spirit was last

heard of at Basra, where he occupies the post that once was Harry Bullivant's. Richard Hannay is where he

longed to be, commanding his battalion on the ugliest bit of front in the West. Mr John S. Blenkiron, full of

honour and wholly cured of dyspepsia, has returned to the States, after vainly endeavouring to take Peter with

him. As for Peter, he has attained the height of his ambition. He has shaved his beard and joined the Flying

I had just finished breakfast and was filling my pipe when I got Bullivant's telegram. It was at Furling, the big

country house in Hampshire where I had come to convalesce after Loos, and Sandy, who was in the same

case, was hunting for the marmalade. I flung him the flimsy with the blue strip pasted down on it, and he

'Hullo, Dick, you've got the battalion. Or maybe it's a staff billet. You'll be a blighted brasshat, coming it

heavy over the hardworking regimental officer. And to think of the language you've wasted on brasshats in

I sat and thought for a bit, for the name 'Bullivant' carried me back eighteen months to the hot summer before

the war. I had not seen the man since, though I had read about him in the papers. For more than a year I had

been a busy battalion officer, with no other thought than to hammer a lot of raw stuff into good soldiers. I had

succeeded pretty well, and there was no prouder man on earth than Richard Hannay when he took his Lennox

Highlanders over the parapets on that glorious and bloody 25th day of September. Loos was no picnic, and

we had had some ugly bits of scrapping before that, but the worst bit of the campaign I had seen was a

teaparty to the show I had been in with Bullivant before the war started. [Major Hannay's narrative of this

The sight of his name on a telegram form seemed to change all my outlook on life. I had been hoping for the

command of the battalion, and looking forward to being in at the finish with Brother Boche. But this message

jerked my thoughts on to a new road. There might be other things in the war than straightforward fighting.

Why on earth should the Foreign Office want to see an obscure Major of the New Army, and want to see him

'I'm going up to town by the ten train,' I announced; 'I'll be back in time for dinner.'

'Try my tailor,' said Sandy. 'He's got a very nice taste in red tabs. You can use my name.'

An idea struck me. 'You're pretty well all right now. If I wire for you, will you pack your own kit and mine

'Righto! I'll accept a job on your staff if they give you a corps. If so be as you come down tonight, be a good

I travelled up to London in a regular November drizzle, which cleared up about Wimbledon to watery

sunshine. I never could stand London during the war. It seemed to have lost its bearings and broken out into

all manner of badges and uniforms which did not fit in with my notion of it. One felt the war more in its

streets than in the field, or rather one felt the confusion of war without feeling the purpose. I dare say it was

all right; but since August 1914 I never spent a day in town without coming home depressed to my boots.

I took a taxi and drove straight to the Foreign Office. Sir Walter did not keep me waiting long. But when his

secretary took me to his room I would not have recognized the man I had known eighteen months before.

His big frame seemed to have dropped flesh and there was a stoop in the square shoulders. His face had lost

its rosiness and was red in patches, like that of a man who gets too little fresh air. His hair was much greyer

and very thin about the temples, and there were lines of overwork below the eyes. But the eyes were the same

as before, keen and kindly and shrewd, and there was no change in the firm set of the jaw.

'We must on no account be disturbed for the next hour,' he told his secretary. When the young man had gone

'Well, Major Hannay,' he said, flinging himself into a chair beside the fire. 'How do you like soldiering?'

'Right enough,' I said, 'though this isn't just the kind of war I would have picked myself. It's a comfortless,

bloody business. But we've got the measure of the old Boche now, and it's dogged as does it. I count on

'Will you get the battalion?' he asked. He seemed to have followed my doings pretty closely.

'I believe I've a good chance. I'm not in this show for honour and glory, though. I want to do the best I can,

but I wish to heaven it was over. All I think of is coming out of it with a whole skin.'

He laughed. 'You do yourself an injustice. What about the forward observation post at the Lone Tree? You

I felt myself getting red. 'That was all rot,' I said, 'and I can't think who told you about it. I hated the job, but I

had to do it to prevent my subalterns going to glory. They were a lot of fireeating young lunatics. If I had

sent one of them he'd have gone on his knees to Providence and asked for trouble.'

'I'm not questioning your caution. You have the rudiments of it, or our friends of the Black Stone would have

gathered you in at our last merry meeting. I would question it as little as your courage. What exercises my

'They are profoundly satisfied. They propose to give you command of your battalion. Presently, if you escape

a stray bullet, you will no doubt be a Brigadier. It is a wonderful war for youth and brains. But ... I take it you

He looked at my leg, where the doctors had dug out the shrapnel fragments, and smiled quizzically.

'Tough as a sjambok. I thrive on the racket and eat and sleep like a schoolboy.'

He got up and stood with his back to the fire, his eyes staring abstractedly out of the window at the wintry

'It is a great game, and you are the man for it, no doubt. But there are others who can play it, for soldiering

today asks for the average rather than the exception in human nature. It is like a big machine where the parts

are standardized. You are fighting, not because you are short of a job, but because you want to help England.

How if you could help her better than by commanding a battalion or a brigade or, if it comes to that, a

division? How if there is a thing which you alone can do? Not some _embusque business in an office, but a

thing compared to which your fight at Loos was a Sundayschool picnic. You are not afraid of danger? Well,

in this job you would not be fighting with an army around you, but alone. You are fond of tackling

difficulties? Well, I can give you a task which will try all your powers. Have you anything to say?'

My heart was beginning to thump uncomfortably. Sir Walter was not the man to pitch a case too high.

'True; but what I am about to propose does not come by any conceivable stretch within the scope of a

soldier's duties. I shall perfectly understand if you decline. You will be acting as I should act myself as any

sane man would. I would not press you for worlds. If you wish it, I will not even make the proposal, but let

you go here and now, and wish you good luck with your battalion. I do not wish to perplex a good soldier

'I am not going to run away before the guns fire. Let me hear what you propose.'

Sir Walter crossed to a cabinet, unlocked it with a key from his chain, and took a piece of paper from a

'I've read the newspapers pretty regularly since I went to hospital. I've got some pals in the Mesopotamia

show, and of course I'm keen to know what is going to happen at Gallipoli and Salonika. I gather that Egypt

'If you will give me your attention for ten minutes I will supplement your newspaper reading.'

Sir Walter lay back in an armchair and spoke to the ceiling. It was the best story, the clearest and the fullest,

I had ever got of any bit of the war. He told me just how and why and when Turkey had left the rails. I heard

about her grievances over our seizure of her ironclads, of the mischief the coming of the _Goeben had

wrought, of Enver and his precious Committee and the way they had got a cinch on the old Turk. When he

'You are an intelligent fellow, and you will ask how a Polish adventurer, meaning Enver, and a collection of

Jews and gipsies should have got control of a proud race. The ordinary man will tell you that it was German

organization backed up with German money and German arms. You will inquire again how, since Turkey is

primarily a religious power, Islam has played so small a part in it all. The SheikhulIslam is neglected, and

though the Kaiser proclaims a Holy War and calls himself Hadji Mohammed Guilliamo, and says the

Hohenzollerns are descended from the Prophet, that seems to have fallen pretty flat. The ordinary man again

will answer that Islam in Turkey is becoming a back number, and that Krupp guns are the new gods. Yet I

'Look at it in another way,' he went on. 'if it were Enver and Germany alone dragging Turkey into a European

war for purposes that no Turk cared a rush about, we might expect to find the regular army obedient, and

Constantinople. But in the provinces, where Islam is strong, there would be trouble. Many of us counted on

that. But we have been disappointed. The Syrian army is as fanatical as the hordes of the Mahdi. The Senussi

have taken a hand in the game. The Persian Moslems are threatening trouble. There is a dry wind blowing

through the East, and the parched grasses wait the spark. And that wind is blowing towards the Indian border.

Sir Walter had lowered his voice and was speaking very slow and distinct. I could hear the rain dripping from

'It looks as if Islam had a bigger hand in the thing than we thought,' I said. 'I fancy religion is the only thing to

'You are right,' he said. 'You must be right. We have laughed at the Holy War, the jehad that old Von der

Goltz prophesied. But I believe that stupid old man with the big spectacles was right. There is a jehad

'I'm hanged if I know,' I said; 'but I'll bet it won't be done by a pack of stout German officers in

_pickelhaubes. I fancy you can't manufacture Holy Wars out of Krupp guns alone and a few staff officers and

'Agreed. They are not fools, however much we try to persuade ourselves of the contrary. But supposing they

had got some tremendous sacred sanction some holy thing, some book or gospel or some new prophet from

the desert, something which would cast over the whole ugly mechanism of German war the glamour of the

old torrential raids which crumpled the Byzantine Empire and shook the walls of Vienna? Islam is a fighting

creed, and the mullah still stands in the pulpit with the Koran in one hand and a drawn sword in the other.

Supposing there is some Ark of the Covenant which will madden the remotest Moslem peasant with dreams

'Very little, except the fact. But the fact is beyond dispute. I have reports from agents everywhere pedlars in

South Russia, Afghan horsedealers, Turcoman merchants, pilgrims on the road to Mecca, sheikhs in North

Africa, sailors on the Black Sea coasters, sheepskinned Mongols, Hindu fakirs, Greek traders in the Gulf, as

well as respectable Consuls who use cyphers. They tell the same story. The East is waiting for a revelation. It

has been promised one. Some star man, prophecy, or trinket is coming out of the West. The Germans

'Tell me one thing, Sir Walter,' I said. 'I know it is the fashion in this country if a man has a special

knowledge to set him to some job exactly the opposite. I know all about Damaraland, but instead of being put

on Botha's staff, as I applied to be, I was kept in Hampshire mud till the campaign in German South West

Africa was over. I know a man who could pass as an Arab, but do you think they would send him to the East?

They left him in my battalion a lucky thing for me, for he saved my life at Loos. I know the fashion, but

isn't this just carrying it a bit too far? There must be thousands of men who have spent years in the East and

talk any language. They're the fellows for this job. I never saw a Turk in my life except a chap who did

wrestling turns in a show at Kimberley. You've picked about the most useless man on earth.'

'You've been a mining engineer, Hannay,' Sir Walter said. 'If you wanted a man to prospect for gold in

Barotseland you would of course like to get one who knew the country and the people and the language. But

the first thing you would require in him would be that he had a nose for finding gold and knew his business.

That is the position now. I believe that you have a nose for finding out what our enemies try to hide. I know

that you are brave and cool and resourceful. That is why I tell you the story. Besides ...'

'I can't tell you where you'll get on the track of the secret, but I can put a limit to the quest. You won't find it

east of the Bosporus not yet. It is still in Europe. It may be in Constantinople, or in Thrace. It may be

farther west. But it is moving eastwards. If you are in time you may cut into its march to Constantinople. That

much I can tell you. The secret is known in Germany, too, to those whom it concerns. It is in Europe that the

'Tell me more,' I said. 'You can give me no details and no instructions. Obviously you can give me no help if

'Absolutely. You can have what money you like, and you can get what help you like. You can follow any

plan you fancy, and go anywhere you think fruitful. We can give no directions.' 'One last question. You say it

'It is life and death,' he said solemnly. 'I can put it no higher and no lower. Once we know what is the menace

we can meet it. As long as we are in the dark it works unchecked and we may be too late. The war must be

won or lost in Europe. Yes; but if the East blazes up, our effort will be distracted from Europe and the great

I got out of my chair and walked to the window. It was a difficult moment in my life. I was happy in my

soldiering; above all, happy in the company of my brother officers. I was asked to go off into the enemy's

lands on a quest for which I believed I was manifestly unfitted a business of lonely days and nights, of

nerveracking strain, of deadly peril shrouding me like a garment. Looking out on the bleak weather I

shivered. It was too grim a business, too inhuman for flesh and blood. But Sir Walter had called it a matter of

life and death, and I had told him that I was out to serve my country. He could not give me orders, but was I

not under orders higher orders than my Brigadier's? I thought myself incompetent, but cleverer men than

me thought me competent, or at least competent enough for a sporting chance. I knew in my soul that if I

declined I should never be quite at peace in the world again. And yet Sir Walter had called the scheme

How does one make a great decision? I swear that when I turned round to speak I meant to refuse. But my

answer was Yes, and I had crossed the Rubicon. My voice sounded cracked and far away.

'I may be sending you to your death, Hannay Good God, what a damned taskmistress duty is! If so, I

shall be haunted with regrets, but you will never repent. Have no fear of that. You have chosen the roughest

He handed me the halfsheet of notepaper. On it were written three words '_Kasredin', '_cancer', and '_v.

'That is the only clue we possess,' he said. 'I cannot construe it, but I can tell you the story. We have had our

agents working in Persia and Mesopotamia for years mostly young officers of the Indian Army. They carry

their lives in their hands, and now and then one disappears, and the sewers of Baghdad might tell a tale. But

they find out many things, and they count the game worth the candle. They have told us of the star rising in

the West, but they could give us no details. All but one the best of them. He had been working between

Mosul and the Persian frontier as a muleteer, and had been south into the Bakhtiari hills. He found out

something, but his enemies knew that he knew and he was pursued. Three months ago, just before Kut, he

staggered into Delamain's camp with ten bullet holes in him and a knife slash on his forehead. He mumbled

his name, but beyond that and the fact that there was a Something coming from the West he told them

nothing. He died in ten minutes. They found this paper on him, and since he cried out the word "Kasredin" in

his last moments, it must have had something to do with his quest. It is for you to find out if it has any

Sir Walter did not answer at once. He was looking out of the window. 'His name,' he said at last, 'was Harry

I wrote out a wire to Sandy, asking him to come up by the twofifteen train and meet me at my flat.

'Billy Arbuthnot's boy? His father was at Harrow with me. I know the fellow Harry used to bring him down

to fish tallish, with a lean, highboned face and a pair of brown eyes like a pretty girl's. I know his record,

too. There's a good deal about him in this office. He rode through Yemen, which no white man ever did

before. The Arabs let him pass, for they thought him stark mad and argued that the hand of Allah was heavy

enough on him without their efforts. He's bloodbrother to every kind of Albanian bandit. Also he used to

take a hand in Turkish politics, and got a huge reputation. Some Englishman was once complaining to old

Mahmoud Shevkat about the scarcity of statesmen in Western Europe, and Mahmoud broke in with, "Have

you not the Honourable Arbuthnot?" You say he's in your battalion. I was wondering what had become of

him, for we tried to get hold of him here, but he had left no address. Ludovick Arbuthnot yes, that's the

man. Buried deep in the commissioned ranks of the New Army? Well, we'll get him out pretty quick!'

'I knew he had knocked about the East, but I didn't know he was that kind of swell. Sandy's not the chap to

'He wouldn't,' said Sir Walter. 'He had always a more than Oriental reticence. I've got another colleague for

He looked at his watch. 'You can get to the Savoy Grill Room in five minutes in a taxicab. Go in from the

Strand, turn to your left, and you will see in the alcove on the righthand side a table with one large

American gentleman sitting at it. They know him there, so he will have the table to himself. I want you to go

and sit down beside him. Say you come from me. His name is Mr John Scantlebury Blenkiron, now a citizen

of Boston, Mass., but born and raised in Indiana. Put this envelope in your pocket, but don't read its contents

till you have talked to him. I want you to form your own opinion about Mr Blenkiron.'

I went out of the Foreign Office in as muddled a frame of mind as any diplomatist who ever left its portals. I

was most desperately depressed. To begin with, I was in a complete funk. I had always thought I was about as

brave as the average man, but there's courage and courage, and mine was certainly not the impassive kind.

Stick me down in a trench and I could stand being shot at as well as most people, and my blood could get hot

if it were given a chance. But I think I had too much imagination. I couldn't shake off the beastly forecasts

In about a fortnight, I calculated, I would be dead. Shot as a spy a rotten sort of ending! At the moment I

was quite safe, looking for a taxi in the middle of Whitehall, but the sweat broke on my forehead. I felt as I

had felt in my adventure before the war. But this was far worse, for it was more coldblooded and

premeditated, and I didn't seem to have even a sporting chance. I watched the figures in khaki passing on the

pavement, and thought what a nice safe prospect they had compared to mine. Yes, even if next week they

were in the Hohenzollern, or the Hairpin trench at the Quarries, or that ugly angle at Hooge. I wondered why

I had not been happier that morning before I got that infernal wire. Suddenly all the trivialities of English life

seemed to me inexpressibly dear and terribly far away. I was very angry with Bullivant, till I remembered

When I was hunting the Black Stone the interest of the problem had helped to keep me going. But now I

could see no problem. My mind had nothing to work on but three words of gibberish on a sheet of paper and

a mystery of which Sir Walter had been convinced, but to which he couldn't give a name. It was like the story

I had read of Saint Teresa setting off at the age of ten with her small brother to convert the Moors. I sat

huddled in the taxi with my chin on my breast, wishing that I had lost a leg at Loos and been comfortably

Sure enough I found my man in the Grill Room. There he was, feeding solemnly, with a napkin tucked under

his chin. He was a big fellow with a fat, sallow, cleanshaven face. I disregarded the hovering waiter and

pulled up a chair beside the American at the little table. He turned on me a pair of full sleepy eyes, like a

'You have my name, Sir,' he said. 'Mr John Scantlebury Blenkiron. I would wish you good morning if I saw

'So?' said he. 'Sir Walter is a very good friend of mine. Pleased to meet you, Mr or I guess it's Colonel '

'Hannay,' I said; 'Major Hannay.' I was wondering what this sleepy Yankee could do to help me.

'Allow me to offer you luncheon, Major. Here, waiter, bring the carte. I regret that I cannot join you in

sampling the efforts of the management of this hotel. I suffer, Sir, from dyspepsia duodenal dyspepsia. It

gets me two hours after a meal and gives me hell just below the breastbone. So I am obliged to adopt a diet.

My nourishment is fish, Sir, and boiled milk and a little dry toast. It's a melancholy descent from the days

when I could do justice to a lunch at Sherry's and sup off oystercrabs and devilled bones.' He sighed from

I ordered an omelette and a chop, and took another look at him. The large eyes seemed to be gazing steadily

at me without seeing me. They were as vacant as an abstracted child's; but I had an uncomfortable feeling that

'You have been fighting, Major? The Battle of Loos? Well, I guess that must have been some battle. We in

America respect the fighting of the British soldier, but we don't quite catch on to the devices of the British

Generals. We opine that there is more bellicosity than science among your highbrows. That is so? My father

fought at Chattanooga, but these eyes have seen nothing gorier than a Presidential election. Say, is there any

His serious tone made me laugh. 'There are plenty of your countrymen in the present show,' I said. 'The

French Foreign Legion is full of young Americans, and so is our Army Service Corps. Half the chauffeurs

He sighed. 'I did think of some belligerent stunt a year back. But I reflected that the good God had not given

John S. Blenkiron the kind of martial figure that would do credit to the tented field. Also I recollected that we

Americans were nootrals benevolent nootrals and that it did not become me to be butting into the

struggles of the effete monarchies of Europe. So I stopped at home. It was a big renunciation, Major, for I

was lying sick during the Philippines business, and I have never seen the lawless passions of men let loose on

'What have you been doing?' I asked. The calm gentleman had begun to interest me.

'Waal,' he said, 'I just waited. The Lord has blessed me with money to burn, so I didn't need to go scrambling

like a wild cat for war con tracts. But I reckoned I would get let into the game somehow, and I was. Being a

nootral, I was in an advantageous position to take a hand. I had a pretty hectic time for a while, and then I

reckoned I would leave God's country and see what was doing in Europe. I have counted myself out of the

bloodshed business, but, as your poet sings, peace has its victories not less renowned than war, and I reckon

that means that a nootral can have a share in a scrap as well as a belligerent.'

'It's the right kind,' he replied solemnly. 'Say, Major, what are your lot fighting for? For your own skins and

your Empire and the peace of Europe. Waal, those ideals don't concern us one cent. We're not Europeans, and

there aren't any German trenches on Long Island yet. You've made the ring in Europe, and if we came butting

in it wouldn't be the rules of the game. You wouldn't welcome us, and I guess you'd be right. We're that

delicateminded we can't interfere and that was what my friend, President Wilson, meant when he opined

that America was too proud to fight. So we're nootrals. But likewise we're benevolent nootrals. As I follow

events, there's a skunk been let loose in the world, and the odour of it is going to make life none too sweet till

it is cleared away. It wasn't us that stirred up that skunk, but we've got to take a hand in disinfecting the

planet. See? We can't fight, but, by God! some of us are going to sweat blood to sweep the mess up.

Officially we do nothing except give off Notes like a leaky boiler gives off steam. But as individooal citizens

we're in it up to the neck. So, in the spirit of Jefferson Davis and Woodrow Wilson, I'm going to be the

nootralist kind of nootral till Kaiser will be sorry he didn't declare war on America at the beginning.'

I was completely recovering my temper. This fellow was a perfect jewel, and his spirit put purpose into me.

'I guess you British were the same kind of nootral when your Admiral warned off the German fleet from

interfering with Dewey in Manila Bay in '98.' Mr Blenkiron drank up the last drop of his boiled milk and lit a

'I have talked to him, and he has given me to understand that there's a deal ahead which you're going to boss.

There are no flies on that big man, and if he says it's good business then you can count me in.'

'I judged so. But it don't do to begin counting risks. I believe in an allwise and beneficent Providence, but

you have got to trust Him and give Him a chance. What's life anyhow? For me, it's living on a strict diet and

having frequent pains in my stomach. It isn't such an almighty lot to give up, provided you get a good price in

the deal. Besides, how big is the risk? About one o'clock in the morning, when you can't sleep, it will be the

size of Mount Everest, but if you run out to meet it, it will be a hillock you can jump over. The grizzly looks

very fierce when you're taking your ticket for the Rockies and wondering if you'll come back, but he's just an

ordinary bear when you've got the sight of your rifle on him. I won't think about risks till I'm up to my neck

I scribbled my address on a piece of paper and handed it to the stout philosopher. 'Come to dinner tonight at

'I thank you, Major. A little fish, please, plainboiled, and some hot milk. You will forgive me if I borrow

your couch after the meal and spend the evening on my back. That is the advice of my noo doctor.'

I got a taxi and drove to my club. On the way I opened the envelope Sir Walter had given me. It contained a

number of jottings, the dossier of Mr Blenkiron. He had done wonders for the Allies in the States. He had

nosed out the Dumba plot, and had been instrumental in getting the portfolio of Dr Albert. Von Papen's spies

had tried to murder him, after he had defeated an attempt to blow up one of the big gun factories. Sir Walter

had written at the end: 'The best man we ever had. Better than Scudder. He would go through hell with a box

I went into the little back smokingroom, borrowed an atlas from the library, poked up the fire, and sat down

to think. Mr Blenkiron had given me the fillip I needed. My mind was beginning to work now, and was

running wide over the whole business. Not that I hoped to find anything by my cogitations. It wasn't thinking

in an armchair that would solve the mystery. But I was getting a sort of grip on a plan of operations. And to

my relief I had stopped thinking about the risks. Blenkiron had shamed me out of that. If a sedentary

I went back to my flat about five o'clock. My man Paddock had gone to the wars long ago, so I had shifted to

one of the new blocks in Park Lane where they provide food and service. I kept the place on to have a home

'Neither,' I said. 'But you and I are going to disappear from His Majesty's forces. Seconded for special

'O my sainted aunt!' said Sandy. 'What is it? For Heaven's sake put me out of pain. Have we to tout

deputations of suspicious neutrals over munition works or take the shivering journalist in a motorcar where

'The news will keep. But I can tell you this much. It's about as safe and easy as to go through the German

I must spare a moment to introduce Sandy to the reader, for he cannot be allowed to slip into this tale by a

sidedoor. If you will consult the Peerage you will find that to Edward Cospatrick, fifteenth Baron

Clanroyden, there was born in the year 1882, as his second son, Ludovick Gustavus Arbuthnot, commonly

called the Honourable, etc. The said son was educated at Eton and New College, Oxford, was a captain in the

Tweeddale Yeomanry, and served for some years as honorary attache at various embassies. The Peerage will

stop short at this point, but that is by no means the end of the story. For the rest you must consult very

different authorities. Lean brown men from the ends of the earth may be seen on the London pavements now

and then in creased clothes, walking with the light outland step, slinking into clubs as if they could not

remember whether or not they belonged to them. From them you may get news of Sandy. Better still, you

will hear of him at little forgotten fishing ports where the Albanian mountains dip to the Adriatic. If you

struck a Mecca pilgrimage the odds are you would meet a dozen of Sandy's friends in it. In shepherds' huts in

the Caucasus you will find bits of his castoff clothing, for he has a knack of shedding garments as he goes.

In the caravanserais of Bokhara and Samarkand he is known, and there are shikaris in the Pamirs who still

speak of him round their fires. If you were going to visit Petrograd or Rome or Cairo it would be no use

asking him for introductions; if he gave them, they would lead you into strange haunts. But if Fate compelled

you to go to Llasa or Yarkand or Seistan he could map out your road for you and pass the word to potent

friends. We call ourselves insular, but the truth is that we are the only race on earth that can produce men

capable of getting inside the skin of remote peoples. Perhaps the Scots are better than the English, but we're

all a thousand per cent better than anybody else. Sandy was the wandering Scot carried to the pitch of genius.

In old days he would have led a crusade or discovered a new road to the Indies. Today he merely roamed as

the spirit moved him, till the war swept him up and dumped him down in my battalion.

I got out Sir Walter's halfsheet of notepaper. It was not the original naturally he wanted to keep that

but it was a careful tracing. I took it that Harry Bullivant had not written down the words as a memo for his

own use. People who follow his career have good memories. He must have written them in order that, if he

perished and his body was found, his friends might get a clue. Wherefore, I argued, the words must be

intelligible to somebody or other of our persuasion, and likewise they must be pretty well gibberish to any

'He's the General believed to be commanding against us in Mesopotamia. I remember him years ago in

'Kasredin is nothing. It means in Arabic the House of Faith, and might cover anything from Hagia Sofia to a

suburban villa. What's your next puzzle, Dick? Have you entered for a prize competition in a weekly paper?'

'It is the Latin for a crab. Likewise it is the name of a painful disease. it is also a sign of the Zodiac.'

'There you have me. It sounds like the number of a motorcar. The police would find out for you. I call this

Sandy's face grew solemn. 'Old Harry. He was at my tutor's. The best fellow God ever made. I saw his name

in the casualty list before Kut. ... Harry didn't do things without a purpose. What's the story of this paper?'

'Wait till after dinner,' I said. 'I'm going to change and have a bath. There's an American coming to dine, and

Mr Blenkiron arrived punctual to the minute in a fur coat like a Russian prince's. Now that I saw him on his

feet I could judge him better. He had a fat face, but was not too plump in figure, and very muscular wrists

showed below his shirtcuffs. I fancied that, if the occasion called, he might be a good man with his hands.

Sandy and I ate a hearty meal, but the American picked at his boiled fish and sipped his milk a drop at a time.

When the servant had cleared away, he was as good as his word and laid himself out on my sofa. I offered

him a good cigar, but he preferred one of his own lean black abominations. Sandy stretched his length in an

I began, as Sir Walter had begun with me, by telling them about the puzzle in the Near East. I pitched a pretty

good yarn, for I had been thinking a lot about it, and the mystery of the business had caught my fancy. Sandy

'It is possible enough. Indeed, I've been expecting it, though I'm hanged if I can imagine what card the

Germans have got up their sleeve. It might be any one of twenty things. Thirty years ago there was a bogus

prophecy that played the devil in Yemen. Or it might be a flag such as Ali Wad Helu had, or a jewel like

Solomon's necklace in Abyssinia. You never know what will start off a jehad! But I rather think it's a man.'

'It's hard to say. If it were merely wild tribesmen like the Bedouin he might have got a reputation as a saint

and miracleworker. Or he might be a fellow that preached a pure religion, like the chap that founded the

Senussi. But I'm inclined to think he must be something extra special if he can put a spell on the whole

Moslem world. The Turk and the Persian wouldn't follow the ordinary new theology game. He must be of the

Blood. Your Mahdis and Mullahs and Imams were nobodies, but they had only a local prestige. To capture all

Islam and I gather that is what we fear the man must be of the Koreish, the tribe of the Prophet himself.'

'He would have to combine a lot of claims. His descent must be pretty good to begin with, and there are

families, remember, that claim the Koreish blood. Then he'd have to be rather a wonder on his own account

saintly, eloquent, and that sort of thing. And I expect he'd have to show a sign, though what that could be I

'You know the East about as well as any living man. Do you think that kind of thing is possible?' I asked.

'Well, there's the ground cleared to begin with. Then there's the evidence of pretty well every secret agent we

possess. That all seems to prove the fact. But we have no details and no clues except that bit of paper.' I told

Sandy studied it with wrinkled brows. 'It beats me. But it may be the key for all that. A clue may be dumb in

'That's just the point I was coming to. Sir Walter says this thing is about as important for our cause as big

guns. He can't give me orders, but he offers the job of going out to find what the mischief is. Once he knows

that, he says he can checkmate it. But it's got to be found out soon, for the mine may be sprung at any

'I should add that it's about as safe as playing chuckfarthing at the Loos Crossroads, the day you and I went

Mr Blenkiron, having finished his afterdinner recumbency, had sat up and pulled a small table towards him.

From his pocket he had taken a pack of Patience cards and had begun to play the game called the Double

Suddenly I had a feeling that the whole affair was stark lunacy. Here were we three simpletons sitting in a

London flat and projecting a mission into the enemy's citadel without an idea what we were to do or how we

were to do it. And one of the three was looking at the ceiling, and whistling softly through his teeth, and

another was playing Patience. The farce of the thing struck me so keenly that I laughed.

'You feel like that? Same with me. It's idiocy, but all war is idiotic, and the most wholehearted idiot is apt to

win. We're to go on this mad trail wherever we think we can hit it. Well, I'm with you. But I don't mind

admitting that I'm in a blue funk. I had got myself adjusted to this trench business and was quite happy. And

'There you're wrong, Dick,' he said earnestly. 'Every man who isn't a maniac knows fear. I have done some

daft things, but I never started on them without wishing they were over. Once I'm in the show I get easier, and

by the time I'm coming out I'm sorry to leave it. But at the start my feet are icy.'

His game of Patience seemed to be coming out. He was completing eight little heaps of cards with a

'Why, yes,' he said. 'You gentlemen mustn't think that I haven't been following your most engrossing

conversation. I guess I haven't missed a syllable. I find that a game of Patience stimulates the digestion after

meals and conduces to quiet reflection. John S. Blenkiron is with you all the time.'

I don't think I ever expected a refusal, but this ready assent cheered me wonderfully. I couldn't have faced the

'Well, that's settled. Now for ways and means. We three have got to put ourselves in the way of finding out

Germany's secret, and we have to go where it is known. Somehow or other we have to reach Constantinople,

and to beat the biggest area of country we must go by different roads. Sandy, my lad, you've got to get into

Turkey. You're the only one of us that knows that engaging people. You can't get in by Europe very easily, so

'It could be done,' he said. 'You'd better leave that entirely to me. I'll find out the best way. I suppose the

'Remember,' I said, 'it's no good getting too far east. The secret, so far as concerns us, is still west of

'For you, Mr Blenkiron, I would suggest a straight journey. You're an American, and can travel through

Germany direct. But I wonder how far your activities in New York will allow you to pass as a neutral?'

'I have considered that, Sir,' he said. 'I have given some thought to the pecooliar psychology of the great

German nation. As I read them they're as cunning as cats, and if you play the feline game they will outwit

you every time. Yes, Sir, they are no slouches at sleuthwork. If I were to buy a pair of false whiskers and dye

my hair and dress like a Baptist parson and go into Germany on the peace racket, I guess they'd be on my trail

like a knife, and I should be shot as a spy inside of a week or doing solitary in the Moabite prison. But they

lack the larger vision. They can be bluffed, Sir. With your approval I shall visit the Fatherland as John S.

Blenkiron, once a thorn in the side of their brightest boys on the other side. But it will be a different John S. I

reckon he will have experienced a change of heart. He will have come to appreciate the great, pure, noble

soul of Germany, and he will be sorrowing for his past like a converted gunman at a camp meeting. He will

be a victim of the meanness and perfidy of the British Government. I am going to have a firstclass row with

your Foreign Office about my passport, and I am going to speak harsh words about them up and down this

metropolis. I am going to be shadowed by your sleuths at my port of embarkation, and I guess I shall run up

hard against the British Legations in Scandinavia. By that time our Teutonic friends will have begun to

wonder what has happened to John S., and to think that maybe they have been mistaken in that child. So,

when I get to Germany they will be waiting for me with an open mind. Then I judge my conduct will surprise

and encourage them. I will confide to them valuable secret information about British preparations, and I will

show up the British lion as the meanest kind of cur. You may trust me to make a good impression. After that

I'll move eastwards, to see the demolition of the British Empire in those parts. By the way, where is the

'This is the 17th day of November. If we can't find out what we want in two months we may chuck the job.

On the 17th of January we should forgather in Constantinople. Whoever gets there first waits for the others. If

by that date we're not all present, it will be considered that the missing man has got into trouble and must be

given up. If ever we get there we'll be coming from different points and in different characters, so we want a

rendezvous where all kinds of odd folk assemble. Sandy, you know Constantinople. You fix the

'I've already thought of that,' he said, and going to the writingtable he drew a little plan on a sheet of paper.

'That lane runs down from the Kurdish Bazaar in Galata to the ferry of Ratchik. Halfway down on the

lefthand side is a cafe kept by a Greek called Kuprasso. Behind the cafe is a garden, surrounded by high

walls which were parts of the old Byzantine Theatre. At the end of the garden is a shanty called the

Gardenhouse of Suliman the Red. It has been in its time a dancinghall and a gambling hell and God knows

what else. It's not a place for respectable people, but the ends of the earth converge there and no questions are

The kettle was simmering by the fire, the night was raw, and it seemed the hour for whiskypunch. I made a

'I know German fairly well; and I can pass anywhere as a Turk. The first will do for eavesdropping and the

'I was left out at Pentecost,' he said. 'I regret to confess I have no gift of tongues. But the part I have chosen

for myself don't require the polyglot. Never forget I'm plain John S. Blenkiron, a citizen of the great

'I am going to the Bosporus through Germany, and, not being a neutral, it won't be a very cushioned journey.'

'Pretty fair; quite good enough to pass as a native. But officially I shall not understand one word. I shall be a

Boer from Western Cape Colony: one of Maritz's old lot who after a bit of trouble has got through Angola

and reached Europe. I shall talk Dutch and nothing else. And, my hat! I shall be pretty bitter about the British.

There's a powerful lot of good swearwords in the taal. I shall know all about Africa, and be panting to get

another whack at the _verdommt _rooinek. With luck they may send me to the Uganda show or to Egypt, and

I shall take care to go by Constantinople. If I'm to deal with the Mohammedan natives they're bound to show

We filled our glasses two of punch and one of milk and drank to our next merry meeting. Then Sandy

began to laugh, and I joined in. The sense of hopeless folly again descended on me. The best plans we could

make were like a few buckets of water to ease the drought of the Sahara or the old lady who would have

stopped the Atlantic with a broom. I thought with sympathy of little Saint Teresa.

Our various departures were unassuming, all but the American's. Sandy spent a busy fortnight in his

subterranean fashion, now in the British Museum, now running about the country to see old exploring

companions, now at the War Office, now at the Foreign Office, but mostly in my flat, sunk in an armchair

and meditating. He left finally on December 1st as a King's Messenger for Cairo. Once there I knew the

King's Messenger would disappear, and some queer Oriental ruffian take his place. It would have been

impertinence in me to inquire into his plans. He was the real professional, and I was only the dabbler.

Blenkiron was a different matter. Sir Walter told me to look out for squalls, and the twinkle in his eye gave

me a notion of what was coming. The first thing the sportsman did was to write a letter to the papers signed

with his name. There had been a debate in the House of Commons on foreign policy, and the speech of some

idiot there gave him his cue. He declared that he had been heart and soul with the British at the start, but that

he was reluctantly compelled to change his views. He said our blockade of Germany had broken all the laws

of God and humanity, and he reckoned that Britain was now the worst exponent of Prussianism going. That

letter made a fine racket, and the paper that printed it had a row with the Censor. But that was only the

beginning of Mr Blenkiron's campaign. He got mixed up with some mountebanks called the League of

Democrats against Aggression, gentlemen who thought that Germany was all right if we could only keep

from hurting her feelings. He addressed a meeting under their auspices, which was broken up by the crowd,

but not before John S. had got off his chest a lot of amazing stuff. I wasn't there, but a man who was told me

that he never heard such clotted nonsense. He said that Germany was right in wanting the freedom of the

seas, and that America would back her up, and that the British Navy was a bigger menace to the peace of the

world than the Kaiser's army. He admitted that he had once thought differently, but he was an honest man and

not afraid to face facts. The oration closed suddenly, when he got a brusselssprout in the eye, at which my

After that he wrote other letters to the Press, saying that there was no more liberty of speech in England, and

a lot of scallywags backed him up. Some Americans wanted to tar and feather him, and he got kicked out of

the Savoy. There was an agitation to get him deported, and questions were asked in Parliament, and the

UnderSecretary for Foreign Affairs said his department had the matter in hand. I was beginning to think that

Blenkiron was carrying his tomfoolery too far, so I went to see Sir Walter, but he told me to keep my mind

'Our friend's motto is "Thorough",' he said, 'and he knows very well what he is about. We have officially

requested him to leave, and he sails from Newcastle on Monday. He will be shadowed wherever he goes, and

The last I saw of him was on the Saturday afternoon when I met him in St james's Street and offered to shake

hands. He told me that my uniform was a pollution, and made a speech to a small crowd about it. They hissed

him and he had to get into a taxi. As he departed there was just the suspicion of a wink in his left eye. On

Monday I read that he had gone off, and the papers observed that our shores were well quit of him.

I sailed on December 3rd from Liverpool in a boat bound for the Argentine that was due to put in at Lisbon. I

had of course to get a Foreign Office passport to leave England, but after that my connection with the

Government ceased. All the details of my journey were carefully thought out. Lisbon would be a good

jumpingoff place, for it was the rendezvous of scallywags from most parts of Africa. My kit was an old

Gladstone bag, and my clothes were the relics of my South African wardrobe. I let my beard grow for some

days before I sailed, and, since it grows fast, I went on board with the kind of hairy chin you will see on the

young Boer. My name was now Brandt, Cornelis Brandt at least so my passport said, and passports never

There were just two other passengers on that beastly boat, and they never appeared till we were out of the

Bay. I was pretty bad myself, but managed to move about all the time, for the frowst in my cabin would have

sickened a hippo. The old tub took two days and a night to waddle from Ushant to Finisterre. Then the

weather changed and we came out of snowsqualls into something very like summer. The hills of Portugal

were all blue and yellow like the Kalahari, and before we made the Tagus I was beginning to forget I had

ever left Rhodesia. There was a Dutchman among the sailors with whom I used to patter the taal, and but for

'Good morning' and 'Good evening' in broken English to the captain, that was about all the talking I did on the

We dropped anchor off the quays of Lisbon on a shiny blue morning, pretty near warm enough to wear

flannels. I had now got to be very wary. I did not leave the ship with the shoregoing boat, but made a

leisurely breakfast. Then I strolled on deck, and there, just casting anchor in the middle of the stream, was

another ship with a blue and white funnel I knew so well. I calculated that a month before she had been

smelling the mangrove swamps of Angola. Nothing could better answer my purpose. I proposed to board her,

pretending I was looking for a friend, and come on shore from her, so that anyone in Lisbon who chose to be

I hailed one of the adjacent ruffians, and got into his rowboat, with my kit. We reached the vessel they

called her the _Henry the _Navigator just as the first shoreboat was leaving. The crowd in it were all

Here was a piece of sheer monumental luck. Peter had opened his eyes and his mouth, and had got as far as

'Brandt,' I said, 'Cornelis Brandt. That's my name now, and don't you forget it. Who is the captain here? Is it

'_Ja,' said Peter, pulling himself together. 'He was speaking about you yesterday.'

This was better and better. I sent Peter below to get hold of Sloggett, and presently I had a few words with

'You've got to enter my name in the ship's books. I came aboard at Mossamedes. And my name's Cornelis

At first Sloggett was for objecting. He said it was a felony. I told him that I dared say it was, but he had got to

do it, for reasons which I couldn't give, but which were highly creditable to all parties. In the end he agreed,

and I saw it done. I had a pull on old Sloggett, for I had known him ever since he owned a dissolute tugboat

Then Peter and I went ashore and swaggered into Lisbon as if we owned De Beers. We put up at the big hotel

opposite the railway station, and looked and behaved like a pair of lowbred South Africans home for a spree.

It was a fine bright day, so I hired a motorcar and said I would drive it myself. We asked the name of some

beautyspot to visit, and were told Cintra and shown the road to it. I wanted a quiet place to talk, for I had a

I christened that car the Lusitanian Terror, and it was a marvel that we did not smash ourselves up. There was

something immortally wrong with its steering gear. Half a dozen times we slewed across the road, inviting

destruction. But we got there in the end, and had luncheon in an hotel opposite the Moorish palace. There we

left the car and wandered up the slopes of a hill, where, sitting among scrub very like the veld, I told Peter the

But first a word must be said about Peter. He was the man that taught me all I ever knew of veldcraft, and a

good deal about human nature besides. He was out of the Old Colony Burgersdorp, I think but he had

come to the Transvaal when the Lydenburg goldfields started. He was prospector, transportrider, and hunter

in turns, but principally hunter. In those early days he was none too good a citizen. He was in Swaziland with

Bob Macnab, and you know what that means. Then he took to working off bogus gold propositions on

Kimberley and Johannesburg magnates, and what he didn't know about salting a mine wasn't knowledge.

After that he was in the Kalahari, where he and Scotty Smith were familiar names. An era of comparative

respectability dawned for him with the Matabele War, when he did uncommon good scouting and transport

work. Cecil Rhodes wanted to establish him on a stock farm down Salisbury way, but Peter was an

independent devil and would call no man master. He took to biggame hunting, which was what God

intended him for, for he could track a tsessebe in thick bush, and was far the finest shot I have seen in my life.

He took parties to the Pungwe flats, and Barotseland, and up to Tanganyika. Then he made a speciality of the

Ngami region, where I once hunted with him, and he was with me when I went prospecting in Damaraland.

When the Boer War started, Peter, like many of the very great hunters, took the British side and did most of

our intelligence work in the North Transvaal. Beyers would have hanged him if he could have caught him,

and there was no love lost between Peter and his own people for many a day. When it was all over and things

had calmed down a bit, he settled in Bulawayo and used to go with me when I went on trek. At the time when

I left Africa two years before, I had lost sight of him for months, and heard that he was somewhere on the

Congo poaching elephants. He had always a great idea of making things hum so loud in Angola that the

Union Government would have to step in and annex it. After Rhodes Peter had the biggest notions south of

He was a man of about five foot ten, very thin and active, and as strong as a buffalo. He had pale blue eyes, a

face as gentle as a girl's, and a soft sleepy voice. From his present appearance it looked as if he had been

living hard lately. His clothes were of the cut you might expect to get at Lobito Bay, he was as lean as a rake,

deeply browned with the sun, and there was a lot of grey in his beard. He was fiftysix years old, and used to

I first asked him what he had been up to since the war began. He spat, in the Kaffir way he had, and said he

'I got hung up on the Kafue,' he said. 'When I heard from old Letsitela that the white men were fighting I had

a bright idea that I might get into German South West from the north. You see I knew that Botha couldn't

long keep out of the war. Well, I got into German territory all right, and then a _skellum of an officer came

along, and commandeered all my mules, and wanted to commandeer me with them for his fool army. He was

a very ugly man with a yellow face.' Peter filled a deep pipe from a kuduskin pouch.

'No. I shot him not so as to kill, but to wound badly. It was all right, for he fired first on me. Got me too in

the left shoulder. But that was the beginning of bad trouble. I trekked east pretty fast, and got over the border

among the Ovamba. I have made many journeys, but that was the worst. Four days I went without water, and

six without food. Then by bad luck I fell in with 'Nkitla you remember, the halfcaste chief. He said I owed

him money for cattle which I bought when I came there with Carowab. It was a lie, but he held to it, and

would give me no transport. So I crossed the Kalahari on my feet. Ugh, it was as slow as a vrouw coming

from _nachtmaal. It took weeks and weeks, and when I came to Lechwe's kraal, I heard that the fighting was

over and that Botha had conquered the Germans. That, too, was a lie, but it deceived me, and I went north

into Rhodesia, where I learned the truth. But by then I judged the war had gone too far for me to make any

profit out of it, so I went into Angola to look for German refugees. By that time I was hating Germans worse

'I had a notion they would make trouble with the Government in those parts. I don't specially love the

Portugoose, but I'm for him against the Germans every day. Well, there was trouble, and I had a merry time

for a month or two. But by and by it petered out, and I thought I had better clear for Europe, for South Africa

was settling down just as the big show was getting really interesting. So here I am, Cornelis, my old friend. If

I looked at Peter sitting there smoking, as imperturbable as if he had been growing mealies in Natal all his life

Peter showed no surprise. 'Keep in mind that I don't like the Germans,' was all he said. 'I'm a quiet Christian

Then I told him the story of our mission. 'You and I have got to be Maritz's men. We went into Angola, and

now we're trekking for the Fatherland to get a bit of our own back from the infernal English. Neither of us

knows any German publicly. We'd better plan out the fighting we were in Kakamas will do for one, and

Schuit Drift. You were a Ngamiland hunter before the war. They won't have your _dossier, so you can tell

any lie you like. I'd better be an educated Afrikander, one of Beyers's bright lads, and a pal of old Hertzog.

We can let our imagination loose about that part, but we must stick to the same yarn about the fighting.'

'_Ja, Cornelis,' said Peter. (He had called me Cornelis ever since I had told him my new name. He was a

wonderful chap for catching on to any game.) 'But after we get into Germany, what then? There can't be

much difficulty about the beginning. But once we're among the beerswillers I don't quite see our line. We're

to find out about something that's going on in Turkey? When I was a boy the predikant used to preach about

Turkey. I wish I was better educated and remembered whereabouts in the map it was.'

'You leave that to me,' I said; 'I'll explain it all to you before we get there. We haven't got much of a spoor,

but we'll cast about, and with luck will pick it up. I've seen you do it often enough when we hunted kudu on

Peter nodded. 'Do we sit still in a German town?' he asked anxiously. 'I shouldn't like that, Cornelis.'

Peter grinned. 'We should cover a lot of new country. You can reckon on me, friend Cornelis. I've always had

'We'd better begin at once. God, I wonder what's happened to old Solly Maritz, with his bottle face? Yon was

a fine battle at the drift when I was sitting up to my neck in the Orange praying that Brits' lads would take my

Peter was as thorough a mountebank, when he got started, as Blenkiron himself. All the way back to Lisbon

he yarned about Maritz and his adventures in German South West till I half believed they were true. He made

a very good story of our doings, and by his constant harping on it I pretty soon got it into my memory. That

was always Peter's way. He said if you were going to play a part, you must think yourself into it, convince

yourself that you were it, till you really were it and didn't act but behaved naturally. The two men who had

started that morning from the hotel door had been bogus enough, but the two men that returned were genuine

We spent the evening piling up evidence in our favour. Some kind of republic had been started in Portugal,

and ordinarily the cafes would have been full of politicians, but the war had quieted all these local squabbles,

and the talk was of nothing but what was doing in France and Russia. The place we went to was a big,

welllighted show on a main street, and there were a lot of sharpeyed fellows wandering about that I guessed

were spies and police agents. I knew that Britain was the one country that doesn't bother about this kind of

I talked Portuguese fairly well, and Peter spoke it like a Lourenco Marques barkeeper, with a lot of

Shangaan words to fill up. He started on curacao, which I reckoned was a new drink to him, and presently his

tongue ran freely. Several neighbours pricked up their ears, and soon we had a small crowd round our table.

We talked to each other of Maritz and our doings. It didn't seem to be a popular subject in that cafe. One big

blueblack fellow said that Maritz was a dirty swine who would soon be hanged. Peter quickly caught his

knifewrist with one hand and his throat with the other, and demanded an apology. He got it. The Lisbon

After that there was a bit of a squash in our corner. Those near to us were very quiet and polite, but the outer

fringe made remarks. When Peter said that if Portugal, which he admitted he loved, was going to stick to

England she was backing the wrong horse, there was a murmur of disapproval. One decentlooking old

fellow, who had the air of a ship's captain, flushed all over his honest face, and stood up looking straight at

Peter. I saw that we had struck an Englishman, and mentioned it to Peter in Dutch.

Peter played his part perfectly. He suddenly shut up, and, with furtive looks around him, began to jabber to

The old fellow stood staring at us. 'I don't very well understand this damned lingo,' he said; 'but if so be you

dirty Dutchmen are sayin' anything against England, I'll ask you to repeat it. And if so be as you repeats it I'll

He was a chap after my own heart, but I had to keep the game up. I said in Dutch to Peter that we mustn't get

brawling in a public house. 'Remember the big thing,' I said darkly. Peter nodded, and the old fellow, after

'The time is coming when the Englander will sing small,' I observed to the crowd. We stood drinks to one or

two, and then swaggered into the street. At the door a hand touched my arm, and, looking down, I saw a little

'Will the gentlemen walk a step with me and drink a glass of beer?' he said in very stiff Dutch.

'_Gott _strafe _England!' was his answer, and, turning back the lapel of his coat, he showed some kind of

He led us to a back street and then up two pairs of stairs to a very snug little flat. The place was filled with

fine red lacquer, and I guessed that artdealing was his nominal business. Portugal, since the republic broke

up the convents and sold up the big royalist grandees, was full of bargains in the lacquer and curio line.

'_Prosit,' he said, raising his glass. 'You are from South Africa. What make you in Europe?'

'That's our own business,' I answered. 'You don't expect to buy our confidence with a glass of beer.'

'So?' he said. 'Then I will put it differently. From your speech in the cafe I judge you do not love the English.'

Peter said something about stamping on their grandmothers, a Kaffir phrase which sounded gruesome in

'That remains to be seen,' I said. 'If they treat me fair I'll fight for them, or for anybody else that makes war on

England. England has stolen my country and corrupted my people and made me an exile. We Afrikanders do

not forget. We may be slow but we win in the end. We two are men worth a great price. Germany fights

England in East Africa. We know the natives as no Englishmen can ever know them. They are too soft and

easy and the Kaffirs laugh at them. But we can handle the blacks so that they will fight like devils for fear of

us. What is the reward, little man, for our services? I will tell you. There will be no reward. We ask none. We

'That is good talk,' said our entertainer, and his closeset eyes flashed. 'There is room in Germany for such

'To Holland,' I said. 'Then maybe we will go to Germany. We are tired with travel and may rest a bit. This

'But you may miss your market,' he said significantly. 'A ship sails tomorrow for Rotterdam. If you take my

This was what I wanted, for if we stayed in Lisbon some real soldier of Maritz might drop in any day and

'I recommend you to sail in the _Machado,' he repeated. 'There is work for you in Germany oh yes, much

work; but if you delay the chance may pass. I will arrange your journey. It is my business to help the allies of

He wrote down our names and an epitome of our doings contributed by Peter, who required two mugs of beer

to help him through. He was a Bavarian, it seemed, and we drank to the health of Prince Rupprecht, the same

blighter I was trying to do in at Loos. That was an irony which Peter unfortunately could not appreciate. If he

The little chap saw us back to our hotel, and was with us the next morning after breakfast, bringing the

steamer tickets. We got on board about two in the afternoon, but on my advice he did not see us off. I told

him that, being British subjects and rebels at that, we did not want to run any risks on board, assuming a

British cruiser caught us up and searched us. But Peter took twenty pounds off him for travelling expenses, it

'I met Sloggett in the street this morning,' said Peter, 'and he told me a little German man had been off in a

boat at daybreak looking up the passenger list. Yon was a right notion of yours, Cornelis. I am glad we are

The Germans, as Peter said, are a careful people. A man met us on the quay at Rotterdam. I was a bit afraid

that something might have turned up in Lisbon to discredit us, and that our little friend might have warned his

Peter and I had made our plans pretty carefully on the voyage. We had talked nothing but Dutch, and had

kept up between ourselves the role of Maritz's men, which Peter said was the only way to play a part well.

Upon my soul, before we got to Holland I was not very clear in my own mind what my past had been. Indeed

the danger was that the other side of my mind, which should be busy with the great problem, would get

atrophied, and that I should soon be mentally on a par with the ordinary backveld desperado.

We had agreed that it would be best to get into Germany at once, and when the agent on the quay told us of a

I had another fit of cold feet before we got over the frontier. At the station there was a King's Messenger

whom I had seen in France, and a war correspondent who had been trotting round our part of the front before

Loos. I heard a woman speaking pretty cleancut English, which amid the hoarse Dutch jabber sounded like

a lark among crows. There were copies of the English papers for sale, and English cheap editions. I felt pretty

bad about the whole business, and wondered if I should ever see these homely sights again.

But the mood passed when the train started. It was a clear blowing day, and as we crawled through the flat

pastures of Holland my time was taken up answering Peter's questions. He had never been in Europe before,

and formed a high opinion of the farming. He said he reckoned that such land would carry four sheep a

morgen. We were thick in talk when we reached the frontier station and jolted over a canal bridge into

I had expected a big barricade with barbed wire and entrenchments. But there was nothing to see on the

German side but half a dozen sentries in the fieldgrey I had hunted at Loos. An underofficer, with the

blackandgold button of the Landsturm, hoicked us out of the train, and we were all shepherded into a big

bare waitingroom where a large stove burned. They took us two at a time into an inner room for

examination. I had explained to Peter all about this formality, but I was glad we went in together, for they

made us strip to the skin, and I had to curse him pretty seriously to make him keep quiet. The men who did

the job were fairly civil, but they were mighty thorough. They took down a list of all we had in our pockets

and bags, and all the details from the passports the Rotterdam agent had given us.

We were dressing when a man in a lieutenant's uniform came in with a paper in his hand. He was a

He saluted. 'Gentlemen, I apologize. I am late because of the slowness of the Herr Commandant's motorcar.

Had I been in time you would not have been required to go through this ceremony. We have been advised of

your coming, and I am instructed to attend you on your journey. The train for Berlin leaves in half an hour.

With a feeling of distinction we stalked out of the ordinary ruck of passengers and followed the lieutenant to

the station restaurant. He plunged at once into conversation, talking the Dutch of Holland, which Peter, who

had forgotten his schooldays, found a bit hard to follow. He was unfit for active service, because of his eyes

and a weak heart, but he was a desperate fireeater in that stuffy restaurant. By his way of it Germany could

gobble up the French and the Russians whenever she cared, but she was aiming at getting all the Middle East

in her hands first, so that she could come out conqueror with the practical control of half the world.

'Your friends the English,' he said grinning, 'will come last. When we have starved them and destroyed their

commerce with our undersea boats we will show them what our navy can do. For a year they have been

wasting their time in brag and politics, and we have been building great ships oh, so many! My cousin at

But we never heard about that cousin at Kiel. A short sunburnt man came in and our friend sprang up and

The newcomer looked us over with bright intelligent eyes, and started questioning Peter in the taal. It was

well that we had taken some pains with our story, for this man had been years in German South West, and

knew every mile of the borders. Zorn was his name, and both Peter and I thought we remembered hearing

I am thankful to say that we both showed up pretty well. Peter told his story to perfection, not pitching it too

high, and asking me now and then for a name or to verify some detail. Captain Zorn looked satisfied.

'You seem the right kind of fellows,' he said. 'But remember' and he bent his brows on us 'we do not

understand slimness in this land. If you are honest you will be rewarded, but if you dare to play a double

game you will be shot like dogs. Your race has produced over many traitors for my taste.' 'I ask no reward,' I

said gruffly. 'We are not Germans or Germany's slaves. But so long as she fights against England we will

'Bold words,' he said; 'but you must bow your stiff necks to discipline first. Discipline has been the weak

point of you Boers, and you have suffered for it. You are no more a nation. In Germany we put discipline first

and last, and therefore we will conquer the world. Off with you now. Your train starts in three minutes. We

That fellow gave me the best 'feel' of any German I had yet met. He was a white man and I could have

My chief recollection of our journey to Berlin was its commonplaceness. The spectacled lieutenant fell

asleep, and for the most part we had the carriage to ourselves. Now and again a soldier on leave would drop

in, most of them tired men with heavy eyes. No wonder, poor devils, for they were coming back from the

Yser or the Ypres salient. I would have liked to talk to them, but officially of course I knew no German, and

the conversation I overheard did not signify much. It was mostly about regimental details, though one chap,

who was in better spirits than the rest, observed that this was the last Christmas of misery, and that next year

he would be holidaying at home with full pockets. The others assented, but without much conviction.

The winter day was short, and most of the journey was made in the dark. I could see from the window the

lights of little villages, and now and then the blaze of ironworks and forges. We stopped at a town for dinner,

where the platform was crowded with drafts waiting to go westward. We saw no signs of any scarcity of

food, such as the English newspapers wrote about. We had an excellent dinner at the station restaurant,

which, with a bottle of white wine, cost just three shillings apiece. The bread, to be sure, was poor, but I can

put up with the absence of bread if I get a juicy fillet of beef and as good vegetables as you will see in the

I was a little afraid of our giving ourselves away in our sleep, but I need have had no fear, for our escort

slumbered like a hog with his mouth wide open. As we roared through the darkness I kept pinching myself to

make myself feel that I was in the enemy's land on a wild mission. The rain came on, and we passed through

dripping towns, with the lights shining from the wet streets. As we went eastward the lighting seemed to

grow more generous. After the murk of London it was queer to slip through garish stations with a hundred arc

lights glowing, and to see long lines of lamps running to the horizon. Peter dropped off early, but I kept

awake till midnight, trying to focus thoughts that persistently strayed. Then I, too, dozed and did not awake

till about five in the morning, when we ran into a great busy terminus as bright as midday. It was the easiest

The lieutenant stretched himself and smoothed his rumpled uniform. We carried our scanty luggage to a

_droschke, for there seemed to be no porters. Our escort gave the address of some hotel and we rumbled out

'The greatest people on earth,' he said, 'as their enemies will soon bear witness.'

I would have given a lot for a bath, but I felt that it would be outside my part, and Peter was not of the

washing persuasion. But we had a very good breakfast of coffee and eggs, and then the lieutenant started on

the telephone. He began by being dictatorial, then he seemed to be switched on to higher authorities, for he

grew more polite, and at the end he fairly crawled. He made some arrangements, for he informed us that in

the afternoon we would see some fellow whose title he could not translate into Dutch. I judged he was a great

He took us for a walk that morning after Peter and I had attended to our toilets. We were an odd pair of

scallywags to look at, but as South African as a waitabit bush. Both of us had readymade tweed suits, grey

flannel shirts with flannel collars, and felt hats with broader brims than they like in Europe. I had strongnailed

brown boots, Peter a pair of those mustardcoloured abominations which the Portuguese affect and which

made him hobble like a Chinese lady. He had a scarlet satin tie which you could hear a mile off. My beard

had grown to quite a respectable length, and I trimmed it like General Smuts'. Peter's was the kind of loose

flapping thing the _taakhaar loves, which has scarcely ever been shaved, and is combed once in a blue moon.

I must say we made a pretty solid pair. Any South African would have set us down as a Boer from the

backveld who had bought a suit of clothes in the nearest store, and his cousin from some onehorse dorp

who had been to school and thought himself the devil of a fellow. We fairly reeked of the subcontinent, as

It was a fine morning after the rain, and we wandered about in the streets for a couple of hours. They were

busy enough, and the shops looked rich and bright with their Christmas goods, and one big store where I

went to buy a pocketknife was packed with customers. One didn't see very many young men, and most of

the women wore mourning. Uniforms were everywhere, but their wearers generally looked like dugouts or

office fellows. We had a glimpse of the squat building which housed the General Staff and took off our hats

to it. Then we stared at the Marinamt, and I wondered what plots were hatching there behind old Tirpitz's

whiskers. The capital gave one an impression of ugly cleanness and a sort of dreary effectiveness. And yet I

found it depressing more depressing than London. I don't know how to put it, but the whole big concern

seemed to have no soul in it, to be like a big factory instead of a city. You won't make a factory look like a

house, though you decorate its front and plant rosebushes all round it. The place depressed and yet cheered

At three o'clock the lieutenant took us to a plain white building in a side street with sentries at the door. A

young staff officer met us and made us wait for five minutes in an anteroom. Then we were ushered into a

big room with a polished floor on which Peter nearly sat down. There was a log fire burning, and seated at a

table was a little man in spectacles with his hair brushed back from his brow like a popular violinist. He was

the boss, for the lieutenant saluted him and announced our names. Then he disappeared, and the man at the

But it was the other man that caught my eye. He stood with his back to the fire leaning his elbows on the

mantelpiece. He was a perfect mountain of a fellow, six and a half feet if he was an inch, with shoulders on

him like a shorthorn bull. He was in uniform and the blackandwhite ribbon of the Iron Cross showed at a

buttonhole. His tunic was all wrinkled and strained as if it could scarcely contain his huge chest, and mighty

hands were clasped over his stomach. That man must have had the length of reach of a gorilla. He had a

great, lazy, smiling face, with a square cleft chin which stuck out beyond the rest. His brow retreated and the

stubby back of his head ran forward to meet it, while his neck below bulged out over his collar. His head was

He stared at me with his small bright eyes and I stared back. I had struck something I had been looking for for

a long time, and till that moment I wasn't sure that it existed. Here was the German of caricature, the real

German, the fellow we were up against. He was as hideous as a hippopotamus, but effective. Every bristle on

The man at the table was speaking. I took him to be a civilian official of sorts, pretty high up from his

surroundings, perhaps an UnderSecretary. His Dutch was slow and careful, but good too good for Peter.

He had a paper before him and was asking us questions from it. They did not amount to much, being pretty

well a repetition of those Zorn had asked us at the frontier. I answered fluently, for I had all our lies by heart.

Then the man on the hearthrug broke in. 'I'll talk to them, Excellency,' he said in German. 'You are too

He began in the taal, with the thick guttural accent that you get in German South West. 'You have heard of

Peter pricked up his ears. '_Ja, Baas, you cut off the chief Baviaan's head and sent it in pickle about the

The big man laughed. 'You see I am not forgotten,' he said to his friend, and then to us: 'So I treat my

enemies, and so will Germany treat hers. You, too, if you fail me by a fraction of an inch.' And he laughed

There was something horrible in that boisterousness. Peter was watching him from below his eyelids, as I

He flung himself on a chair, put his elbows on the table, and thrust his face forward.

'You have come from a damned muddled show. If I had Maritz in my power I would have him flogged at a

wagon's end. Fools and pigdogs, they had the game in their hands and they flung it away. We could have

raised a fire that would have burned the English into the sea, and for lack of fuel they let it die down. Then

He rolled a paper pellet and flicked it into the air. 'That is what I think of your idiot general,' he said, 'and of

'A pair of dumb dogs,' he cried. 'A thousand Brandenburgers would have won in a fortnight. Seitz hadn't

much to boast of, mostly clerks and farmers and halfcastes, and no soldier worth the name to lead them, but

it took Botha and Smuts and a dozen generals to hunt him down. But Maritz!' His scorn came like a gust of

'Maritz did all the fighting there was,' said Peter sulkily. 'At any rate he wasn't afraid of the sight of the khaki

'Maybe he wasn't,' said the giant in a cooing voice; 'maybe he had his reasons for that. You Dutchmen have

always a featherbed to fall on. You can always turn traitor. Maritz now calls himself Robinson, and has a

'I asked for information,' said Stumm with a sudden politeness. 'But that is all past and done with. Maritz

matters no more than your old Cronjes and Krugers. The show is over, and you are looking for safety. For a

new master perhaps? But, man, what can you bring? What can you offer? You and your Dutch are lying in

the dust with the yoke on your necks. The Pretoria lawyers have talked you round. You see that map,' and he

pointed to a big one on the wall. 'South Africa is coloured green. Not red for the English, or yellow for the

Germans. Some day it will be yellow, but for a little it will be green the colour of neutrals, of nothings, of

Then he fixed his eyes on Peter. 'What do you come here for? The game's up in your own country. What can

you offer us Germans? If we gave you ten million marks and sent you back you could do nothing. Stir up a

village row, perhaps, and shoot a policeman. South Africa is counted out in this war. Botha is a cleverish man

Peter couldn't. He was terribly honest in some things, and these were for certain his opinions.

Peter mumbled some foolishness about nobbling Angola for Germany and starting a revolution among the

It was high time for me to chip in. I was beginning to see the kind of fellow this Stumm was, and as he talked

I thought of my mission, which had got overlaid by my Boer past. It looked as if he might be useful.

'Let me speak,' I said. 'My friend is a great hunter, but he fights better than he talks. He is no politician. You

speak truth. South Africa is a closed door for the present, and the key to it is elsewhere. Here in Europe, and

in the east, and in other parts of Africa. We have come to help you to find the key.'

Stumm was listening. 'Go on, my little Boer. It will be a new thing to hear a _taakhaar on worldpolitics.'

'You are fighting,' I said, 'in East Africa; and soon you may fight in Egypt. All the east coast north of the

Zambesi will be your battleground. The English run about the world with little expeditions. I do not know

where the places are, though I read of them in the papers. But I know my Africa. You want to beat them here

in Europe and on the seas. Therefore, like wise generals, you try to divide them and have them scattered

'Well, England will not let East Africa go. She fears for Egypt and she fears, too, for India. If you press her

there she will send armies and more armies till she is so weak in Europe that a child can crush her. That is

England's way. She cares more for her Empire than for what may happen to her allies. So I say press and still

press there, destroy the railway to the Lakes, burn her capital, pen up every Englishman in Mombasa island.

'We can keep our territory,' said the former; 'but as for pressing, how the devil are we to press? The accursed

English hold the sea. We cannot ship men or guns there. South are the Portuguese and west the Belgians. You

cannot move a mass without a lever.' 'The lever is there, ready for you,' I said.

I looked at the door to see that it was shut, as if what I had to say was very secret.

'You need men, and the men are waiting. They are black, but they are the stuff of warriors. All round your

borders you have the remains of great fighting tribes, the Angoni, the Masai, the Manyumwezi, and above all

the Somalis of the north, and the dwellers on the upper Nile. The British recruit their black regiments there,

and so do you. But to get recruits is not enough. You must set whole nations moving, as the Zulu under

This kind of talk was jolly difficult for me, chiefly because of Stumm's asides in German to the official. I had,

above all things, to get the credit of knowing no German, and, if you understand a language well, it is not

very easy when you are interrupted not to show that you know it, either by a direct answer, or by referring to

the interruption in what you say next. I had to be always on my guard, and yet it was up to me to be very

persuasive and convince these fellows that I would be useful. Somehow or other I had to get into their

'I have been for years up and down in Africa Uganda and the Congo and the Upper Nile. I know the ways

of the Kaffir as no Englishman does. We Afrikanders see into the black man's heart, and though he may hate

us he does our will. You Germans are like the English; you are too big folk to understand plain men.

"Civilize," you cry. "Educate," say the English. The black man obeys and puts away his gods, but he

worships them all the time in his soul. We must get his gods on our side, and then he will move mountains.

'It is sober common sense,' I said. 'But you must begin at the right end. First find the race that fears its priests.

It is waiting for you the Mussulmans of Somaliland and the Abyssinian border and the Blue and White

Nile. They would be like dried grasses to catch fire if you used the flint and steel of their religion. Look what

the English suffered from a crazy Mullah who ruled only a dozen villages. Once get the flames going and

they will lick up the pagans of the west and south. This is the way of Africa. How many thousands, think you,

were in the Mahdi's army who never heard of the Prophet till they saw the black flags of the Emirs going into

Stumm was smiling. He turned his face to the official and spoke with his hand over his mouth, but I caught

his words. They were: 'This is the man for Hilda.' The other pursed his lips and looked a little scared.

Stumm rang a bell and the lieutenant came in and clicked his heels. He nodded towards Peter. 'Take this man

'You are a dreamer, Brandt,' he said. 'But I do not reject you on that account. Dreams sometimes come true,

'That is your part. You are the cleverest people in the world. You have already half the Mussulman lands in

your power. It is for you to show us how to kindle a holy war, for clearly you have the secret of it. Never fear

'We have no secret,' he said shortly, and glanced at the official, who stared out of the window.

I dropped my jaw and looked the picture of disappointment. 'I do not believe you,' I said slowly. 'You play a

'Discipline, by God,' Stumm cried. 'This is none of your ragged commandos.' In two strides he was above me

and had lifted me out of my seat. His great hands clutched my shoulders, and his thumbs gouged my armpits.

I felt as if I were in the grip of a big ape. Then very slowly he shook me so that my teeth seemed loosened

'Now, go! _Futsack! And remember that I am your master. I, Ulric von Stumm, who owns you as a Kaffir

owns his mongrel. Germany may have some use for you, my friend, when you fear me as you never feared

As I walked dizzily away the big man was smiling in his horrible way, and that little official was blinking and

smiling too. I had struck a dashed queer country, so queer that I had had no time to remember that for the first

time in my life I had been bullied without hitting back. When I realized it I nearly choked with anger. But I

thanked heaven I had shown no temper, for I remembered my mission. Luck seemed to have brought me into

Next morning there was a touch of frost and a nip in the air which stirred my blood and put me in buoyant

spirits. I forgot my precarious position and the long road I had still to travel. I came down to breakfast in

great form, to find Peter's even temper badly ruffled. He had remembered Stumm in the night and disliked the

memory; this he muttered to me as we rubbed shoulders at the diningroom door. Peter and I got no

opportunity for private talk. The lieutenant was with us all the time, and at night we were locked in our

rooms. Peter discovered this through trying to get out to find matches, for he had the bad habit of smoking in

Our guide started on the telephone, and announced that we were to be taken to see a prisoners' camp. In the

afternoon I was to go somewhere with Stumm, but the morning was for sightseeing. 'You will see,' he told

us, 'how merciful is a great people. You will also see some of the hated English in our power. That will

We drove in a taxi through the suburbs and then over a stretch of flat marketgardenlike country to a low

rise of wooded hills. After an hour's ride we entered the gate of what looked like a big reformatory or

hospital. I believe it had been a home for destitute children. There were sentries at the gate and massive

concentric circles of barbed wire through which we passed under an arch that was let down like a portcullis at

nightfall. The lieutenant showed his permit, and we ran the car into a brickpaved yard and marched through

He was away from home, and we were welcomed by his deputy, a pale young man with a head nearly bald.

There were introductions in German which our guide translated into Dutch, and a lot of elegant speeches

about how Germany was foremost in humanity as well as martial valour. Then they stood us sandwiches and

beer, and we formed a procession for a tour of inspection. There were two doctors, both mildlooking men in

spectacles, and a couple of warders underofficers of the good old burly, bullying sort I knew well. That

was the cement which kept the German Army together. Her men were nothing to boast of on the average; no

more were the officers, even in crack corps like the Guards and the Brandenburgers; but they seemed to have

We marched round the washhouses, the recreationground, the kitchens, the hospital with nobody in it

save one chap with the 'flu.' It didn't seem to be badly done. This place was entirely for officers, and I expect

it was a show place where American visitors were taken. If half the stories one heard were true there were

I didn't half like the business. To be a prisoner has always seemed to me about the worst thing that could

happen to a man. The sight of German prisoners used to give me a bad feeling inside, whereas I looked at

dead Boches with nothing but satisfaction. Besides, there was the offchance that I might be recognized. So I

kept very much in the shadow whenever we passed anybody in the corridors. The few we met passed us

incuriously. They saluted the deputycommandant, but scarcely wasted a glance on us. No doubt they

thought we were inquisitive Germans come to gloat over them. They looked fairly fit, but a little puffy about

the eyes, like men who get too little exercise. They seemed thin, too. I expect the food, for all the

commandant's talk, was nothing to boast of. In one room people were writing letters. It was a big place with

only a tiny stove to warm it, and the windows were shut so that the atmosphere was a cold frowst. In another

room a fellow was lecturing on something to a dozen hearers and drawing figures on a blackboard. Some

were in ordinary khaki, others in any old thing they could pick up, and most wore greatcoats. Your blood gets

thin when you have nothing to do but hope against hope and think of your pals and the old days.

I was moving along, listening with half an ear to the lieutenant's prattle and the loud explanations of the

deputycommandant, when I pitchforked into what might have been the end of my business. We were going

through a sort of convalescent room, where people were sitting who had been in hospital. It was a big place, a

little warmer than the rest of the building, but still abominably fuggy. There were about half a dozen men in

the room, reading and playing games. They looked at us with lacklustre eyes for a moment, and then

returned to their occupations. Being convalescents I suppose they were not expected to get up and salute.

All but one, who was playing Patience at a little table by which we passed. I was feeling very bad about the

thing, for I hated to see these good fellows locked away in this infernal German hole when they might have

been giving the Boche his deserts at the front. The commandant went first with Peter, who had developed a

great interest in prisons. Then came our lieutenant with one of the doctors; then a couple of warders; and then

the second doctor and myself. I was absentminded at the moment and was last in the queue.

The Patienceplayer suddenly looked up and I saw his face. I'm hanged if it wasn't Dolly Riddell, who was

our brigade machinegun officer at Loos. I had heard that the Germans had got him when they blew up a mine

I had to act pretty quick, for his mouth was agape, and I saw he was going to speak. The doctor was a yard

I stumbled and spilt his cards on the floor. Then I kneeled to pick them up and gripped his knee. His head

'I'm Hannay all right. For God's sake don't wink an eye. I'm here on a secret job.'

The doctor had turned to see what was the matter. I got a few more words in. 'Cheer up, old man. We're

Then I began to talk excited Dutch and finished the collection of the cards. Dolly was playing his part well,

smiling as if he was amused by the antics of a monkey. The others were coming back, the

deputycommandant with an angry light in his dull eye. 'Speaking to the prisoners is forbidden,' he shouted.

'What kind of fellow is he?' said Dolly in English to the doctor. 'He spoils my game and then jabbers

Officially I knew English, and that speech of Dolly's gave me my cue. I pretended to be very angry with the

very damned Englishman, and went out of the room close by the deputycommandant, grumbling like a sick

jackal. After that I had to act a bit. The last place we visited was the closeconfinement part where prisoners

were kept as a punishment for some breach of the rules. They looked cheerless enough, but I pretended to

gloat over the sight, and said so to the lieutenant, who passed it on to the others. I have rarely in my life felt

On the way home the lieutenant discoursed a lot about prisoners and detentioncamps, for at one time he had

been on duty at Ruhleben. Peter, who had been in quod more than once in his life, was deeply interested and

kept on questioning him. Among other things he told us was that they often put bogus prisoners among the

rest, who acted as spies. If any plot to escape was hatched these fellows got into it and encouraged it. They

never interfered till the attempt was actually made and then they had them on toast. There was nothing the

That afternoon Peter and I separated. He was left behind with the lieutenant and I was sent off to the station

with my bag in the company of a Landsturm sergeant. Peter was very cross, and I didn't care for the look of

things; but I brightened up when I heard I was going somewhere with Stumm. If he wanted to see me again

he must think me of some use, and if he was going to use me he was bound to let me into his game. I liked

At the station platform, where the ornament of the Landsturm saved me all the trouble about tickets, I could

not see my companion. I stood waiting, while a great crowd, mostly of soldiers, swayed past me and filled all

the front carriages. An officer spoke to me gruffly and told me to stand aside behind a wooden rail. I obeyed,

'A dozen words,' I said carelessly. 'I've been to Windhuk and learned enough to ask for my dinner. Peter my

'So,' said Stumm. 'Well, get into the carriage. Not that one! There, thickhead!'

I did as I was bid, he followed, and the door was locked behind us. The precaution was needless, for the sight

of Stumm's profile at the platform end would have kept out the most brazen. I wondered if I had woken up his

suspicions. I must be on my guard to show no signs of intelligence if he suddenly tried me in German, and

We moved into the country, but the windows were blurred with frost, and I saw nothing of the landscape.

Stumm was busy with papers and let me alone. I read on a notice that one was forbidden to smoke, so to

show my ignorance of German I pulled out my pipe. Stumm raised his head, saw what I was doing, and

gruffly bade me put it away, as if he were an old lady that disliked the smell of tobacco.

In half an hour I got very bored, for I had nothing to read and my pipe was _verboten. People passed now and

then in the corridors, but no one offered to enter. No doubt they saw the big figure in uniform and thought he

was the deuce of a staff swell who wanted solitude. I thought of stretching my legs in the corridor, and was

just getting up to do it when somebody slid the door back and a big figure blocked the light.

He was wearing a heavy ulster and a green felt hat. He saluted Stumm, who looked up angrily, and smiled

'Say, gentlemen,' he said, 'have you room in here for a little one? I guess I'm about smoked out of my car by

Stumm had risen with a brow of wrath, and looked as if he were going to pitch the intruder off the train. Then

he seemed to halt and collect himself, and the other's face broke into a friendly grin.

'Why, it's Colonel Stumm,'he cried. (He pronounced it like the first syllable in 'stomach'.) 'Very pleased to

meet you again, Colonel. I had the honour of making your acquaintance at our Embassy. I reckon

Ambassador Gerard didn't cotton to our conversation that night.' And the newcomer plumped himself down

I had been pretty certain I would run across Blenkiron somewhere in Germany, but I didn't think it would be

so soon. There he sat staring at me with his full, unseeing eyes, rolling out platitudes to Stumm, who was

nearly bursting in his effort to keep civil. I looked moody and suspicious, which I took to be the right line.

'Things are getting a bit dead at Salonika,' said Mr Blenkiron, by way of a conversational opening.

Stumm pointed to a notice which warned officers to refrain from discussing military operations with mixed

'Sorry,' said Blenkiron, 'I can't read that tombstone language of yours. But I reckon that that notice to

trespassers, whatever it signifies, don't apply to you and me. I take it this gentleman is in your party.'

'He is a Dutchman,' said Stumm; 'South African Dutch, and he is not happy, for he doesn't like to hear

'We'll shake on that,' said Blenkiron cordially. 'But who said I spoke English? It's good American. Cheer up,

friend, for it isn't the call that makes the big wapiti, as they say out west in my country. I hate John Bull

I dare say he could, but at that moment, we slowed down at a station and Stumm got up to leave. 'Good day to

you, Herr Blenkiron,' he cried over his shoulder. 'If you consider your comfort, don't talk English to strange

'Say, friend,' he shouted, 'you've left your grip,' and he handed me my bag from the luggage rack. But he

showed no sign of recognition, and the last I saw of him was sitting sunk in a corner with his head on his

There was a motorcar waiting one of the grey military kind and we started at a terrific pace over bad

forest roads. Stumm had put away his papers in a portfolio, and flung me a few sentences on the journey.

'I haven't made up my mind about you, Brandt,' he announced. 'You may be a fool or a knave or a good man.

'Can't we?' he said, smiling wickedly. 'Remember you are a citizen of nowhere. Technically, you are a rebel,

and the British, if you go to them, will hang you, supposing they have any sense. You are in our power, my

'But I don't think you are a fool. You may be a scoundrel. Some kinds of scoundrel are useful enough. Other

'You will be given a chance to serve Germany, the proudest privilege a mortal man can have.' The strange

The car swung out from the trees into a park lined with saplings, and in the twilight I saw before me a biggish

house like an overgrown Swiss chalet. There was a kind of archway, with a sham portcullis, and a terrace

with battlements which looked as if they were made of stucco. We drew up at a Gothic front door, where a

As we moved into the lighted hall I got a good look at our host. He was very lean and brown, with the stoop

in the shoulder that one gets from being constantly on horseback. He had untidy grizzled hair and a ragged

'This is the Dutchman,' said Stumm. 'His name is Brandt. Brandt, you see before you Herr Gaudian.'

I knew the name, of course; there weren't many in my profession that didn't. He was one of the biggest

railway engineers in the world, the man who had built the Baghdad and Syrian railways, and the new lines in

German East. I suppose he was about the greatest living authority on tropical construction. He knew the East

and he knew Africa; clearly I had been brought down for him to put me through my paces.

A blonde maidservant took me to my room, which had a bare polished floor, a stove, and windows that,

unlike most of the German kind I had sampled, seemed made to open. When I had washed I descended to the

hall, which was hung round with trophies of travel, like Dervish jibbahs and Masai shields and one or two

good buffalo heads. Presently a bell was rung. Stumm appeared with his host, and we went in to supper.

I was jolly hungry and would have made a good meal if I hadn't constantly had to keep jogging my wits. The

other two talked in German, and when a question was put to me Stumm translated. The first thing I had to do

was to pretend I didn't know German and look listlessly round the room while they were talking. The second

was to miss not a word, for there lay my chance. The third was to be ready to answer questions at any

moment, and to show in the answering that I had not followed the previous conversation. Likewise, I must

not prove myself a fool in these answers, for I had to convince them that I was useful. It took some doing, and

I felt like a witness in the box under a stiff crossexamination, or a man trying to play three games of chess at

'Too late,' he said. 'It should have been done at the beginning. We neglected Africa. You know the reason

Gaudian glanced towards me while I was busy with an orange salad. 'I have much to tell you of that. But it

can wait. Your friend is right in one thing. Uganda is a vital spot for the English, and a blow there will make

their whole fabric shiver. But how can we strike? They have still the coast, and our supplies grow daily

'We can send no reinforcements, but have we used all the local resources? That is what I cannot satisfy

myself about. Zimmerman says we have, but Tressler thinks differently, and now we have this fellow coming

out of the void with a story which confirms my doubt. He seems to know his job. You try him.'

Thereupon Gaudian set about questioning me, and his questions were very thorough. I knew just enough and

no more to get through, but I think I came out with credit. You see I have a capacious memory, and in my

time I had met scores of hunters and pioneers and listened to their yarns, so I could pretend to knowledge of a

place even when I hadn't been there. Besides, I had once been on the point of undertaking a job up

'You say that with our help you can make trouble for the British on the three borders?' Gaudian asked at

'They are all African. You can bear me out. All African peoples are alike in one thing they can go mad, and

'Where the fuel is dryest. Up in the North among the Mussulman peoples. But there you must help me. I

Stumm had translated all this time, and had given the sense of my words very fairly. But with my last answer

he took liberties. What he gave was: 'Because the Dutchman thinks that we have some big card in dealing

with the Moslem world.' Then, lowering his voice and raising his eyebrows, he said some word like

The other looked with a quick glance of apprehension at me. 'We had better continue our talk in private, Herr

Colonel,' he said. 'If Herr Brandt will forgive us, we will leave him for a little to entertain himself.' He pushed

I pulled my chair up to the stove, and would have liked to drop off to sleep. The tension of the talk at supper

had made me very tired. I was accepted by these men for exactly what I professed to be. Stumm might

suspect me of being a rascal, but it was a Dutch rascal. But all the same I was skating on thin ice. I could not

sink myself utterly in the part, for if I did I would get no good out of being there. I had to keep my wits going

all the time, and join the appearance and manners of a backveld Boer with the mentality of a British

intelligenceofficer. Any moment the two parts might clash and I would be faced with the most alert and

There would be no mercy from Stumm. That large man was beginning to fascinate me, even though I hated

him. Gaudian was clearly a good fellow, a white man and a gentleman. I could have worked with him for he

belonged to my own totem. But the other was an incarnation of all that makes Germany detested, and yet he

wasn't altogether the ordinary German, and I couldn't help admiring him. I noticed he neither smoked nor

drank. His grossness was apparently not in the way of fleshly appetites. Cruelty, from all I had heard of him

in German South West, was his hobby; but there were other things in him, some of them good, and he had

that kind of crazy patriotism which becomes a religion. I wondered why he had not some high command in

the field, for he had had the name of a good soldier. But probably he was a big man in his own line, whatever

it was, for the UnderSecretary fellow had talked small in his presence, and so great a man as Gaudian

clearly respected him. There must be no lack of brains inside that funny pyramidal head.

As I sat beside the stove I was casting back to think if I had got the slightest clue to my real job. There

seemed to be nothing so far. Stumm had talked of a von Einem woman who was interested in his department,

perhaps the same woman as the Hilda he had mentioned the day before to the UnderSecretary. There was

not much in that. She was probably some minister's or ambassador's wife who had a finger in high politics. If

I could have caught the word Stumm had whispered to Gaudian which made him start and look askance at

me! But I had only heard a gurgle of something like 'uhnmantl', which wasn't any German word that I knew.

The heat put me into a halfdoze and I began dreamily to wonder what other people were doing. Where had

Blenkiron been posting to in that train, and what was he up to at this moment? He had been hobnobbing with

ambassadors and swells I wondered if he had found out anything. What was Peter doing? I fervently hoped

he was behaving himself, for I doubted if Peter had really tumbled to the delicacy of our job. Where was

Sandy, too? As like as not bucketing in the hold of some Greek coaster in the Aegean. Then I thought of my

battalion somewhere on the line between Hulluch and La Bassee, hammering at the Boche, while I was five

It was a comic reflection, so comic that it woke me up. After trying in vain to find a way of stoking that

stove, for it was a cold night, I got up and walked about the room. There were portraits of two decent old

fellows, probably Gaudian's parents. There were enlarged photographs, too, of engineering works, and a good

picture of Bismarck. And close to the stove there was a case of maps mounted on rollers.

I pulled out one at random. It was a geological map of Germany, and with some trouble I found out where I

was. I was an enormous distance from my goal and moreover I was clean off the road to the East. To go there

I must first go to Bavaria and then into Austria. I noticed the Danube flowing eastwards and remembered that

Then I tried another map. This one covered a big area, all Europe from the Rhine and as far east as Persia. I

guessed that it was meant to show the Baghdad railway and the through routes from Germany to

Mesopotamia. There were markings on it; and, as I looked closer, I saw that there were dates scribbled in

blue pencil, as if to denote the stages of a journey. The dates began in Europe, and continued right on into

For a moment my heart jumped, for I thought I had fallen by accident on the clue I wanted. But I never got

that map examined. I heard footsteps in the corridor, and very gently I let the map roll up and turned away.

When the door opened I was bending over the stove trying to get a light for my pipe.

On our way there he put a kindly hand on my shoulder. I think he thought I was bullied by Stumm and

wanted to tell me that he was my friend, and he had no other language than a pat on the back.

The soldier was in his old position with his elbows on the mantelpiece and his formidable great jaw stuck out.

'Listen to me,' he said. 'Herr Gaudian and I are inclined to make use of you. You may be a charlatan, in which

case you will be in the devil of a mess and have yourself to thank for it. If you are a rogue you will have little

scope for roguery. We will see to that. If you are a fool, you will yourself suffer for it. But if you are a good

man, you will have a fair chance, and if you succeed we will not forget it. Tomorrow I go home and you will

Gaudian spoke in a pleasant voice, as if he wanted to atone for Stumm's imperiousness. 'We are men who

love our Fatherland, Herr Brandt,' he said. 'You are not of that Fatherland, but at least you hate its enemies.

Therefore we are allies, and trust each other like allies. Our victory is ordained by God, and we are none of us

Stumm translated in a sentence, and his voice was quite solemn. He held up his right hand and so did

Then I realized something of the might of Germany. She produced good and bad, cads and gentlemen, but she

I was standing stark naked next morning in that icy bedroom, trying to bathe in about a quart of water, when

Stumm entered. He strode up to me and stared me in the face. I was half a head shorter than him to begin

with, and a man does not feel his stoutest when he has no clothes, so he had the pull on me every way.

I pulled the bedcover round me, for I was shivering with cold, and the German idea of a towel is a

'You lied, because you said you know no German. Apparently your friend knows enough to talk treason and

'I told you I knew a dozen words. But I told you Peter could talk it a bit. I told you that yesterday at the

'I take no responsibility for Peter,' I said. I felt I was a cad in saying it, but that was the bargain we had made

at the start. 'I have known him for years as a great hunter and a brave man. I knew he fought well against the

English. But more I cannot tell you. You have to judge him for yourself. What has he done?'

I was told, for Stumm had got it that morning on the telephone. While telling it he was kind enough to allow

It was just the sort of thing I might have foreseen. Peter, left alone, had become first bored and then reckless.

He had persuaded the lieutenant to take him out to supper at a big Berlin restaurant. There, inspired by the

lights and music novel things for a backveld hunter and no doubt bored stiff by his company, he had

proceeded to get drunk. That had happened in my experience with Peter about once in every three years, and

it always happened for the same reason. Peter, bored and solitary in a town, went on the spree. He had a head

like a rock, but he got to the required condition by wild mixing. He was quite a gentleman in his cups, and

not in the least violent, but he was apt to be very free with his tongue. And that was what occurred at the

He had begun by insulting the Emperor, it seemed. He drank his health, but said he reminded him of a

warthog, and thereby scarified the lieutenant's soul. Then an officer some tremendous swell at an

adjoining table had objected to his talking so loud, and Peter had replied insolently in respectable German.

After that things became mixed. There was some kind of a fight, during which Peter calumniated the German

army and all its female ancestry. How he wasn't shot or run through I can't imagine, except that the lieutenant

loudly proclaimed that he was a crazy Boer. Anyhow the upshot was that Peter was marched off to gaol, and I

'I don't believe a word of it,' I said firmly. I had most of my clothes on now and felt more courageous. 'It is all

'That was always his destiny,' he said, 'ever since I saw him. He was no use to us except as a man with a rifle.

Cannonfodder, nothing else. Do you imagine, you fool, that this great Empire in the thick of a worldwar is

'I wash my hands of him,' I said. 'If what you say of his folly is true I have no part in it. But he was my

'We will keep him under our eye,' he said, with a wicked twist of the mouth. 'I have a notion that there is

more at the back of this than appears. We will investigate the antecedents of Herr Pienaar. And you, too, my

I did the best thing I could have done, for what with anxiety and disgust I lost my temper.

'Look here, Sir,' I cried, 'I've had about enough of this. I came to Germany abominating the English and

burning to strike a blow for you. But you haven't given me much cause to love you. For the last two days I've

had nothing from you but suspicion and insult. The only decent man I've met is Herr Gaudian. It's because I

believe that there are many in Germany like him that I'm prepared to go on with this business and do the best

He looked at me very steadily for a minute. 'That sounds like honesty,' he said at last in a civil voice. 'You

I was safe for the moment but in very low spirits. What on earth would happen to poor old Peter? I could do

nothing even if I wanted, and, besides, my first duty was to my mission. I had made this very clear to him at

Lisbon and he had agreed, but all the same it was a beastly reflection. Here was that ancient worthy left to the

tender mercies of the people he most detested on earth. My only comfort was that they couldn't do very much

with him. If they sent him to the front, which was the worst they could do, he would escape, for I would have

backed him to get through any mortal lines. It wasn't much fun for me either. Only when I was to be deprived

of it did I realize how much his company had meant to me. I was absolutely alone now, and I didn't like it. I

seemed to have about as much chance of joining Blenkiron and Sandy as of flying to the moon.

After breakfast I was told to get ready. When I asked where I was going Stumm advised me to mind my own

business, but I remembered that last night he had talked of taking me home with him and giving me my

Gaudian patted me on the back when we started and wrung my hand. He was a capital good fellow, and it

made me feel sick to think that I was humbugging him. We got into the same big grey car, with Stumm's

servant sitting beside the chauffeur. It was a morning of hard frost, the bare fields were white with rime, and

the firtrees powdered like a weddingcake. We took a different road from the night before, and after a run

of half a dozen miles came to a little town with a big railway station. It was a junction on some main line, and

after five minutes' waiting we found our train. Once again we were alone in the carriage. Stumm must have

I had another three hours of complete boredom. I dared not smoke, and could do nothing but stare out of the

window. We soon got into hilly country, where a good deal of snow was lying. It was the 23rd day of

December, and even in war time one had a sort of feel of Christmas. You could see girls carrying evergreens,

and when we stopped at a station the soldiers on leave had all the air of holiday making. The middle of

Germany was a cheerier place than Berlin or the western parts. I liked the look of the old peasants, and the

women in their neat Sunday best, but I noticed, too, how pinched they were. Here in the country, where no

neutral tourists came, there was not the same stagemanagement as in the capital.

Stumm made an attempt to talk to me on the journey. I could see his aim. Before this he had crossexamined

me, but now he wanted to draw me into ordinary conversation. He had no notion how to do it. He was either

peremptory and provocative, like a drillsergeant, or so obviously diplomatic that any fool would have been

put on his guard. That is the weakness of the German. He has no gift for laying himself alongside different

types of men. He is such a hardshell being that he cannot put out feelers to his kind. He may have plenty of

brains, as Stumm had, but he has the poorest notion of psychology of any of God's creatures. In Germany

only the Jew can get outside himself, and that is why, if you look into the matter, you will find that the Jew is

After midday we stopped at a station for luncheon. We had a very good meal in the restaurant, and when we

were finishing two officers entered. Stumm got up and saluted and went aside to talk to them. Then he came

back and made me follow him to a waitingroom, where he told me to stay till he fetched me. I noticed that he

It was a chilly place with no fire, and I kicked my heels there for twenty minutes. I was living by the hour

now, and did not trouble to worry about this strange behaviour. There was a volume of timetables on a shelf,

and I turned the pages idly till I struck a big railway map. Then it occurred to me to find out where we were

going. I had heard Stumm take my ticket for a place called Schwandorf, and after a lot of searching I found it.

It was away south in Bavaria, and so far as I could make out less than fifty miles from the Danube. That

cheered me enormously. If Stumm lived there he would most likely start me off on my travels by the railway

which I saw running to Vienna and then on to the East. It looked as if I might get to Constantinople after all.

But I feared it would be a useless achievement, for what could I do when I got there? I was being hustled out

The door opened and Stumm entered. He seemed to have got bigger in the interval and to carry his head

'Brandt,' he said, 'you are about to receive the greatest privilege that ever fell to one of your race. His Imperial

Majesty is passing through here, and has halted for a few minutes. He has done me the honour to receive me,

and when he heard my story he expressed a wish to see you. You will follow me to his presence. Do not be

afraid. The AllHighest is merciful and gracious. Answer his questions like a man.'

I followed him with a quickened pulse. Here was a bit of luck I had never dreamed of. At the far side of the

station a train had drawn up, a train consisting of three big coaches, chocolatecoloured and picked out with

gold. On the platform beside it stood a small group of officers, tall men in long greyblue cloaks. They

seemed to be mostly elderly, and one or two of the faces I thought I remembered from photographs in the

As we approached they drew apart, and left us face to face with one man. He was a little below middle

height, and all muffled in a thick coat with a fur collar. He wore a silver helmet with an eagle atop of it, and

kept his left hand resting on his sword. Below the helmet was a face the colour of grey paper, from which

shone curious sombre restless eyes with dark pouches beneath them. There was no fear of my mistaking him.

These were the features which, since Napoleon, have been best known to the world.

I stood as stiff as a ramrod and saluted. I was perfectly cool and most desperately interested. For such a

A spasm of pain seemed to flit over the face before me. Then he addressed me in English.

'You have come from a land which will yet be our ally to offer your sword to our service? I accept the gift

and hail it as a good omen. I would have given your race its freedom, but there were fools and traitors among

you who misjudged me. But that freedom I shall yet give you in spite of yourselves. Are there many like you

'There are thousands, sire,' I said, lying cheerfully. 'I am one of many who think that my race's life lies in your

victory. And I think that that victory must be won not in Europe alone. In South Africa for the moment there

is no chance, so we look to other parts of the continent. You will win in Europe. You have won in the East,

and it now remains to strike the English where they cannot fend the blow. If we take Uganda, Egypt will fall.

By your permission I go there to make trouble for your enemies.' A flicker of a smile passed over the worn

face. It was the face of one who slept little and whose thoughts rode him like a nightmare. 'That is well,' he

said. 'Some Englishman once said that he would call in the New World to redress the balance of the Old. We

Germans will summon the whole earth to suppress the infamies of England. Serve us well, and you will not

be forgotten.' Then he suddenly asked: 'Did you fight in the last South African War?'

'Yes, Sir,' I said. 'I was in the commando of that Smuts who has now been bought by England.'

I did not know, but I hazarded a guess. 'In the field some twenty thousand. But many more by sickness and in

'Twenty thousand,' he repeated huskily. 'A mere handful. Today we lose as many in a skirmish in the Polish

'I did not seek the war ... It was forced on me ... I laboured for peace ... The blood of millions is on the heads

of England and Russia, but England most of all. God will yet avenge it. He that takes the sword will perish by

the sword. Mine was forced from the scabbard in selfdefence, and I am guiltless. Do they know that among

He gave his hand to Stumm and turned away. The last I saw of him was a figure moving like a sleepwalker,

with no spring in his step, amid his tall suite. I felt that I was looking on at a far bigger tragedy than any I had

seen in action. Here was one that had loosed Hell, and the furies of Hell had got hold of him. He was no

common man, for in his presence I felt an attraction which was not merely the mastery of one used to

command. That would not have impressed me, for I had never owned a master. But here was a human being

who, unlike Stumm and his kind, had the power Of laying himself alongside other men. That was the irony of

it. Stumm would not have cared a tinker's curse for all the massacres in history. But this man, the chief of a

nation of Stumms, paid the price in war for the gifts that had made him successful in peace. He had

imagination and nerves, and the one was white hot and the others were quivering. I would not have been in

All afternoon we sped southward, mostly in a country of hills and wooded valleys. Stumm, for him, was very

pleasant. His imperial master must have been gracious to him, and he passed a bit of it on to me. But he was

'Mercy is the prerogative of kings,' he said sententiously, 'but for us lesser folks it is a trimming we can well

'I am not merciful,' he went on, as if I needed telling that. 'If any man stands in my way I trample the life out

of him. That is the German fashion. That is what has made us great. We do not make war with lavender

gloves and fine phrases, but with hard steel and hard brains. We Germans will cure the greensickness of the

world. The nations rise against us. Pouf! They are soft flesh, and flesh cannot resist iron. The shining

'What the hell do your opinions matter? You are a thickheaded boor of the veld ... Not but what,' he added,

'there is metal in you slow Dutchmen once we Germans have had the forging of it!'

The winter evening closed in, and I saw that we had come out of the hills and were in flat country. Sometimes

a big sweep of river showed, and, looking out at one station I saw a funny church with a thing like an onion

on top of its spire. It might almost have been a mosque, judging from the pictures I remembered of mosques.

Presently we stopped, and Stumm led the way out. The train must have been specially halted for him, for it

was a onehorse little place whose name I could not make out. The stationmaster was waiting, bowing and

saluting, and outside was a motorcar with big headlights. Next minute we were sliding through dark woods

where the snow lay far deeper than in the north. There was a mild frost in the air, and the tyres slipped and

We hadn't far to go. We climbed a little hill and on the top of it stopped at the door of a big black castle. It

looked enormous in the winter night, with not a light showing anywhere on its front. The door was opened by

an old fellow who took a long time about it and got well cursed for his slowness. Inside the place was very

noble and ancient. Stumm switched on the electric light, and there was a great hall with black tarnished

portraits of men an women in oldfashioned clothes, and mighty horns of deer on the walls.

There seemed to be no superfluity of servants. The old fellow said that food was ready, and without more ado

we went into the diningroom another vast chamber with rough stone walls above the panelling and

found some cold meats on the table beside a big fire. The servant presently brought in a ham omelette, and on

that and the cold stuff we dined. I remember there was nothing to drink but water. It puzzled me how Stumm

kept his great body going on the very moderate amount of food he ate. He was the type you expect to swill

When we had finished, he rang for the old man and told him that we should be in the study for the rest of the

evening. 'You can lock up and go to bed when you like,' he said, 'but see you have coffee ready at seven sharp

Ever since I entered that house I had the uncomfortable feeling of being in a prison. Here was I alone in this

great place with a fellow who could, and would, wring my neck if he wanted. Berlin and all the rest of it had

seemed comparatively open country; I had felt that I could move freely and at the worst make a bolt for it.

But here I was trapped, and I had to tell myself every minute that I was there as a friend and colleague. The

fact is, I was afraid of Stumm, and I don't mind admitting it. He was a new thing in my experience and I

didn't like it. If only he had drunk and guzzled a bit I should have been happier.

We went up a staircase to a room at the end of a long corridor. Stumm locked the door behind him and laid

the key on the table. That room took my breath away, it was so unexpected. In place of the grim bareness of

downstairs here was a place all luxury and colour and light. It was very large, but low in the ceiling, and the

walls were full of little recesses with statues in them. A thick grey carpet of velvet pile covered the floor, and

the chairs were low and soft and upholstered like a lady's boudoir. A pleasant fire burned on the hearth and

there was a flavour of scent in the air, something like incense or burnt sandalwood. A French clock on the

mantelpiece told me that it was ten minutes past eight. Everywhere on little tables and in cabinets was a

profusion of knickknacks, and there was some beautiful embroidery framed on screens. At first sight you

But it wasn't. I soon saw the difference. There had never been a woman's hand in that place. It was the room

of a man who had a passion for frippery, who had a perverted taste for soft delicate things. It was the

complement to his bluff brutality. I began to see the queer other side to my host, that evil side which gossip

had spoken of as not unknown in the German army. The room seemed a horribly unwholesome place, and I

The hearthrug was a wonderful old Persian thing, all faint greens and pinks. As he stood on it he looked

uncommonly like a bull in a chinashop. He seemed to bask in the comfort of it, and sniffed like a satisfied

animal. Then he sat down at an escritoire, unlocked a drawer and took out some papers.

'We will now settle your business, friend Brandt,' he said. 'You will go to Egypt and there take your orders

from one whose name and address are in this envelope. This card,' and he lifted a square piece of grey

pasteboard with a big stamp at the corner and some code words stencilled on it, 'will be your passport. You

will Show it to the man you seek. Keep it jealously, and never use it save under orders or in the last necessity.

'That remains to be seen. Probably you will go up the Blue Nile. Riza, the man you will meet, will direct you.

Egypt is a nest of our agents who work peacefully under the nose of the English Secret Service.'

'You will travel by Holland and London. Here is your route,' and he took a paper from his pocket. 'Your

This was a pretty kettle of fish. I was to be packed off to Cairo by sea, which would take weeks, and God

knows how I would get from Egypt to Constantinople. I saw all my plans falling to pieces about my ears, and

'You have no cause to be afraid,' he said. 'We have passed the word to the English police to look out for a

suspicious South African named Brandt, one of Maritz's rebels. It is not difficult to have that kind of a hint

conveyed to the proper quarter. But the description will not be yours. Your name will be Van der Linden, a

respectable Java merchant going home to his plantations after a visit to his native shores. You had better get

your _dossier by heart, but I guarantee you will be asked no questions. We manage these things well in

I kept my eyes on the fire, while I did some savage thinking. I knew they would not let me out of their sight

till they saw me in Holland, and, once there, there would be no possibility of getting back. When I left this

house I would have no chance of giving them the slip. And yet I was well on my way to the East, the Danube

could not be fifty miles off, and that way ran the road to Constantinople. It was a fairly desperate position. If I

tried to get away Stumm would prevent me, and the odds were that I would go to join Peter in some infernal

Those moments were some of the worst I ever spent. I was absolutely and utterly baffled, like a rat in a trap.

There seemed nothing for it but to go back to London and tell Sir Walter the game was up. And that was

'Does your heart fail you, my little Dutchman? You funk the English? I will tell you one thing for your

comfort. There is nothing in the world to be feared except me. Fail, and you have cause to shiver. Play me

His ugly sneering face was close above mine. Then he put out his hands and gripped my shoulders as he had

I forget if I mentioned that part of the damage I got at Loos was a shrapnel bullet low down at the back of my

neck. The wound had healed well enough, but I had pains there on a cold day. His fingers found the place and

There is a very narrow line between despair and black rage. I had about given up the game, but the sudden

ache of my shoulders gave me purpose again. He must have seen the rage in my eyes, for his own became

'The weasel would like to bite,' he cried. 'But the poor weasel has found its master. Stand still, vermin. Smile,

I shut my teeth and said never a word. I was choking in my throat and could not have uttered a syllable if I

For a second he did not realize what had happened, for I don't suppose anyone had dared to lift a hand to him

since he was a child. He blinked at me mildly. Then his face grew as red as fire.

'God in heaven,' he said quietly. 'I am going to kill you,' and he flung himself on me like a mountain.

I was expecting him and dodged the attack. I was quite calm now, but pretty helpless. The man had a gorilla's

reach and could give me at least a couple of stone. He wasn't soft either, but looked as hard as granite. I was

only just from hospital and absurdly out of training. He would certainly kill me if he could, and I saw nothing

My only chance was to keep him from getting to grips, for he could have squeezed in my ribs in two seconds.

I fancied I was lighter on my legs than him, and I had a good eye. Black Monty at Kimberley had taught me

to fight a bit, but there is no art on earth which can prevent a big man in a narrow space from sooner or later

Backwards and forwards we padded on the soft carpet. He had no notion of guarding himself, and I got in a

Then I saw a queer thing. Every time I hit him he blinked and seemed to pause. I guessed the reason for that.

He had gone through life keeping the crown of the causeway, and nobody had ever stood up to him. He

wasn't a coward by a long chalk, but he was a bully, and had never been struck in his life. He was getting

struck now in real earnest, and he didn't like it. He had lost his bearings and was growing as mad as a hatter.

I kept half an eye on the clock. I was hopeful now, and was looking for the right kind of chance. The risk was

Then I learned a truth I have never forgotten. If you are fighting a man who means to kill you, he will be apt

to down you unless you mean to kill him too. Stumm did not know any rules to this game, and I forgot to

allow for that. Suddenly, when I was watching his eyes, he launched a mighty kick at my stomach. If he had

got me, this yarn would have had an abrupt ending. But by the mercy of God I was moving sideways when he

It was the place where most of the shrapnel had lodged, and for a second I was sick with pain and stumbled.

Then I was on my feet again but with a new feeling in my blood. I had to smash Stumm or never sleep in my

I got a wonderful power from this new cold rage of mine. I felt I couldn't tire, and I danced round and dotted

his face till it was streaming with blood. His bulky padded chest was no good to me, so I couldn't try for the

He began to snort now and his breath came heavily. 'You infernal cad,' I said in good round English, 'I'm

Then at last he gave me my chance. He half tripped over a little table and his face stuck forward. I got him on

the point of the chin, and put every ounce of weight I possessed behind the blow. He crumpled up in a heap

and rolled over, upsetting a lamp and knocking a big china jar in two. His head, I remember, lay under the

I picked up the key and unlocked the door. In one of the gilded mirrors I smoothed my hair and tidied up my

clothes. My anger had completely gone and I had no particular illwill left against Stumm. He was a man of

remarkable qualities, which would have brought him to the highest distinction in the Stone Age. But for all

I stepped out of the room, locked the door behind me, and started out on the second stage of my travels.

Everything depended on whether the servant was in the hall. I had put Stumm to sleep for a bit, but I couldn't

flatter myself he would long be quiet, and when he came to he would kick the locked door to matchwood. I

must get out of the house without a minute's delay, and if the door was shut and the old man gone to bed I

'Your master wants me to send off an important telegram. Where is the nearest office? There's one in the

village, isn't there?' I spoke in my best German, the first time I had used the tongue since I crossed the

'The village is five minutes off at the foot of the avenue,' he said. 'Will you be long, sir?'

I put on my ulster and walked out into a clear starry night. My bag I left lying on a settle in the hall. There

was nothing in it to compromise me, but I wished I could have got a toothbrush and some tobacco out of it.

So began one of the craziest escapades you can well imagine. I couldn't stop to think of the future yet, but

must take one step at a time. I ran down the avenue, my feet cracking on the hard snow, planning hard my

I found the village half a dozen houses with one biggish place that looked like an inn. The moon was rising,

and as I approached I saw that there was some kind of a store. A funny little twoseated car was purring

I marched in and told my story to a stout woman with spectacles on her nose who was talking to a young

'It is too late,' she shook her head. 'The Herr Burgrave knows that well. There is no connection from here after

'How far is that?' I asked, looking for some excuse to get decently out of the shop.

'Seven miles,' she said, 'but here is Franz and the postwagon. Franz, you will be glad to give the gentleman a

The sheepishlooking youth muttered something which I took to be assent, and finished off a glass of beer.

I thanked the woman, and went out to the car, for I was in a fever to take advantage of this unexpected bit of

luck. I could hear the postmistress enjoining Franz not to keep the gentleman waiting, and presently he

came out and flopped into the driver's seat. We started in a series of voluptuous curves, till his eyes got

At first we made good going along the straight, broad highway lined with woods on one side and on the other

snowy fields melting into haze. Then he began to talk, and, as he talked, he slowed down. This by no means

suited my book, and I seriously wondered whether I should pitch him out and take charge of the thing. He

was obviously a weakling, left behind in the conscription, and I could have done it with one hand. But by a

'That is a fine hat of yours, mein Herr,' he said. He took off his own blue peaked cap, the uniform, I suppose,

of the driver of the postwagon, and laid it on his knee. The night air ruffled a shock of towcoloured hair.

'That is a noble overcoat, mein Herr,' he went on. 'It goes well with the hat. It is the kind of garment I have

always desired to own. In two days it will be the holy Christmas, when gifts are given. Would that the good

He stopped the car with a jerk, and pulled off his blue coat. The exchange was soon effected. He was about

my height, and my ulster fitted not so badly. I put on his overcoat, which had a big collar that buttoned round

The idiot preened himself like a girl. Drink and vanity had primed him for any folly. He drove so carelessly

for a bit that he nearly put us into a ditch. We passed several cottages and at the last he slowed down.

'A friend of mine lives here,' he announced. 'Gertrud would like to see me in the fine clothes which the most

amiable Herr has given me. Wait for me, I will not be long.' And he scrambled out of the car and lurched into

I took his place and moved very slowly forward. I heard the door open and the sound of laughing and loud

voices. Then it shut, and looking back I saw that my idiot had been absorbed into the dwelling of his Gertrud.

Five minutes later the infernal thing began to give trouble a nut loose in the antiquated steeringgear. I

unhooked a lamp, examined it, and put the mischief right, but I was a quarter of an hour doing it. The

highway ran now in a thick forest and I noticed branches going off now and then to the right. I was just

thinking of turning up one of them, for I had no anxiety to visit Schwandorf, when I heard behind me the

I drew in to the right side thank goodness I remembered the rule of the road and proceeded decorously,

wondering what was going to happen. I could hear the brakes being clamped on and the car slowing down.

Suddenly a big grey bonnet slipped past me and as I turned my head I heard a familiar voice.

It was Stumm, looking like something that has been run over. He had his jaw in a sling, so that I wondered if

I had broken it, and his eyes were beautifully bunged up. It was that that saved me, that and his raging

temper. The collar of the postman's coat was round my chin, hiding my beard, and I had his cap pulled well

down on my brow. I remembered what Blenkiron had said that the only way to deal with the Germans was

'Where is the man you brought from Andersbach?' he roared, as well as his jaw would allow him.

I pretended to be mortally scared, and spoke in the best imitation I could manage of the postman's high

'He got out a mile back, Herr Burgrave,'I quavered. 'He was a rude fellow who wanted to go to Schwandorf,

'In the wood this side of Gertrud's cottage ... on the left hand. I left him running among the trees.' I put all the

'He means the Henrichs' cottage, Herr Colonel,' said the chauffeur. 'This man is courting the daughter.'

Stumm gave an order and the great car backed, and, as I looked round, I saw it turning. Then as it gathered

speed it shot forward, and presently was lost in the shadows. I had got over the first hurdle.

But there was no time to be lost. Stumm would meet the postman and would be tearing after me any minute. I

took the first turning, and bucketed along a narrow woodland road. The hard ground would show very few

tracks, I thought, and I hoped the pursuit would think I had gone on to Schwandorf. But it wouldn't do to risk

it, and I was determined very soon to get the car off the road, leave it, and take to the forest. I took out my

I was very nearly caught. Presently I came on a bit of rough heath, with a slope away from the road and here

and there a patch of black which I took to be a sandpit. Opposite one of these I slewed the car to the edge, got

out, started it again and saw it pitch headforemost into the darkness. There was a splash of water and then

silence. Craning over I could see nothing but murk, and the marks at the lip where the wheels had passed.

Then I ran across the road to the forest. I was only just in time, for the echoes of the splash had hardly died

away when I heard the sound of another car. I lay flat in a hollow below a tangle of snowladen brambles and

looked between the pinetrees at the moonlit road. It was Stumm's car again and to my consternation it

I saw an electric torch flashed, and Stumm himself got out and examined the tracks on the highway. Thank

God, they would be still there for him to find, but had he tried half a dozen yards on he would have seen them

turn towards the sandpit. If that had happened he would have beaten the adjacent woods and most certainly

found me. There was a third man in the car, with my hat and coat on him. That poor devil of a postman had

They took a long time before they started again, and I was jolly well relieved when they went scouring down

the road. I ran deeper into the woods till I found a track which as I judged from the sky which I saw in a

clearing took me nearly due west. That wasn't the direction I wanted, so I bore off at right angles, and

presently struck another road which I crossed in a hurry. After that I got entangled in some confounded kind

of enclosure and had to climb paling after paling of rough stakes plaited with osiers. Then came a rise in the

ground and I was on a low hill of pines which seemed to last for miles. All the time I was going at a good

pace, and before I stopped to rest I calculated I had put six miles between me and the sandpit.

My mind was getting a little more active now; for the first part of the journey I had simply staggered from

impulse to impulse. These impulses had been uncommon lucky, but I couldn't go on like that for ever. __Ek

sal 'n plan _maak, says the old Boer when he gets into trouble, and it was up to me now to make a plan.

As soon as I began to think I saw the desperate business I was in for. Here was I, with nothing except what I

stood up in including a coat and cap that weren't mine alone in midwinter in the heart of South

Germany. There was a man behind me looking for my blood, and soon there would be a hueandcry for me

up and down the land. I had heard that the German police were pretty efficient, and I couldn't see that I stood

the slimmest chance. If they caught me they would shoot me beyond doubt. I asked myself on what charge,

and answered, 'For knocking about a German officer.' They couldn't have me up for espionage, for as far as I

knew they had no evidence. I was simply a Dutchman that had got riled and had run amok. But if they cut

down a cobbler for laughing at a second lieutenant which is what happened at Zabern I calculated that

To make things worse my job was not to escape though that would have been hard enough but to get to

Constantinople, more than a thousand miles off, and I reckoned I couldn't get there as a tramp. I had to be

sent there, and now I had flung away my chance. If I had been a Catholic I would have said a prayer to St

My mother used to say that when you felt down on your luck it was a good cure to count your mercies. So I

set about counting mine. The first was that I was well started on my journey, for I couldn't be above two

score miles from the Danube. The second was that I had Stumm's pass. I didn't see how I could use it, but

there it was. Lastly I had plenty of money fiftythree English sovereigns and the equivalent of three pounds

in German paper which I had changed at the hotel. Also I had squared accounts with old Stumm. That was

I thought I'd better get some sleep, so I found a dryish hole below an oak root and squeezed myself into it.

The snow lay deep in these woods and I was sopping wet up to the knees. All the same I managed to sleep for

some hours, and got up and shook myself just as the winter's dawn was breaking through the tree tops.

Almost at once I struck a road, a big highway running north and south. I trotted along in the bitter morning to

get my circulation started, and presently I began to feel a little better. In a little I saw a church spire, which

meant a village. Stumm wouldn't be likely to have got on my tracks yet, I calculated, but there was always the

chance that he had warned all the villages round by telephone and that they might be on the lookout for me.

it was the day before Christmas, I remembered, and people would be holidaying. The village was quite a big

place, but at this hour just after eight o'clock there was nobody in the street except a wandering dog. I

chose the most unassuming shop I could find, where a little boy was taking down the shutters one of those

general stores where they sell everything. The boy fetched a very old woman, who hobbled in from the back,

'Gruss Gott,' she said in a friendly voice, and I took off my cap. I saw from my reflection in a saucepan that I

I told her the story of how I was walking from Schwandorf to see my mother at an imaginary place called

judenfeld, banking on the ignorance of villagers about any place five miles from their homes. I said my

luggage had gone astray, and I hadn't time to wait for it, since my leave was short. The old lady was

sympathetic and unsuspecting. She sold me a pound of chocolate, a box of biscuits, the better part of a ham,

two tins of sardines and a rucksack to carry them. I also bought some soap, a comb and a cheap razor, and a

small Tourists' Guide, published by a Leipzig firm. As I was leaving I saw what seemed like garments

hanging up in the back shop, and turned to have a look at them. They were the kind of thing that Germans

wear on their summer walking tours long shooting capes made of a green stuff they call loden. I bought

one, and a green felt hat and an alpenstock to keep it company. Then wishing the old woman and her

belongings a merry Christmas, I departed and took the shortest cut out of the village. There were one or two

I went into the woods again and walked for two miles till I halted for breakfast. I was not feeling quite so fit

now, and I did not make much of my provisions, beyond eating a biscuit and some chocolate. I felt very

thirsty and longed for hot tea. In an icy pool I washed and with infinite agony shaved my beard. That razor

was the worst of its species, and my eyes were running all the time with the pain of the operation. Then I took

off the postman's coat and cap, and buried them below some bushes. I was now a cleanshaven German

pedestrian with a green cape and hat, and an absurd walkingstick with an ironshod end the sort of person

who roams in thousands over the Fatherland in summer, but is a rarish bird in midwinter.

The Tourists' Guide was a fortunate purchase, for it contained a big map of Bavaria which gave me my

bearings. I was certainly not forty miles from the Danube more like thirty. The road through the village I

had left would have taken me to it. I had only to walk due south and I would reach it before night. So far as I

could make out there were long tongues of forest running down to the river, and I resolved to keep to the

woodlands. At the worst I would meet a forester or two, and I had a good enough story for them. On the

When I started out again I felt very stiff and the cold seemed to be growing intense. This puzzled me, for I

had not minded it much up to now, and, being warmblooded by nature, it never used to worry me. A sharp

winter night on the highveld was a long sight chillier than anything I had struck so far in Europe. But now

The day had started bright and clear, but a wrack of grey clouds soon covered the sky, and a wind from the

east began to whistle. As I stumbled along through the snowy undergrowth I kept longing for bright warm

places. I thought of those long days on the veld when the earth was like a great yellow bowl, with white roads

running to the horizon and a tiny white farm basking in the heart of it, with its blue dam and patches of bright

green lucerne. I thought of those baking days on the east coast, when the sea was like motherofpearl and

the sky one burning turquoise. But most of all I thought of warm scented noons on trek, when one dozed in

the shadow of the wagon and sniffed the woodsmoke from the fire where the boys were cooking dinner.

From these pleasant pictures I returned to the beastly present the thick snowy woods, the lowering sky, wet

clothes, a hunted present, and a dismal future. I felt miserably depressed, and I couldn't think of any mercies

About midday I awoke with a start to the belief that I was being pursued. I cannot explain how or why the

feeling came, except that it is a kind of instinct that men get who have lived much in wild countries. My

senses, which had been numbed, suddenly grew keen, and my brain began to work double quick.

I asked myself what I would do if I were Stumm, with hatred in my heart, a broken jaw to avenge, and pretty

well limitless powers. He must have found the car in the sandpit and seen my tracks in the wood opposite. I

didn't know how good he and his men might be at following a spoor, but I knew that any ordinary Kaffir

could have nosed it out easily. But he didn't need to do that. This was a civilized country full of roads and

railways. I must some time and somewhere come out of the woods. He could have all the roads watched, and

the telephone would set everyone on my track within a radius of fifty miles. Besides, he would soon pick up

my trail in the village I had visited that morning. From the map I learned that it was called Greif, and it was

Presently I came to a rocky knoll which rose out of the forest. Keeping well in shelter I climbed to the top and

cautiously looked around me. Away to the east I saw the vale of a river with broad fields and churchspires.

West and south the forest rolled unbroken in a wilderness of snowy treetops. There was no sign of life

anywhere, not even a bird, but I knew very well that behind me in the woods were men moving swiftly on my

There was nothing for it but to go on till I dropped or was taken. I shaped my course south with a shade of

west in it, for the map showed me that in that direction I would soonest strike the Danube. What I was going

to do when I got there I didn't trouble to think. I had fixed the river as my immediate goal and the future must

I was now certain that I had fever on me. It was still in my bones, as a legacy from Africa, and had come out

once or twice when I was with the battalion in Hampshire. The bouts had been short for I had known of their

coming and dosed myself. But now I had no quinine, and it looked as if I were in for a heavy go. It made me

For suddenly I came on a road and was going to cross it blindly, when a man rode slowly past on a bicycle.

Luckily I was in the shade of a clump of hollies and he was not looking my way, though he was not three

yards off. I crawled forward to reconnoitre. I saw about half a mile of road running straight through the forest

and every two hundred yards was a bicyclist. They wore uniform and appeared to be acting as sentries.

This could only have one meaning. Stumm had picketed all the roads and cut me off in an angle of the woods.

There was no chance of getting across unobserved. As I lay there with my heart sinking, I had the horrible

feeling that the pursuit might be following me from behind, and that at any moment I would be enclosed

For more than an hour I stayed there with my chin in the snow. I didn't see any way out, and I was feeling so

The wind rose, and a great gust of snow blew from the east. In five minutes it was so thick that I couldn't see

across the road. At first I thought it a new addition to my troubles, and then very slowly I saw the

I almost blundered into one of the bicyclists. He cried out and fell off his machine, but I didn't wait to

investigate. A sudden access of strength came to me and I darted into the woods on the farther side. I knew I

would be soon swallowed from sight in the drift, and I knew that the falling snow would hide my tracks. So I

I must have run miles before the hot fit passed, and I stopped from sheer bodily weakness. There was no

sound except the crush of falling snow, the wind seemed to have gone, and the place was very solemn and

quiet. But Heavens! how the snow fell! It was partly screened by the branches, but all the same it was piling

itself up deep everywhere. My legs seemed made of lead, my head burned, and there were fiery pains over all

my body. I stumbled on blindly, without a notion of any direction, determined only to keep going to the last.

When I was a boy I was fond of fairy tales, and most of the stories I remembered had been about great

German forests and snow and charcoal burners and woodmen's huts. Once I had longed to see these things,

and now I was fairly in the thick of them. There had been wolves, too, and I wondered idly if I should fall in

with a pack. I felt myself getting lightheaded. I fell repeatedly and laughed sillily every time. Once I

dropped into a hole and lay for some time at the bottom giggling. If anyone had found me then he would have

The twilight of the forest grew dimmer, but I scarcely noticed it. Evening was falling, and soon it would be

night, a night without morning for me. My body was going on without the direction of my brain, for my mind

was filled with craziness. I was like a drunk man who keeps running, for he knows that if he stops he will fall,

and I had a sort of bet with myself not to lie down not at any rate just yet. If I lay down I should feel the

pain in my head worse. Once I had ridden for five days down country with fever on me and the flat bush trees

had seemed to melt into one big mirage and dance quadrilles before my eyes. But then I had more or less kept

Then the trees seemed to stop and I was walking on flat ground. it was a clearing, and before me twinkled a

little light. The change restored me to consciousness, and suddenly I felt with horrid intensity the fire in my

head and bones and the weakness of my limbs. I longed to sleep, and I had a notion that a place to sleep was

before me. I moved towards the light and presently saw through a screen of snow the outline of a cottage.

I had no fear, only an intolerable longing to lie down. Very slowly I made my way to the door and knocked.

There were voices within, and a corner of the curtain was lifted from the window. Then the door opened and

She saw my condition. 'Come in, Sir,' she said. 'You are sick and it is no weather for a sick man.'

I stumbled after her and stood dripping in the centre of the little kitchen, while three wondering children

stared at me. It was a poor place, scantily furnished, but a good logfire burned on the hearth. The shock of

warmth gave me one of those minutes of selfpossession which comes sometimes in the middle of a fever.

'I am sick, mother, and I have walked far in the storm and lost my way. I am from Africa, where the climate

is hot, and your cold brings me fever. It will pass in a day or two if you can give me a bed.'

I took off my dripping cloak, and crouched close to the hearth. She gave me coffee poor washy stuff, but

blessedly hot. Poverty was spelled large in everything I saw. I felt the tides of fever beginning to overflow my

brain again, and I made a great attempt to set my affairs straight before I was overtaken. With difficulty I

'That is my warrant,' I said. 'I am a member of the Imperial Secret Service and for the sake of my work I must

move in the dark. If you will permit it, mother, I will sleep till I am better, but no one must know that I am

'Yes, yes,' she said, 'you will have the bed in the garret and be left in peace till you are well. We have no

neighbours near, and the storm will shut the roads. I will be silent, I and the little ones.'

'There is food in my rucksack biscuits and ham and chocolate. Pray take it for your use. And here is some

money to buy Christmas fare for the little ones.' And I gave her some of the German notes.

After that my recollection becomes dim. She helped me up a ladder to the garret, undressed me, and gave me

a thick coarse nightgown. I seem to remember that she kissed my hand, and that she was crying. 'The good

Lord has sent you,' she said. 'Now the little ones will have their prayers answered and the Christkind will not

I lay for four days like a log in that garret bed. The storm died down, the thaw set in, and the snow melted.

The children played about the doors and told stories at night round the fire. Stumm's myrmidons no doubt

beset every road and troubled the lives of innocent wayfarers. But no one came near the cottage, and the fever

It was a bad bout, but on the fifth day it left me, and I lay, as weak as a kitten, staring at the rafters and the

little skylight. It was a leaky, draughty old place, but the woman of the cottage had heaped deerskins and

blankets on my bed and kept me warm. She came in now and then, and once she brought me a brew of some

bitter herbs which greatly refreshed me. A little thin porridge was all the food I could eat, and some chocolate

I lay and dozed through the day, hearing the faint chatter of children below, and getting stronger hourly.

Malaria passes as quickly as it comes and leaves a man little the worse, though this was one of the sharpest

turns I ever had. As I lay I thought, and my thoughts followed curious lines. One queer thing was that Stumm

and his doings seemed to have been shot back into a lumberroom of my brain and the door locked. He didn't

seem to be a creature of the living present, but a distant memory on which I could look calmly. I thought a

good deal about my battalion and the comedy of my present position. You see I was getting better, for I

But chiefly I thought of my mission. All that wild day in the snow it had seemed the merest farce. The three

words Harry Bullivant had scribbled had danced through my head in a crazy fandango. They were present to

I remember that I took each one separately and chewed on it for hours. _Kasredin there was nothing to be

got out of that. _Cancer there were too many meanings, all blind. _V. _I that was the worst gibberish of

Before this I had always taken the I as the letter of the alphabet. I had thought the v. must stand for von, and I

had considered the German names beginning with I Ingolstadt, Ingeburg, Ingenohl, and all the rest of them.

Now I suddenly found myself taking the I as the numeral One. Idly, not thinking what I was doing, I put it

Then I nearly fell out of the bed. Von Einem the name I had heard at Gaudian's house, the name Stumm had

spoken behind his hand, the name to which Hilda was probably the prefix. It was a tremendous discovery

the first real bit of light I had found. Harry Bullivant knew that some man or woman called von Einem was at

the heart of the mystery. Stumm had spoken of the same personage with respect and in connection with the

work I proposed to do in raising the Moslem Africans. If I found von Einem I would be getting very warm.

What was the word that Stumm had whispered to Gaudian and scared that worthy? It had sounded like

I think that discovery completed my cure. At any rate on the evening of the fifth day it was Wednesday, the

29th of December I was well enough to get up. When the dark had fallen and it was too late to fear a

visitor, I came downstairs and, wrapped in my green cape, took a seat by the fire.

As we sat there in the firelight, with the three whiteheaded children staring at me with saucer eyes, and

smiling when I looked their way, the woman talked. Her man had gone to the wars on the Eastern front, and

the last she had heard from him he was in a Polish bog and longing for his dry native woodlands. The

struggle meant little to her. It was an act of God, a thunderbolt out of the sky, which had taken a husband

from her, and might soon make her a widow and her children fatherless. She knew nothing of its causes and

purposes, and thought of the Russians as a gigantic nation of savages, heathens who had never been

converted, and who would eat up German homes if the good Lord and the brave German soldiers did not stop

them. I tried hard to find out if she had any notion of affairs in the West, but she hadn't, beyond the fact that

there was trouble with the French. I doubt if she knew of England's share in it. She was a decent soul, with no

That night I realized the crazy folly of war. When I saw the splintered shell of Ypres and heard hideous tales

of German doings, I used to want to see the whole land of the Boche given up to fire and sword. I thought we

could never end the war properly without giving the Huns some of their own medicine. But that woodcutter's

cottage cured me of such nightmares. I was for punishing the guilty but letting the innocent go free. It was

our business to thank God and keep our hands clean from the ugly blunders to which Germany's madness had

driven her. What good would it do Christian folk to burn poor little huts like this and leave children's bodies

by the wayside? To be able to laugh and to be merciful are the only things that make man better than the

The place, as I have said, was desperately poor. The woman's face had the skin stretched tight over the bones

and that transparency which means underfeeding; I fancied she did not have the liberal allowance that

soldiers' wives get in England. The children looked better nourished, but it was by their mother's sacrifice. I

did my best to cheer them up. I told them long yarns about Africa and lions and tigers, and I got some pieces

of wood and whittled them into toys. I am fairly good with a knife, and I carved very presentable likenesses

of a monkey, a springbok, and a rhinoceros. The children went to bed hugging the first toys, I expect, they

It was clear to me that I must leave as soon as possible. I had to get on with my business, and besides, it was

not fair to the woman. Any moment I might be found here, and she would get into trouble for harbouring me.

I asked her if she knew where the Danube was, and her answer surprised me. 'You will reach it in an hour's

Next morning after breakfast I took my departure. It was drizzling weather, and I was feeling very lean.

Before going I presented my hostess and the children with two sovereigns apiece. 'It is English gold,' I said,

'for I have to travel among our enemies and use our enemies' money. But the gold is good, and if you go to

any town they will change it for you. But I advise you to put it in your stockingfoot and use it only if all else

fails. You must keep your home going, for some day there will be peace and your man will come back from

I kissed the children, shook the woman's hand, and went off down the clearing. They had cried 'Auf

The snow had all gone, except in patches in the deep hollows. The ground was like a full sponge, and a cold

rain drifted in my eyes. After half an hour's steady trudge the trees thinned, and presently I came out on a

knuckle of open ground cloaked in dwarf junipers. And there before me lay the plain, and a mile off a broad

I sat down and looked dismally at the prospect. The exhilaration of my discovery the day before had gone. I

had stumbled on a worthless piece of knowledge, for I could not use it. Hilda von Einem, if such a person

existed and possessed the great secret, was probably living in some big house in Berlin, and I was about as

likely to get anything out of her as to be asked to dine with the Kaiser. Blenkiron might do something, but

where on earth was Blenkiron? I dared say Sir Walter would value the information, but I could not get to Sir

Walter. I was to go on to Constantinople, running away from the people who really pulled the ropes. But if I

stayed I could do nothing, and I could not stay. I must go on and I didn't see how I could go on. Every course

seemed shut to me, and I was in as pretty a tangle as any man ever stumbled into.

For I was morally certain that Stumm would not let the thing drop. I knew too much, and besides I had

outraged his pride. He would beat the countryside till he got me, and he undoubtedly would get me if I waited

much longer. But how was I to get over the border? My passport would be no good, for the number of that

pass would long ere this have been wired to every policestation in Germany, and to produce it would be to

ask for trouble. Without it I could not cross the borders by any railway. My studies of the Tourists' Guide had

suggested that once I was in Austria I might find things slacker and move about easier. I thought of having a

try at the Tyrol and I also thought of Bohemia. But these places were a long way off, and there were several

This was Thursday, the 30th of December, the second last day of the year. I was due in Constantinople on the

17th of January. Constantinople! I had thought myself a long way from it in Berlin, but now it seemed as

But that big sullen river in front of me led to it. And as I looked my attention was caught by a curious sight.

On the far eastern horizon, where the water slipped round a corner of hill, there was a long trail of smoke.

The streamers thinned out, and seemed to come from some boat well round the corner, but I could see at least

two boats in view. Therefore there must be a long train of barges, with a tug in tow.

I looked to the west and saw another such procession coming into sight. First went a big river steamer it

can't have been much less than 1,000 tons and after came a string of barges. I counted no less than six

besides the tug. They were heavily loaded and their draught must have been considerable, but there was

A moment's reflection told me what I was looking at. Once Sandy, in one of the discussions you have in

hospital, had told us just how the Germans munitioned their Balkan campaign. They were pretty certain of

dishing Serbia at the first go, and it was up to them to get through guns and shells to the old Turk, who was

running pretty short in his first supply. Sandy said that they wanted the railway, but they wanted still more

the river, and they could make certain of that in a week. He told us how endless strings of barges, loaded up

at the big factories of Westphalia, were moving through the canals from the Rhine or the Elbe to the Danube.

Once the first reached Turkey, there would be regular delivery, you see as quick as the Turks could handle

the stuff. And they didn't return empty, Sandy said, but came back full of Turkish cotton and Bulgarian beef

and Rumanian corn. I don't know where Sandy got the knowledge, but there was the proof of it before my

It was a wonderful sight, and I could have gnashed my teeth to see those loads of munitions going snugly off

to the enemy. I calculated they would give our poor chaps hell in Gallipoli. And then, as I looked, an idea

There was only one way for me to get out of Germany, and that was to leave in such good company that I

would be asked no questions. That was plain enough. If I travelled to Turkey, for instance, in the Kaiser's

suite, I would be as safe as the mail; but if I went on my own I was done. I had, so to speak, to get my

passport inside Germany, to join some caravan which had free marching powers. And there was the kind of

It sounded lunacy, for I guessed that munitions of war would be as jealously guarded as old Hindenburg's

health. All the safer, I replied to myself, once I get there. If you are looking for a deserter you don't seek him

at the favourite regimental publichouse. If you're after a thief, among the places you'd be apt to leave

It was sound reasoning, but how was I to get on board? Probably the beastly things did not stop once in a

hundred miles, and Stumm would get me long before I struck a haltingplace. And even if I did get a chance

One step was clearly indicated to get down to the river bank at once. So I set off at a sharp walk across

squelchy fields, till I struck a road where the ditches had overflowed so as almost to meet in the middle. The

place was so bad that I hoped travellers might be few. And as I trudged, my thoughts were busy with my

prospects as a stowaway. If I bought food, I might get a chance to lie snug on one of the barges. They would

Suddenly I noticed that the steamer, which was now abreast me, began to move towards the shore, and as I

came over a low rise, I saw on my left a straggling village with a church, and a small landingstage. The

houses stood about a quarter of a mile from the stream, and between them was a straight, poplarfringed

Soon there could be no doubt about it. The procession was coming to a standstill. The big tug nosed her way

in and lay up alongside the pier, where in that season of flood there was enough depth of water. She signalled

to the barges and they also started to drop anchors, which showed that there must be at least two men aboard

each. Some of them dragged a bit and it was rather a cockeyed train that lay in midstream. The tug got out a

gangway, and from where I lay I saw half a dozen men leave it, carrying something on their shoulders.

It could be only one thing a dead body. Someone of the crew must have died, and this halt was to bury him.

I watched the procession move towards the village and I reckoned they would take some time there, though

they might have wired ahead for a grave to be dug. Anyhow, they would be long enough to give me a chance.

For I had decided upon the brazen course. Blenkiron had said you couldn't cheat the Boche, but you could

bluff him. I was going to put up the most monstrous bluff. If the whole countryside was hunting for Richard

Hannay, Richard Hannay would walk through as a pal of the hunters. For I remembered the pass Stumm had

given me. If that was worth a tinker's curse it should be good enough to impress a ship's captain.

Of course there were a thousand risks. They might have heard of me in the village and told the ship's party

the story. For that reason I resolved not to go there but to meet the sailors when they were returning to the

boat. Or the captain might have been warned and got the number of my pass, in which case Stumm would

have his hands on me pretty soon. Or the captain might be an ignorant fellow who had never seen a Secret

Service pass and did not know what it meant, and would refuse me transport by the letter of his instructions.

I had shaved and made myself a fairly respectable figure before I left the cottage. It was my cue to wait for

the men when they left the church, wait on that quartermile of straight highway. I judged the captain must

be in the party. The village, I was glad to observe, seemed very empty. I have my own notions about the

Bavarians as fighting men, but I am bound to say that, judging by my observations, very few of them stayed

That funeral took hours. They must have had to dig the grave, for I waited near the road in a clump of

cherrytrees, with my feet in two inches of mud and water, till I felt chilled to the bone. I prayed to God it

would not bring back my fever, for I was only one day out of bed. I had very little tobacco left in my pouch,

but I stood myself one pipe, and I ate one of the three cakes of chocolate I still carried.

At last, well after midday, I could see the ship's party returning. They marched two by two and I was thankful

to see that they had no villagers with them. I walked to the road, turned up it, and met the vanguard, carrying

'Where's your captain?' I asked, and a man jerked his thumb over his shoulder. The others wore thick jerseys

'May I have a word with you, Herr Captain?' I said, with what I hoped was a judicious blend of authority and

I proffered him my pass. Thank Heaven he had seen the kind of thing before, for his face at once took on that

curious look which one person in authority always wears when he is confronted with another. He studied it

'The boats go as far as Rustchuk,' he replied. 'There the stuff is transferred to the railway.'

'I want to accompany you,' I said. 'In my profession, Herr Captain, it is necessary sometimes to make

journeys by other than the common route. That is now my desire. I have the right to call upon some other

'I must telegraph about it. My instructions are to let no one aboard, not even a man like you. I am sorry, Sir,

but I must get authority first before I can fall in with your desire. Besides, my boat is illfound. You had

better wait for the next batch and ask Dreyser to take you. I lost Walter today. He was ill when he came

aboard a disease of the heart but he would not be persuaded. And last night he died.'

'Even so. He was a good man and my wife's cousin, and now I have no engineer. Only a fool of a boy from

Hamburg. I have just come from wiring to my owners for a fresh man, but even if he comes by the quickest

'We will go together,' I said, 'and cancel that wire. For behold, Herr Captain, I am an engineer, and will gladly

'I am speaking truth,' I said. 'Before the war I was an engineer in Damaraland. Mining was my branch, but I

had a good general training, and I know enough to run a riverboat. Have no fear. I promise you I will earn

His face cleared, and he looked what he was, an honest, goodhumoured North German seaman.

'Come then in God's name,' he cried, 'and we will make a bargain. I will let the telegraph sleep. I require

authority from the Government to take a passenger, but I need none to engage a new engineer.'

He sent one of the hands back to the village to cancel his wire. In ten minutes I found myself on board, and

ten minutes later we were out in midstream and our tows were lumbering into line. Coffee was being made

ready in the cabin, and while I waited for it I picked up the captain's binoculars and scanned the place I had

I saw some curious things. On the first road I had struck on leaving the cottage there were men on bicycles

moving rapidly. They seemed to wear uniform. On the next parallel road, the one that ran through the village,

I could see others. I noticed, too, that several figures appeared to be beating the intervening fields.

Stumm's cordon had got busy at last, and I thanked my stars that not one of the villagers had seen me. I had

Before I turned in that evening I had done some good hours' work in the engineroom. The boat was

oilfired, and in very fair order, so my duties did not look as if they would be heavy. There was nobody who

could be properly called an engineer; only, besides the furnacemen, a couple of lads from Hamburg who

had been a year ago apprentices in a shipbuilding yard. They were civil fellows, both of them consumptive,

who did what I told them and said little. By bedtime, if you had seen me in my blue jumper, a pair of carpet

slippers, and a flat cap all the property of the deceased Walter you would have sworn I had been bred to

the firing of riverboats, whereas I had acquired most of my knowledge on one run down the Zambesi, when

The captain they called him Schenk was out of his bearings in the job. He was a Frisian and a firstclass

deepwater seaman, but, since he knew the Rhine delta, and because the German mercantile marine was laid

on the ice till the end of war, they had turned him on to this show. He was bored by the business, and didn't

understand it very well. The river charts puzzled him, and though it was pretty plain going for hundreds of

miles, yet he was in a perpetual fidget about the pilotage. You could see that he would have been far more in

his element smelling his way through the shoals of the Ems mouth, or beating against a northeaster in the

shallow Baltic. He had six barges in tow, but the heavy flood of the Danube made it an easy job except when

it came to going slow. There were two men on each barge, who came aboard every morning to draw rations.

That was a funny business, for we never lay to if we could help it. There was a dinghy belonging to each

barge, and the men used to row to the next and get a lift in that barge's dinghy, and so forth. Six men would

appear in the dinghy of the barge nearest us and carry off supplies for the rest. The men were mostly Frisians,

slowspoken, sandyhaired lads, very like the breed you strike on the Essex coast.

It was the fact that Schenk was really a deepwater sailor, and so a novice to the job, that made me get on

with him. He was a good fellow and quite willing to take a hint, so before I had been twentyfour hours on

board he was telling me all his difficulties, and I was doing my best to cheer him. And difficulties came thick,

I knew that that night was a season of gaiety in Scotland, but Scotland wasn't in it with the Fatherland. Even

Schenk, though he was in charge of valuable stores and was voyaging against time, was quite clear that the

men must have permission for some kind of beano. just before darkness we came abreast a fairsized town,

whose name I never discovered, and decided to lie to for the night. The arrangement was that one man should

be left on guard in each barge, and the other get four hours' leave ashore. Then he would return and relieve

his friend, who should proceed to do the same thing. I foresaw that there would be some fun when the first

batch returned, but I did not dare to protest. I was desperately anxious to get past the Austrian frontier, for I

had a halfnotion we might be searched there, but Schenk took his _Sylvesterabend business so seriously that

The upshot was what I expected. We got the first batch aboard about midnight, blind to the world, and the

others straggled in at all hours next morning. I stuck to the boat for obvious reasons, but next day it became

too serious, and I had to go ashore with the captain to try and round up the stragglers. We got them all in but

two, and I am inclined to think these two had never meant to come back. If I had a soft job like a riverboat I

shouldn't be inclined to run away in the middle of Germany with the certainty that my best fate would be to

be scooped up for the trenches, but your Frisian has no more imagination than a haddock. The absentees were

both watchmen from the barges, and I fancy the monotony of the life had got on their nerves.

The captain was in a raging temper, for he was shorthanded to begin with. He would have started a

pressgang, but there was no superfluity of men in that township: nothing but boys and grandfathers. As I

was helping to run the trip I was pretty annoyed also, and I sluiced down the drunkards with icy Danube

water, using all the worst language I knew in Dutch and German. It was a raw morning, and as we raged

through the riverside streets I remember I heard the dry crackle of wild geese going overhead, and wished I

could get a shot at them. I told one fellow he was the most troublesome that he was a disgrace to a great

'God in Heaven!' said the captain, 'we can delay no longer. We must make shift the best we can. I can spare

That was arranged, and we were tearing back rather short in the wind when I espied a figure sitting on a

bench beside the bookingoffice on the pier. It was a slim figure, in an old suit of khaki: some castoff duds

which had long lost the semblance of a uniform. It had a gentle face, and was smoking peacefully, looking

out upon the river and the boats and us noisy fellows with meek philosophical eyes. If I had seen General

French sitting there and looking like nothing on earth I couldn't have been more surprised.

'They shut me up in _tronk,' said Peter, 'and I ran away. I am tired, Cornelis, and want to continue the journey

'Remember you have worked for me in Africa,' I said. 'You are just home from Damaraland. You are a

German who has lived thirty years away from home. You can tend a furnace and have worked in mines.'

'Here is a fellow who used to be in my employ, Captain Schenk. It's almighty luck we've struck him. He's old,

and not very strong in the head, but I'll go bail he's a good worker. He says he'll come with us and I can use

Peter stood up, light and slim and wiry as a leopard. A sailor does not judge men by girth and weight.

'He'll do,' said Schenk, and the next minute he was readjusting his crews and giving the strayed revellers the

rough side of his tongue. As it chanced, I couldn't keep Peter with me, but had to send him to one of the

barges, and I had time for no more than five words with him, when I told him to hold his tongue and live up

to his reputation as a halfwit. That accursed _Sylvesterabend had played havoc with the whole outfit, and

In one way it turned out well. That afternoon we passed the frontier and I never knew it till I saw a man in a

strange uniform come aboard, who copied some figures on a schedule, and brought us a mail. With my dirty

face and general air of absorption in duty, I must have been an unsuspicious figure. He took down the names

of the men in the barges, and Peter's name was given as it appeared on the ship's roll Anton Blum.

'You must feel it strange, Herr Brandt,' said the captain, 'to be scrutinized by a policeman, you who give

I shrugged my shoulders. 'It is my profession. It is my business to go unrecognized often by my own

servants.' I could see that I was becoming rather a figure in the captain's eyes. He liked the way I kept the

Late on that Sunday night we passed through a great city which the captain told me was Vienna. It seemed to

last for miles and miles, and to be as brightly lit as a circus. After that, we were in big plains and the air grew

perishing cold. Peter had come aboard once for his rations, but usually he left it to his partner, for he was

lying very low. But one morning I think it was the 5th of January, when we had passed Buda and were

moving through great sodden flats just sprinkled with snow the captain took it into his head to get me to

overhaul the barge loads. Armed with a mighty typewritten list, I made a tour of the barges, beginning with

the hindmost. There was a fine old stock of deadly weapons mostly machineguns and some fieldpieces,

and enough shells to blow up the Gallipoli peninsula. All kinds of shell were there, from the big 14inch

crumps to rifle grenades and trenchmortars. It made me fairly sick to see all these good things preparing for

our own fellows, and I wondered whether I would not be doing my best service if I engineered a big

explosion. Happily I had the common sense to remember my job and my duty and to stick to it.

Peter was in the middle of the convoy, and I found him pretty unhappy, principally through not being allowed

to smoke. His companion was an oxeyed lad, whom I ordered to the lookout while Peter and I went over

'Cornelis, my old friend,' he said, 'there are some pretty toys here. With a spanner and a couple of clear hours

I could make these maxims about as deadly as bicycles. What do you say to a try?'

'I've considered that,' I said, 'but it won't do. We're on a bigger business than wrecking munition convoys. I

'It was very simple, Cornelis. I was foolish in the cafe but they have told you of that. You see I was angry

and did not reflect. They had separated us, and I could see would treat me as dirt. Therefore, my bad temper

Peter gazed lovingly at the little bleak farms which dotted the Hungarian plain.

'All night I lay in _tronk with no food. In the morning they fed me, and took me hundreds of miles in a train

to a place which I think is called Neuburg. It was a great prison, full of English officers ... I asked myself

many times on the journey what was the reason of this treatment, for I could see no sense in it. If they wanted

to punish me for insulting them they had the chance to send me off to the trenches. No one could have

objected. If they thought me useless they could have turned me back to Holland. I could not have stopped

them. But they treated me as if I were a dangerous man, whereas all their conduct hitherto had shown that

'But I had not been one night in that Neuburg place before I thought of the reason. They wanted to keep me

under observation as a check upon you, Cornelis. I figured it out this way. They had given you some very

important work which required them to let you into some big secret. So far, good. They evidently thought

much of you, even yon Stumm man, though he was as rude as a buffalo. But they did not know you fully, and

they wanted to check on you. That check they found in Peter Pienaar. Peter was a fool, and if there was

anything to blab, sooner or later Peter would blab it. Then they would stretch out a long arm and nip you

'It was God's truth,' said Peter. 'And when it was all clear to me I settled that I must escape. Partly because I

am a free man and do not like to be in prison, but mostly because I was not sure of myself. Some day my

temper would go again, and I might say foolish things for which Cornelis would suffer. So it was very certain

'Now, Cornelis, I noticed pretty soon that there were two kinds among the prisoners. There were the real

prisoners, mostly English and French, and there were humbugs. The humbugs were treated, apparently, like

the others, but not really, as I soon perceived. There was one man who passed as an English officer, another

as a French Canadian, and the others called themselves Russians. None of the honest men suspected them,

but they were there as spies to hatch plots for escape and get the poor devils caught in the act, and to worm

out confidences which might be of value. That is the German notion of good business. I am not a British

soldier to think all men are gentlemen. I know that amongst men there are desperate _skellums, so I soon

picked up this game. It made me very angry, but it was a good thing for my plan. I made my resolution to

'Peter, you're an old marvel. Do you mean to say you were quite certain of getting away whenever you

'Quite certain, Cornelis. You see, I have been wicked in my time and know something about the inside of

prisons. You may build them like great castles, or they may be like a backveld _tronk, only mud and

corrugated iron, but there is always a key and a man who keeps it, and that man can be bested. I knew I could

get away, but I did not think it would be so easy. That was due to the bogus prisoners, my friends, the spies.

'I made great pals with them. On Christmas night we were very jolly together. I think I spotted every one of

them the first day. I bragged about my past and all I had done, and I told them I was going to escape. They

backed me up and promised to help. Next morning I had a plan. In the afternoon, just after dinner, I had to go

to the commandant's room. They treated me a little differently from the others, for I was not a prisoner of

war, and I went there to be asked questions and to be cursed as a stupid Dutchman. There was no strict guard

kept there, for the place was on the second floor, and distant by many yards from any staircase. In the

corridor outside the commandant's room there was a window which had no bars, and four feet from the

window the limb of a great tree. A man might reach that limb, and if he were active as a monkey might

descend to the ground. Beyond that I knew nothing, but I am a good climber, Cornelis.

'I told the others of my plan. They said it was good, but no one offered to come with me. They were very

noble; they declared that the scheme was mine and I should have the fruit of it, for if more than one tried,

detection was certain. I agreed and thanked them thanked them with tears in my eyes. Then one of them

very secretly produced a map. We planned out my road, for I was going straight to Holland. It was a long

road, and I had no money, for they had taken all my sovereigns when I was arrested, but they promised to get

a subscription up among themselves to start me. Again I wept tears of gratitude. This was on Sunday, the day

'Now, Cornelis, when the lieutenant took us to see the British prisoners, you remember, he told us many

things about the ways of prisons. He told us how they loved to catch a man in the act of escape, so that they

could use him harshly with a clear conscience. I thought of that, and calculated that now my friends would

have told everything to the commandant, and that they would be waiting to bottle me on the Wednesday. Till

then I reckoned I would be slackly guarded, for they would look on me as safe in the net ...

'The plan was bold, but it was not skilful,' said Peter modestly. 'I had no money beyond seven marks, and I

had but one stick of chocolate. I had no overcoat, and it was snowing hard. Further, I could not get down the

tree, which had a trunk as smooth and branchless as a blue gum. For a little I thought I should be compelled

'But I had leisure, for I did not think I would be missed before nightfall, and given time a man can do most

things. By and by I found a branch which led beyond the outer wall of the yard and hung above the river.

This I followed, and then dropped from it into the stream. It was a drop of some yards, and the water was

very swift, so that I nearly drowned. I would rather swim the Limpopo, Cornelis, among all the crocodiles

than that icy river. Yet I managed to reach the shore and get my breath lying in the bushes ...

'After that it was plain going, though I was very cold. I knew that I would be sought on the northern roads, as

I had told my friends, for no one could dream of an ignorant Dutchman going south away from his kinsfolk.

But I had learned enough from the map to know that our road lay southeast, and I had marked this big river.'

'No, Cornelis. I thought you would be travelling in firstclass carriages while I should be plodding on foot.

But I was set on getting to the place you spoke of (how do you call it? Constant Nople?), where our big

'You're an old Trojan, Peter,' I said; 'but go on. How did you get to that landingstage where I found you?'

'It was a hard journey,' he said meditatively. 'It was not easy to get beyond the barbedwire entanglements

which surrounded Neuburg yes, even across the river. But in time I reached the woods and was safe, for I

did not think any German could equal me in wild country. The best of them, even their foresters, are but

babes in veldcraft compared with such as me ... My troubles came only from hunger and cold. Then I met a

Peruvian smouse, and sold him my clothes and bought from him these. [Peter meant a PolishJew pedlar.] I

did not want to part with my own, which were better, but he gave me ten marks on the deal. After that I went

'I do not think so. They had gone north, as I expected, and were looking for me at the railway stations which

my friends had marked for me. I walked happily and put a bold face on it. If I saw a man or woman look at

me suspiciously I went up to them at once and talked. I told a sad tale, and all believed it. I was a poor

Dutchman travelling home on foot to see a dying mother, and I had been told that by the Danube I should

find the main railway to take me to Holland. There were kind people who gave me food, and one woman

gave me half a mark, and wished me God speed ... Then on the last day of the year I came to the river and

'_Ja, Cornelis. As soon as I heard of the boats I saw where my chance lay. But you might have knocked me

over with a straw when I saw you come on shore. That was good fortune, my friend ... I have been thinking

much about the Germans, and I will tell you the truth. It is only boldness that can baffle them. They are a

most diligent people. They will think of all likely difficulties, but not of all possible ones. They have not

much imagination. They are like steam engines which must keep to prepared tracks. There they will hunt any

man down, but let him trek for open country and they will be at a loss. Therefore boldness, my friend; for

ever boldness. Remember as a nation they wear spectacles, which means that they are always peering.'

Peter broke off to gloat over the wedges of geese and the strings of wild swans that were always winging

across those plains. His tale had bucked me up wonderfully. Our luck had held beyond all belief, and I had a

kind of hope in the business now which had been wanting before. That afternoon, too, I got another fillip. I

came on deck for a breath of air and found it pretty cold after the heat of the engineroom. So I called to one

of the deck hands to fetch me up my cloak from the cabin the same I had bought that first morning in the

_'Der _grune _mantel?' the man shouted up, and I cried, 'Yes'. But the words seemed to echo in my ears, and

long after he had given me the garment I stood staring abstractedly over the bulwarks.

His tone had awakened a chord of memory, or, to be accurate, they had given emphasis to what before had

been only blurred and vague. For he had spoken the words which Stumm had uttered behind his hand to

Gaudian. I had heard something like 'Uhnmantl,' and could make nothing of it. Now I was as certain of those

words as of my own existence. They had been '_Grune _mantel'. _Grune _mantel, whatever it might be, was

the name which Stumm had not meant me to hear, which was some talisman for the task I had proposed, and

This discovery put me in high fettle. I told myself that, considering the difficulties, I had managed to find out

a wonderful amount in a very few days. It only shows what a man can do with the slenderest evidence if he

Two mornings later we lay alongside the quays at Belgrade, and I took the opportunity of stretching my legs.

Peter had come ashore for a smoke, and we wandered among the battered riverside streets, and looked at the

broken arches of the great railway bridge which the Germans were working at like beavers. There was a big

temporary pontoon affair to take the railway across, but I calculated that the main bridge would be ready

inside a month. It was a clear, cold, blue day, and as one looked south one saw ridge after ridge of snowy

hills. The upper streets of the city were still fairly whole, and there were shops open where food could be got.

I remember hearing English spoken, and seeing some Red Cross nurses in the custody of Austrian soldiers

It would have done me a lot of good to have had a word with them. I thought of the gallant people whose

capital this had been, how three times they had flung the Austrians back over the Danube, and then had only

been beaten by the black treachery of their socalled allies. Somehow that morning in Belgrade gave both

Peter and me a new purpose in our task. It was our business to put a spoke in the wheel of this monstrous

We were just getting ready to cast off when a distinguished party arrived at the quay. There were all kinds of

uniforms German, Austrian, and Bulgarian, and amid them one stout gentleman in a fur coat and a black

felt hat. They watched the barges upanchor, and before we began to jerk into line I could hear their

'I reckon that's pretty good noos, General,' it said; 'if the English have run away from Gallypoly we can use

these noo consignments for the bigger game. I guess it won't be long before we see the British lion moving

They all laughed. 'The privilege of that spectacle may soon be ours,' was the reply.

I did not pay much attention to the talk; indeed I did not realize till weeks later that that was the first tidings

of the great evacuation of Cape Helles. What rejoiced me was the sight of Blenkiron, as bland as a barber

among those swells. Here were two of the missionaries within reasonable distance of their goal.

We reached Rustchuk on January 10th, but by no means landed on that day. Something had gone wrong with

the unloading arrangements, or more likely with the railway behind them, and we were kept swinging all day

well out in the turbid river. On the top of this Captain Schenk got an ague, and by that evening was a blue and

shivering wreck. He had done me well, and I reckoned I would stand by him. So I got his ship's papers, and

the manifests of cargo, and undertook to see to the transshipment. It wasn't the first time I had tackled that

kind of business, and I hadn't much to learn about steam cranes. I told him I was going on to Constantinople

and would take Peter with me, and he was agreeable. He would have to wait at Rustchuk to get his return

I worked about the hardest twentyfour hours of my life getting the stuff ashore. The landing officer was a

Bulgarian, quite a competent man if he could have made the railways give him the trucks he needed. There

was a collection of hungry German transport officers always putting in their oars, and being infernally

insolent to everybody. I took the high and mighty line with them; and, as I had the Bulgarian commandant on

But the big trouble came the next morning when I had got nearly all the stuff aboard the trucks.

A young officer in what I took to be a Turkish uniform rode up with an aidedecamp. I noticed the German

guards saluting him, so I judged he was rather a swell. He came up to me and asked me very civilly in

German for the waybills. I gave him them and he looked carefully through them, marking certain items with

a blue pencil. Then he coolly handed them to his aidedecamp and spoke to him in Turkish.

'Look here, I want these back,' I said. 'I can't do without them, and we've no time to waste.'

I said nothing, reflecting that the stuff was for the Turks and they naturally had to have some say in its

handling. The loading was practically finished when my gentleman returned. He handed me a neatly typed

new set of waybills. One glance at them showed that some of the big items had been left out.

'Here, this won't do,' I cried. 'Give me back the right set. This thing's no good to me.'

For answer he winked gently, smiled like a dusky seraph, and held out his hand. In it I saw a roll of money.

It was the first time anyone had ever tried to bribe me, and it made me boil up like a geyser. I saw his game

clearly enough. Turkey would pay for the lot to Germany: probably had already paid the bill: but she would

pay double for the things not on the waybills, and pay to this fellow and his friends. This struck me as rather

'Now look here, Sir,' I said, 'I don't stir from this place till I get the correct waybills. If you won't give me

them, I will have every item out of the trucks and make a new list. But a correct list I have, or the stuff stays

At that I fairly roared. 'If you try to bribe me, you infernal little haberdasher, I'll have you off that horse and

He no longer misunderstood me. He began to curse and threaten, but I cut him short.

'Come along to the commandant, my boy,' I said, and I marched away, tearing up his typewritten sheets as I

We had a fine old racket in the commandant's office. I said it was my business, as representing the German

Government, to see the stuff delivered to the consignee at Constantinople shipshape and Bristolfashion. I

told him it wasn't my habit to proceed with cooked documents. He couldn't but agree with me, but there was

'I am sorry, Rasta Bey,' he said; 'but this man is in the right.' 'I have authority from the Committee to receive

'Those are not my instructions,' was the answer. 'They are consigned to the Artillery commandant at

The man shrugged his shoulders. 'Very well. I will have a word to say to General von Oesterzee, and many to

The harassed commandant grinned. 'You've offended his Lordship, and he is a bad enemy. All those damned

Comitadjis are. You would be well advised not to go on to Constantinople.' 'And have that blighter in the red

hat loot the trucks on the road? No, thank you. I am going to see them safe at Chataldja, or whatever they call

I said a good deal more, but that is an abbreviated translation of my remarks. My word for 'blighter' was

_trottel, but I used some other expressions which would have ravished my Young Turk friend to hear.

Looking back, it seems pretty ridiculous to have made all this fuss about guns which were going to be used

against my own people. But I didn't see that at the time. My professional pride was up in arms, and I couldn't

'Well', I advise you to go armed,' said the commandant. 'You will have a guard for the trucks, of course, and I

will pick you good men. They may hold you up all the same. I can't help you once you are past the frontier,

but I'll send a wire to Oesterzee and he'll make trouble if anything goes wrong. I still think you would have

As I was leaving he gave me a telegram. 'Here's a wire for your Captain Schenk.' I slipped the envelope in my

Schenk was pretty sick, so I left a note for him. At one o'clock I got the train started, with a couple of German

Landwehr in each truck and Peter and I in a horsebox. Presently I remembered Schenk's telegram, which

still reposed in my pocket. I took it out and opened it, meaning to wire it from the first station we stopped at.

But I changed my mind when I read it. It was from some official at Regensburg, asking him to put under

arrest and send back by the first boat a man called Brandt, who was believed to have come aboard at

I whistled and showed it to Peter. The sooner we were at Constantinople the better, and I prayed we would

get there before the fellow who sent this wire repeated it and got the commandant to send on the message and

have us held up at Chataldja. For my back had fairly got stiffened about these munitions, and I was going to

take any risk to see them safely delivered to their proper owner. Peter couldn't understand me at all. He still

hankered after a grand destruction of the lot somewhere down the railway. But then, this wasn't the line of

Peter's profession, and his pride was not at stake. We had a mortally slow journey. It was bad enough in

Bulgaria, but when we crossed the frontier at a place called Mustafa Pasha we struck the real supineness of

the East. Happily I found a German officer there who had some notion of hustling, and, after all, it was his

interest to get the stuff moved. It was the morning of the 16th, after Peter and I had been living like pigs on

black bread and condemned tin stuff, that we came in sight of a blue sea on our right hand and knew we

It was jolly near the end in another sense. We stopped at a station and were stretching our legs on the

platform when I saw a familiar figure approaching. It was Rasta, with half a dozen Turkish gendarmes.

I called Peter, and we clambered into the truck next our horsebox. I had been half expecting some move like

The Turk swaggered up and addressed us. 'You can get back to Rustchuk,' he said. 'I take over from you here.

'It is the end of your affair,' he said haughtily. 'Quick, or it will be the worse for you.'

'Now, look here, my son,' I said; 'you're a kid and know nothing. I hand over to General von Oesterzee and to

'I'll obey the Government right enough,' I said; 'but if you're the Government I could make a better one with a

'Please don't begin shooting,' I said. 'There are twelve armed guards in this train who will take their orders

'Fool!' he cried, getting very angry. 'I can order up a regiment in five minutes.'

'Maybe you can,' I said; 'but observe the situation. I am sitting on enough toluol to blow up this countryside.

If you dare to come aboard I will shoot you. If you call in your regiment I will tell you what I'll do. I'll fire

this stuff, and I reckon they'll be picking up the bits of you and your regiment off the Gallipoli Peninsula.'

He had put up a bluff a poor one and I had called it. He saw I meant what I said, and became silken.

'Goodbye, Sir,' he said. 'You have had a fair chance and rejected it. We shall meet again soon, and you will

He strutted away and it was all I could do to keep from running after him. I wanted to lay him over my knee

We got safely to Chataldja, and were received by von Oesterzee like longlost brothers. He was the regular

gunnerofficer, not thinking about anything except his guns and shells. I had to wait about three hours while

he was checking the stuff with the invoices, and then he gave me a receipt which I still possess. I told him

about Rasta, and he agreed that I had done right. It didn't make him as mad as I expected, because, you see,

he got his stuff safe in any case. It was only that the wretched Turks had to pay twice for the lot of it.

He gave Peter and me luncheon, and was altogether very civil and inclined to talk about the war. I would

have liked to hear what he had to say, for it would have been something to get the inside view of Germany's

Eastern campaign, but I did not dare to wait. Any moment there might arrive an incriminating wire from

So it came about that at five past three on the 16th day of January, with only the clothes we stood up in, Peter

I was in considerable spirits, for I had got the final lap successfully over, and I was looking forward madly to

meeting my friends; but, all the same, the first sight was a mighty disappointment. I don't quite know what I

had expected a sort of fairyland Eastern city, all white marble and blue water, and stately Turks in

surplices, and veiled houris, and roses and nightingales, and some sort of string band discoursing sweet

music. I had forgotten that winter is pretty much the same everywhere. It was a drizzling day, with a

southeast wind blowing, and the streets were long troughs of mud. The first part I struck looked like a dingy

colonial suburb wooden houses and corrugated iron roofs, and endless dirty, sallow children. There was a

cemetery, I remember, with Turks' caps stuck at the head of each grave. Then we got into narrow steep streets

which descended to a kind of big canal. I saw what I took to be mosques and minarets, and they were about

as impressive as factory chimneys. By and by we crossed a bridge, and paid a penny for the privilege. If I had

known it was the famous Golden Horn I would have looked at it with more interest, but I saw nothing save a

lot of motheaten barges and some queer little boats like gondolas. Then we came into busier streets, where

ramshackle cabs drawn by lean horses spluttered through the mud. I saw one old fellow who looked like my

notion of a Turk, but most of the population had the appearance of London oldclothes men. All but the

soldiers, Turk and German, who seemed wellsetup fellows. Peter had paddled along at my side like a

faithful dog, not saying a word, but clearly not approving of this wet and dirty metropolis.

'Do you know that we are being followed, Cornelis?' he said suddenly, 'ever since we came into this

Peter was infallible in a thing like that. The news scared me badly, for I feared that the telegram had come to

Chataldja. Then I thought it couldn't be that, for if von Oesterzee had wanted me he wouldn't have taken the

I found the ferry of Ratchik by asking a soldier and a German sailor there told me where the Kurdish Bazaar

was. He pointed up a steep street which ran past a high block of warehouses with every window broken.

Sandy had said the lefthand side coming down, so it must be the righthand side going up. We plunged into

it, and it was the filthiest place of all. The wind whistled up it and stirred the garbage. It seemed densely

inhabited, for at all the doors there were groups of people squatting, with their heads covered, though scarcely

The street corkscrewed endlessly. Sometimes it seemed to stop; then it found a hole in the opposing masonry

and edged its way in. Often it was almost pitch dark; then would come a greyish twilight where it opened out

to the width of a decent lane. To find a house in that murk was no easy job, and by the time we had gone a

quarter of a mile I began to fear we had missed it. It was no good asking any of the crowd we met. They

At last we stumbled on it a tumbledown coffee house, with A. Kuprasso above the door in queer amateur

lettering. There was a lamp burning inside, and two or three men smoking at small wooden tables.

We ordered coffee, thick black stuff like treacle, which Peter anathematized. A negro brought it, and I told

him in German I wanted to speak to Mr Kuprasso. He paid no attention, so I shouted louder at him, and the

He was a fat, oldish fellow with a long nose, very like the Greek traders you see on the Zanzibar coast. I

beckoned to him and he waddled forward, smiling oilily. Then I asked him what he would take, and he

'You are Mr Kuprasso,' I said. 'I wanted to show this place to my friend. He has heard of your gardenhouse

'Rot,' I said; 'I've been here before, my boy. I recall your shanty at the back and many merry nights there.

He put his finger to his lip and looked incredibly sly. 'The Signor remembers that. But that was in the old

happy days before war came. The place is long since shut. The people here are too poor to dance and sing.'

'All the same I would like to have another look at it,' I said, and I slipped an English sovereign into his hand.

He glanced at it in surprise and his manner changed. 'The Signor is a Prince, and I will do his will.' He

clapped his hands and the negro appeared, and at his nod took his place behind a little sidecounter.

'Follow me,' he said, and led us through a long, noisome passage, which was pitch dark and very unevenly

paved. Then he unlocked a door and with a swirl the wind caught it and blew it back on us.

We were looking into a mean little yard, with on one side a high curving wall, evidently of great age, with

bushes growing in the cracks of it. Some scraggy myrtles stood in broken pots, and nettles flourished in a

corner. At one end was a wooden building like a dissenting chapel, but painted a dingy scarlet. Its windows

and skylights were black with dirt, and its door, tied up with rope, flapped in the wind.

'That is the old place,' I observed with feeling. 'What times I've seen there! Tell me, Mr Kuprasso, do you

'If the Signor will be silent I will tell him. It is sometimes open not often. Men must amuse themselves even

in war. Some of the German officers come here for their pleasure, and but last week we had the ballet of

Mademoiselle Cici. The police approve but not often, for this is no time for too much gaiety. I will tell you

a secret. Tomorrow afternoon there will be dancing wonderful dancing! Only a few of my patrons know.

'Oh, indeed,' I said with a proper tone of respect, though I hadn't a notion what he meant.

'Then the fourth hour after midday. Walk straight through the cafe and one will be there to unlock the door.

You are newcomers here? Take the advice of Angelo Kuprasso and avoid the streets after nightfall.

Stamboul is no safe place nowadays for quiet men.' I asked him to name a hotel, and he rattled off a list from

which I chose one that sounded modest and in keeping with our getup. It was not far off, only a hundred

When we left his door the night had begun to drop. We hadn't gone twenty yards before Peter drew very near

Another ten yards and we were at a crossroads, where a little _place faced a biggish mosque. I could see in

the waning light a crowd of people who seemed to be moving towards us. I heard a highpitched voice cry

out a jabber of excited words, and it seemed to me that I had heard the voice before.

We battled to a corner, where a jut of building stood out into the street. It was our only chance to protect our

backs, to stand up with the rib of stone between us. It was only the work of seconds. One instant we were

groping our solitary way in the darkness, the next we were pinned against a wall with a throaty mob surging

It took me a moment or two to realize that we were attacked. Every man has one special funk in the back of

his head, and mine was to be the quarry of an angry crowd. I hated the thought of it the mess, the blind

struggle, the sense of unleashed passions different from those of any single blackguard. It was a dark world to

me, and I don't like darkness. But in my nightmares I had never imagined anything just like this. The narrow,

fetid street, with the icy winds fanning the filth, the unknown tongue, the hoarse savage murmur, and my

utter ignorance as to what it might all be about, made me cold in the pit of my stomach.

'We've got it in the neck this time, old man,' I said to Peter, who had out the pistol the commandant at

Rustchuk had given him. These pistols were our only weapons. The crowd saw them and hung back, but if

Rasta's voice had stopped. He had done his work, and had retired to the background. There were shouts from

the crowd '_Alleman' and a word '_Khafiyeh' constantly repeated. I didn't know what it meant at the time,

but now I know that they were after us because we were Boches and spies. There was no love lost between

the Constantinople scum and their new masters. It seemed an ironical end for Peter and me to be done in

because we were Boches. And done in we should be. I had heard of the East as a good place for people to

I wished to Heaven I had a word of Turkish. But I made my voice heard for a second in a pause of the din,

and shouted that we were German sailors who had brought down big guns for Turkey, and were going home

next day. I asked them what the devil they thought we had done? I don't know if any fellow there understood

German; anyhow, it only brought a pandemonium of cries in which that ominous word _Khafiyeh was

Then Peter fired over their heads. He had to, for a chap was pawing at his throat. The answer was a clatter of

bullets on the wall above us. It looked as if they meant to take us alive, and that I was very clear should not

happen. Better a bloody end in a street scrap than the tender mercies of that bandbox bravo.

I don't quite know what happened next. A press drove down at me and I fired. Someone squealed, and I

looked the next moment to be strangled. And then, suddenly, the scrimmage ceased, and there was a

I never went through many worse minutes than these. When I had been hunted in the past weeks there had

been mystery enough, but no immediate peril to face. When I had been up against a real, urgent, physical

risk, like Loos, the danger at any rate had been clear. One knew what one was in for. But here was a threat I

couldn't put a name to, and it wasn't in the future, but pressing hard at our throats.

And yet I couldn't feel it was quite real. The patter of the pistol bullets against the wall, like so many

crackers, the faces felt rather than seen in the dark, the clamour which to me was pure gibberish, had all the

madness of a nightmare. Only Peter, cursing steadily in Dutch by my side, was real. And then the light came,

It came from one or two torches carried by wild fellows with long staves who drove their way into the heart

of the mob. The flickering glare ran up the steep walls and made monstrous shadows. The wind swung the

And now a new word was heard in the crowd. It was _Chinganeh, shouted not in anger but in fear.

At first I could not see the newcomers. They were hidden in the deep darkness under their canopy of light, for

they were holding their torches high at the full stretch of their arms. They were shouting, too, wild shrill cries

ending sometimes in a gush of rapid speech. Their words did not seem to be directed against us, but against

the crowd. A sudden hope came to me that for some unknown reason they were on our side.

The press was no longer heavy against us. It was thinning rapidly and I could hear the scuffle as men made

off down the side streets. My first notion was that these were the Turkish police. But I changed my mind

when the leader came out into a patch of light. He carried no torch, but a long stave with which he belaboured

It was the most eldritch apparition you can conceive. A tall man dressed in skins, with bare legs and

sandalshod feet. A wisp of scarlet cloth clung to his shoulders, and, drawn over his head down close to his

eyes, was a skullcap of some kind of pelt with the tail waving behind it. He capered like a wild animal,

I was suddenly aware that the crowd had gone. Before us was only this figure and his halfdozen

companions, some carrying torches and all wearing clothes of skin. But only the one who seemed to be their

The fellow was shouting gibberish at me. His eyes were glassy, like a man who smokes hemp, and his legs

were never still for a second. You would think such a figure no better than a mountebank, and yet there was

nothing comic in it. Fearful and sinister and uncanny it was; and I wanted to do anything but laugh.

As he shouted he kept pointing with his stave up the street which climbed the hillside.

'He means us to move,' said Peter. 'For God's sake let us get away from this witchdoctor.'

I couldn't make sense of it, but one thing was clear. These maniacs had delivered us for the moment from

Then I did a dashed silly thing. I pulled out a sovereign and offered it to the leader. I had some kind of notion

He brought his stick down on my wrist and sent the coin spinning in the gutter. His eyes blazed, and he made

his weapon sing round my head. He cursed me oh, I could tell cursing well enough, though I didn't follow a

word; and he cried to his followers and they cursed me too. I had offered him a mortal insult and stirred up a

Peter and I, with a common impulse, took to our heels. We were not looking for any trouble with demoniacs.

Up the steep, narrow lane we ran with that bedlamite crowd at our heels. The torches seemed to have gone

out, for the place was black as pitch, and we tumbled over heaps of offal and splashed through running

drains. The men were close behind us, and more than once I felt a stick on my shoulder. But fear lent us

wings, and suddenly before us was a blaze of light and we saw the debouchment of our street in a main

thoroughfare. The others saw it, too, for they slackened off. just before we reached the light we stopped and

looked round. There was no sound or sight behind us in the dark lane which dipped to the harbour.

'This is a queer country, Cornelis,' said Peter, feeling his limbs for bruises. 'Too many things happen in too

The big street we had struck seemed to run along the crest of the hill. There were lamps in it, and crawling

cabs, and quite civilizedlooking shops. We soon found the hotel to which Kuprasso had directed us, a big

place in a courtyard with a very tumbledownlooking portico, and green sunshutters which rattled drearily

in the winter's wind. It proved, as I had feared, to be packed to the door, mostly with German officers. With

some trouble I got an interview with the proprietor, the usual Greek, and told him that we had been sent there

by Mr Kuprasso. That didn't affect him in the least, and we would have been shot into the street if I hadn't

So I explained that we had come from Germany with munitions and only wanted rooms for one night. I

showed him the pass and blustered a good deal, till he became civil and said he would do the best he could

That best was pretty poor. Peter and I were doubled up in a small room which contained two campbeds and

little else, and had broken windows through which the wind whistled. We had a Wretched dinner of stringy

mutton, boiled with vegetables, and a white cheese strong enough to raise the dead. But I got a bottle of

whisky, for which I paid a sovereign, and we managed to light the stove in our room, fasten the shutters, and

warm our hearts with a brew of toddy. After that we went to bed and slept like logs for twelve hours. On the

I woke next morning and, looking out from the broken window, saw that it was snowing. With a lot of

trouble I got hold of a servant and made him bring us some of the treacly Turkish coffee. We were both in

pretty low spirits. 'Europe is a poor cold place,' said Peter, 'not worth fighting for. There is only one white

I remember that, sitting on the edge of my bed, I took stock of our position. It was not very cheering. We

seemed to have been amassing enemies at a furious pace. First of all, there was Rasta, whom I had insulted

and who wouldn't forget it in a hurry. He had his crowd of Turkish riffraff and was bound to get us sooner

or later. Then there was the maniac in the skin hat. He didn't like Rasta, and I made a guess that he and his

weird friends were of some party hostile to the Young Turks. But, on the other hand, he didn't like us, and

there would be bad trouble the next time we met him. Finally, there was Stumm and the German

Government. It could only be a matter of hours at the best before he got the Rustchuk authorities on our trail.

It would be easy to trace us from Chataldja, and once they had us we were absolutely done. There was a big

black _dossier against us, which by no conceivable piece of luck could be upset.

it was very clear to me that, unless we could find sanctuary and shed all our various pursuers during this day,

we should be done in for good and all. But where on earth were we to find sanctuary? We had neither of us a

word of the language, and there was no way I could see of taking on new characters. For that we wanted

friends and help, and I could think of none anywhere. Somewhere, to be sure, there was Blenkiron, but how

could we get in touch with him? As for Sandy, I had pretty well given him up. I always thought his enterprise

the craziest of the lot and bound to fail. He was probably somewhere in Asia Minor, and a month or two later

would get to Constantinople and hear in some pothouse the yarn of the two wretched Dutchmen who had

That rendezvous at Kuprasso's was no good. It would have been all right if we had got here unsuspected, and

could have gone on quietly frequenting the place till Blenkiron picked us up. But to do that we wanted leisure

and secrecy, and here we were with a pack of hounds at our heels. The place was horribly dangerous already.

If we showed ourselves there we should be gathered in by Rasta, or by the German military police, or by the

madman in the skin cap. It was a stark impossibility to hang about on the offchance of meeting Blenkiron.

I reflected with some bitterness that this was the 17th day of January, the day of our assignation. I had had

high hopes all the way down the Danube of meeting with Blenkiron for I knew he would be in time of

giving him the information I had had the good fortune to collect, of piecing it together with what he had

found out, and of getting the whole story which Sir Walter hungered for. After that, I thought it wouldn't be

hard to get away by Rumania, and to get home through Russia. I had hoped to be back with my battalion in

February, having done as good a bit of work as anybody in the war. As it was, it looked as if my information

I talked the thing over with Peter, and he agreed that we were fairly up against it. We decided to go to

Kuprasso's that afternoon, and to trust to luck for the rest. It wouldn't do to wander about the streets, so we sat

tight in our room all morning, and swopped old hunting yarns to keep our minds from the beastly present. We

got some food at midday cold mutton and the same cheese, and finished our whisky. Then I paid the bill,

for I didn't dare to stay there another night. About halfpast three we went into the street, without the foggiest

It was snowing heavily, which was a piece of luck for us. Poor old Peter had no greatcoat, so we went into a

Jew's shop and bought a readymade abomination, which looked as if it might have been meant for a

dissenting parson. It was no good saving my money when the future was so black. The snow made the streets

deserted, and we turned down the long lane which led to Ratchik ferry, and found it perfectly quiet. I do not

We walked straight through the cafe, which was empty, and down the dark passage, till we were stopped by

the garden door. I knocked and it swung open. There was the bleak yard, now puddled with snow, and a blaze

of light from the pavilion at the other end. There was a scraping of fiddles, too, and the sound of human talk.

We paid the negro at the door, and passed from the bitter afternoon into a garish saloon.

There were forty or fifty people there, drinking coffee and sirops and filling the air with the fumes of latakia.

Most of them were Turks in European clothes and the fez, but there were some German officers and what

looked like German civilians Army Service Corps clerks, probably, and mechanics from the Arsenal. A

woman in cheap finery was tinkling at the piano, and there were several shrill females with the officers. Peter

and I sat down modestly in the nearest corner, where old Kuprasso saw us and sent us coffee. A girl who

looked like a Jewess came over to us and talked French, but I shook my head and she went off again.

Presently a girl came on the stage and danced, a silly affair, all a clashing of tambourines and wriggling. I

have seen native women do the same thing better in a Mozambique kraal. Another sang a German song, a

simple, sentimental thing about golden hair and rainbows, and the Germans present applauded. The place was

so tinselly and common that, coming to it from weeks of rough travelling, it made me impatient. I forgot that,

while for the others it might be a vulgar little dancinghall, for us it was as perilous as a brigands' den.

Peter did not share my mood. He was quite interested in it, as he was interested in everything new. He had a

I remember there was a dropscene on which was daubed a blue lake with very green hills in the distance. As

the tobacco smoke grew thicker and the fiddles went on squealing, this tawdry picture began to mesmerize

me. I seemed to be looking out of a window at a lovely summer landscape where there were no wars or

danger. I seemed to feel the warm sun and to smell the fragrance of blossom from the islands. And then I

There were braziers burning at both ends to warm the room, and the thin smoke from these smelt like incense.

Somebody had been putting a powder in the flames, for suddenly the place became very quiet. The fiddles

still sounded, but far away like an echo. The lights went down, all but a circle on the stage, and into that

He had three others with him. I heard a whisper behind me, and the words were those which Kuprasso had

used the day before. These bedlamites were called the Companions of the Rosy Hours, and Kuprasso had

I hoped to goodness they would not see us, for they had fairly given me the horrors. Peter felt the same, and

we both made ourselves very small in that dark corner. But the newcomers had no eyes for us.

In a twinkling the pavilion changed from a common saloon, which might have been in Chicago or Paris, to a

place of mystery yes, and of beauty. It became the GardenHouse of Suliman the Red, whoever that

sportsman may have been. Sandy had said that the ends of the earth converged there, and he had been right. I

lost all consciousness of my neighbours stout German, frockcoated Turk, frowsy Jewess and saw only

strange figures leaping in a circle of light, figures that came out of the deepest darkness to make a big magic.

The leader flung some stuff into the brazier, and a great fan of blue light flared up. He was weaving circles,

and he was singing something shrill and high, whilst his companions made a chorus with their deep

monotone. I can't tell you what the dance was. I had seen the Russian ballet just before the war, and one of

the men in it reminded me of this man. But the dancing was the least part of it. It was neither sound nor

movement nor scent that wrought the spell, but something far more potent. In an instant I found myself reft

away from the present with its dull dangers, and looking at a world all young and fresh and beautiful. The

gaudy dropscene had vanished. It was a window I was looking from, and I was gazing at the finest

It seemed to be part of the veld, but like no veld I had ever seen. It was wider and wilder and more gracious.

Indeed, I was looking at my first youth. I was feeling the kind of immortal lightheartedness which only a boy

knows in the dawning of his days. I had no longer any fear of these magicmakers. They were kindly

Then slowly from the silence there distilled drops of music. They came like water falling a long way into a

cup, each the essential quality of pure sound. We, with our elaborate harmonies, have forgotten the charm of

single notes. The African natives know it, and I remember a learned man once telling me that the Greeks had

the same art. Those silver bells broke out of infinite space, so exquisite and perfect that no mortal words

could have been fitted to them. That was the music, I expect, that the morning stars made when they sang

Slowly, very slowly, it changed. The glow passed from blue to purple, and then to an angry red. Bit by bit the

notes spun together till they had made a harmony a fierce, restless harmony. And I was conscious again of

There was no mistake about the meaning now. All the daintiness and youth had fled, and passion was beating

the air terrible, savage passion, which belonged neither to day nor night, life nor death, but to the

halfworld between them. I suddenly felt the dancers as monstrous, inhuman, devilish. The thick scents that

floated from the brazier seemed to have a tang of newshed blood. Cries broke from the hearers cries of

anger and lust and terror. I heard a woman sob, and Peter, who is as tough as any mortal, took tight hold of

I now realized that these Companions of the Rosy Hours were the only thing in the world to fear. Rasta and

Stumm seemed feeble simpletons by contrast. The window I had been looking out of was changed to a prison

wall I could see the mortar between the massive blocks. In a second these devils would be smelling out

their enemies like some foul witchdoctors. I felt the burning eyes of their leader looking for me in the

gloom. Peter was praying audibly beside me, and I could have choked him. His infernal chatter would reveal

us, for it seemed to me that there was no one in the place except us and the magicworkers.

Then suddenly the spell was broken. The door was flung open and a great gust of icy wind swirled through

the hall, driving clouds of ashes from the braziers. I heard loud voices without, and a hubbub began inside.

For a moment it was quite dark, and then someone lit one of the flare lamps by the stage. It revealed nothing

but the common squalor of a low saloon white faces, sleepy eyes, and frowsy heads. The droppiece was

The Companions of the Rosy Hours had gone. But at the door stood men in uniform, I heard a German a long

way off murmur, 'Enver's bodyguards,' and I heard him distinctly; for, though I could not see clearly, my

hearing was desperately acute. That is often the way when you suddenly come out of a swoon.

The place emptied like magic. Turk and German tumbled over each other, while Kuprasso wailed and wept.

No one seemed to stop them, and then I saw the reason. Those Guards had come for us. This must be Stumm

at last. The authorities had tracked us down, and it was all up with Peter and me.

A sudden revulsion leaves a man with a low vitality. I didn't seem to care greatly. We were done, and there

was an end of it. It was Kismet, the act of God, and there was nothing for it but to submit. I hadn't a flicker of

A man who seemed to be a sergeant pointed to us and said something to Kuprasso, who nodded. We got

heavily to our feet and stumbled towards them. With one on each side of us we crossed the yard, walked

through the dark passage and the empty shop, and out into the snowy street. There was a closed carriage

waiting which they motioned us to get into. It looked exactly like the Black Maria.

Both of us sat still, like truant schoolboys, with our hands on our knees. I didn't know where I was going and

I didn't care. We seemed to be rumbling up the hill, and then I caught the glare of lighted streets.

By and by hours later it seemed we stopped. Someone opened the door and we got out, to find ourselves

in a courtyard with a huge dark building around. The prison, I guessed, and I wondered if they would give us

We entered a door, and found ourselves in a big stone hall. It was quite warm, which made me more hopeful

about our cells. A man in some kind of uniform pointed to the staircase, up which we plodded wearily. My

mind was too blank to take clear impressions, or in any way to forecast the future. Another warder met us and

took us down a passage till we halted at a door. He stood aside and motioned us to enter.

I guessed that this was the governor's room, and we should be put through our first examination. My head

was too stupid to think, and I made up my mind to keep perfectly mum. Yes, even if they tried thumbscrews.

I had no kind of story, but I resolved not to give anything away. As I turned the handle I wondered idly what

It was a pleasant room, with a polished wood floor and a big fire burning on the hearth. Beside the fire a man

lay on a couch, with a little table drawn up beside him. On that table was a small glass of milk and a number

I stared blankly at the spectacle, till I saw a second figure. It was the man in the skincap, the leader of the

dancing maniacs. Both Peter and I backed sharply at the sight and then stood stock still.

A spasm of incredulity, a vast relief, and that sharp joy which comes of reaction chased each other across my

mind. I had come suddenly out of very black waters into an unbelievable calm. I dropped into the nearest

'Sandy,' I said, as soon as I got my breath, 'you're an incarnate devil. You've given Peter and me the fright of

'It was the only way, Dick. If I hadn't come mewing like a tomcat at your heels yesterday, Rasta would have

had you long before you got to your hotel. You two have given me a pretty anxious time, and it took some

doing to get you safe here. However, that is all over now. Make yourselves at home, my children.'

'Over!' I cried incredulously, for my wits were still woolgathering. 'What place is this?'

'You may call it my humble home' it was Blenkiron's sleek voice that spoke. 'We've been preparing for you,

'Mr Pienaar,' said Blenkiron, 'pleased to meet you. Well, as I was observing, you're safe enough here, but

you've cut it mighty fine. Officially, a Dutchman called Brandt was to be arrested this afternoon and handed

over to the German authorities. When Germany begins to trouble about that Dutchman she will find difficulty

in getting the body; but such are the languid ways of an Oriental despotism. Meantime the Dutchman will be

no more. He will have ceased upon the midnight without pain, as your poet sings.'

'My men,' said Sandy. 'We have a bit of a graft here, and it wasn't difficult to manage it. Old Moellendorff

will be nosing after the business tomorrow, but he will find the mystery too deep for him. That is the

advantage of a Government run by a pack of adventurers. But, by Jove, Dick, we hadn't any time to spare. if

Rasta had got you, or the Germans had had the job of lifting you, your goose would have been jolly well

The thing was too deep for me. I looked at Blenkiron, shuffling his Patience cards with his old sleepy smile,

and Sandy, dressed like some bandit in melodrama, his lean face as brown as a nut, his bare arms all tattooed

with crimson rings, and the fox pelt drawn tight over brow and ears. It was still a nightmare world, but the

dream was getting pleasanter. Peter said not a word, but I could see his eyes heavy with his own thoughts.

'You boys must be hungry,' he said. 'My duodenum has been giving me hell as usual, and I don't eat no more

than a squirrel. But I laid in some stores, for I guessed you would want to stoke up some after your travels.'

He brought out a couple of Strassburg pies, a cheese, a cold chicken, a loaf, and three bottles of champagne.

'Fizz,' said Sandy rapturously. 'And a dry Heidsieck too! We're in luck, Dick, old man.'

I never ate a more welcome meal, for we had starved in that dirty hotel. But I had still the old feeling of the

'That's all right,' said Sandy. 'My fellows are on the stair and at the gate. If the _Metreb are in possession, you

may bet that other people will keep off. Your past is blotted out, clean vanished away, and you begin

tomorrow morning with a new sheet. Blenkiron's the man you've got to thank for that. He was pretty certain

you'd get here, but he was also certain that you'd arrive in a hurry with a good many inquirers behind you. So

'Your name is Richard Hanau,' Blenkiron said, 'born in Cleveland, Ohio, of German parentage on both sides.

One of our brightest miningengineers, and the apple of Guggenheim's eye. You arrived this afternoon from

Constanza, and I met you at the packet. The clothes for the part are in your bedroom next door. But I guess all

that can wait, for I'm anxious to get to business. We're not here on a joyride, Major, so I reckon we'll leave

out the dimenovel adventures. I'm just dying to hear them, but they'll keep. I want to know how our mutual

He gave Peter and me cigars, and we sat ourselves in armchairs in front of the blaze. Sandy squatted

crosslegged on the hearthrug and lit a foul old briar pipe, which he extricated from some pouch among his

skins. And so began that conversation which had never been out of my thoughts for four hectic weeks.

'If I presume to begin,' said Blenkiron, 'it's because I reckon my story is the shortest. I have to confess to you,

He drew down the corners of his mouth till he looked a cross between a musichall comedian and a sick

'If you were looking for something in the root of the hedge, you wouldn't want to scour the road in a

highspeed automobile. And still less would you want to get a bird'seye view in an aeroplane. That parable

about fits my case. I have been in the clouds and I've been scorching on the pikes, but what I was wanting

was in the ditch all the time, and I naturally missed it ... I had the wrong stunt, Major. I was too high up and

refined. I've been processing through Europe like Barnum's Circus, and living with generals and

transparencies. Not that I haven't picked up a lot of noos, and got some very interesting sidelights on high

politics. But the thing I was after wasn't to be found on my beat, for those that knew it weren't going to tell. In

that kind of society they don't get drunk and blab after their tenth cocktail. So I guess I've no contribution to

make to quieting Sir Walter Bullivant's mind, except that he's dead right. Yes, Sir, he has hit the spot and

rung the bell. There is a mighty miracleworking proposition being floated in these parts, but the promoters

are keeping it to themselves. They aren't taking in more than they can help on the groundfloor.'

Blenkiron stopped to light a fresh cigar. He was leaner than when he left London and there were pouches

below his eyes. I fancy his journey had not been as furlined as he made out. 'I've found out one thing, and

that is, that the last dream Germany will part with is the control of the Near East. That is what your statesmen

don't figure enough on. She'll give up Belgium and AlsaceLorraine and Poland, but by God! she'll never

give up the road to Mesopotamia till you have her by the throat and make her drop it. Sir Walter is a pretty

brighteyed citizen, and he sees it right enough. If the worst happens, Kaiser will fling overboard a lot of

ballast in Europe, and it will look like a big victory for the Allies, but he won't be beaten if he has the road to

the East safe. Germany's like a scorpion: her sting's in her tail, and that tail stretches way down into Asia.

'I got that clear, and I also made out that it wasn't going to be dead easy for her to keep that tail healthy.

Turkey's a bit of an anxiety, as you'll soon discover. But Germany thinks she can manage it, and I won't say

she can't. It depends on the hand she holds, and she reckons it a good one. I tried to find out, but they gave me

nothing but eyewash. I had to pretend to be satisfied, for the position of John S. wasn't so strong as to allow

him to take liberties. If I asked one of the highbrows he looked wise and spoke of the might of German arms

and German organization and German staffwork. I used to nod my head and get enthusiastic about these

stunts, but it was all soft soap. She has a trick in hand that much I know, but I'm darned if I can put a name

His tone was quite melancholy, and I was mean enough to feel rather glad. He had been the professional with

the best chance. It would be a good joke if the amateur succeeded where the expert failed.

I looked at Sandy. He filled his pipe again, and pushed back his skin cap from his brows. What with his long

dishevelled hair, his highboned face, and stained eyebrows he had the appearance of some mad mullah.

'I went straight to Smyrna,' he said. 'It wasn't difficult, for you see I had laid down a good many lines in

former travels. I reached the town as a Greek moneylender from the Fayum, but I had friends there I could

count on, and the same evening I was a Turkish gipsy, a member of the most famous fraternity in Western

Asia. I had long been a member, and I'm bloodbrother of the chief boss, so I stepped into the part ready

made. But I found out that the Company of the Rosy Hours was not what I had known it in 1910. Then it had

been all for the Young Turks and reform; now it hankered after the old regime and was the last hope of the

Orthodox. It had no use for Enver and his friends, and it did not regard with pleasure the _beaux _yeux of the

Teuton. It stood for Islam and the old ways, and might be described as a ConservativeNationalist caucus. But

it was uncommon powerful in the provinces, and Enver and Talaat daren't meddle with it. The dangerous

thing about it was that it said nothing and apparently did nothing. It just bided its time and took notes.

'You can imagine that this was the very kind of crowd for my purpose. I knew of old its little ways, for with

all its orthodoxy it dabbled a good deal in magic, and owed half its power to its atmosphere of the uncanny.

The Companions could dance the heart out of the ordinary Turk. You saw a bit of one of our dances this

afternoon, Dick pretty good, wasn't it? They could go anywhere, and no questions asked. They knew what

the ordinary man was thinking, for they were the best intelligence department in the Ottoman Empire far

better than Enver's _Khafiyeh. And they were popular, too, for they had never bowed the knee to the

_Nemseh the Germans who are squeezing out the lifeblood of the Osmanli for their own ends. It would

have been as much as the life of the Committee or its German masters was worth to lay a hand on us, for we

clung together like leeches and we were not in the habit of sticking at trifles.

'Well, you may imagine it wasn't difficult for me to move where I wanted. My dress and the password

franked me anywhere. I travelled from Smyrna by the new railway to Panderma on the Marmora, and got

there just before Christmas. That was after Anzac and Suvla had been evacuated, but I could hear the guns

going hard at Cape Helles. From Panderma I started to cross to Thrace in a coasting steamer. And there an

'It must have been about the last effort of a British submarine in those waters. But she got us all right. She

gave us ten minutes to take to the boats, and then sent the blighted old packet and a fine cargo of 6inch

shells to the bottom. There weren't many passengers, so it was easy enough to get ashore in the ship's boats.

The submarine sat on the surface watching us, as we wailed and howled in the true Oriental way, and I saw

the captain quite close in the conningtower. Who do you think it was? Tommy Elliot, who lives on the other

side of the hill from me at home. 'I gave Tommy the surprise of his life. As we bumped past him, I started the

"Flowers of the Forest" the old version on the antique stringed instrument I carried, and I sang the words

very plain. Tommy's eyes bulged out of his head, and he shouted at me in English to know who the devil I

was. I replied in the broadest Scots, which no man in the submarine or in our boat could have understood a

word of. "Maister Tammy," I cried, "what for wad ye skail a dacent tinkler lad intil a cauld sea? I'll gie ye

your kail through the reek for this ploy the next time I forgaither wi' ye on the tap o' Caerdon."

'Tommy spotted me in a second. He laughed till he cried, and as we moved off shouted to me in the same

language to "pit a stoot hert tae a stey brae". I hope to Heaven he had the sense not to tell my father, or the

old man will have had a fit. He never much approved of my wanderings, and thought I was safely anchored in

'Well, to make a long story short, I got to Constantinople, and pretty soon found touch with Blenkiron. The

rest you know. And now for business. I have been fairly lucky but no more, for I haven't got to the bottom

of the thing nor anything like it. But I've solved the first of Harry Bullivant's riddles. I know the meaning of

'Sir Walter was right, as Blenkiron has told us. There's a great stirring in Islam, something moving on the face

of the waters. They make no secret of it. Those religious revivals come in cycles, and one was due about now.

And they are quite clear about the details. A seer has arisen of the blood of the Prophet, who will restore the

Khalifate to its old glories and Islam to its old purity. His sayings are everywhere in the Moslem world. All

the orthodox believers have them by heart. That is why they are enduring grinding poverty and preposterous

taxation, and that is why their young men are rolling up to the armies and dying without complaint in

Gallipoli and Transcaucasia. They believe they are on the eve of a great deliverance.

'Now the first thing I found out was that the Young Turks had nothing to do with this. They are unpopular

and unorthodox, and no true Turks. But Germany has. How, I don't know, but I could see quite plainly that in

some subtle way Germany was regarded as a collaborator in the movement. It is that belief that is keeping the

present regime going. The ordinary Turk loathes the Committee, but he has some queer perverted expectation

from Germany. It is not a case of Enver and the rest carrying on their shoulders the unpopular Teuton; it is a

case of the Teuton carrying the unpopular Committee. And Germany's graft is just this and nothing more

'They talk about the thing quite openly. It is called the _Kaabaihurriyeh, the Palladium of Liberty. The

prophet himself is known as Zimrud "the Emerald" and his four ministers are called also after jewels

Sapphire, Ruby, Pearl, and Topaz. You will hear their names as often in the talk of the towns and villages as

you will hear the names of generals in England. But no one knew where Zimrud was or when he would reveal

himself, though every week came his messages to the faithful. All that I could learn was that he and his

'You will say, what about _Kasredin? That puzzled me dreadfully, for no one used the phrase. The Home of

the Spirit! It is an obvious cliche, just as in England some new sect might call itself the Church of Christ.

'But by and by I discovered that there was an inner and an outer circle in this mystery. Every creed has an

esoteric side which is kept from the common herd. I struck this side in Constantinople. Now there is a very

famous Turkish _shaka called _Kasredin, one of those old halfcomic miracle plays with an allegorical

meaning which they call _orta _oyun, and which take a week to read. That tale tells of the coming of a

prophet, and I found that the select of the faith spoke of the new revelation in terms of it. The curious thing is

that in that tale the prophet is aided by one of the few women who play much part in the hagiology of Islam.

That is the point of the tale, and it is partly a jest, but mainly a religious mystery. The prophet, too, is not

Then I told them of Stumm and Gaudian and the whispered words I had not been meant to hear. Blenkiron

was giving me the benefit of a steady stare, unusual from one who seemed always to have his eyes abstracted,

'Germany's in the heart of the plan. That is what I always thought. If we're to find the _Kaabaihurriyeh it is

no good fossicking among the Committee or in the Turkish provinces. The secret's in Germany. Dick, you

'That's what I half feared,' I said. 'But on the other hand it is obvious that the thing must come east, and

sooner rather than later. I take it they can't afford to delay too long before they deliver the goods. If we can

stick it out here we must hit the trail ... I've got another bit of evidence. I have solved Harry Bullivant's third

I fetched a piece of paper and a pencil from Blenkiron's desk and handed it to Sandy.

Then I told them of the other name Stumm and Gaudian had spoken. I told of my discovery as I lay in the

'The "I" is not the letter of the alphabet, but the numeral. The name is Von Einem Hilda von Einem.'

'Good old Harry,' said Sandy softly. 'He was a dashed clever chap. Hilda von Einem? Who and where is she?

Then Blenkiron spoke. 'I reckon I can put you wise on that, gentlemen,' he said. 'I saw her no later than

yesterday. She is a lovely lady. She happens also to be the owner of this house.'

Both Sandy and I began to laugh. It was too comic to have stumbled across Europe and lighted on the very

But Blenkiron did not laugh. At the mention of Hilda von Einem he had suddenly become very solemn, and

'I don't like it, gentlemen,' he said. 'I would rather you had mentioned any other name on God's earth. I

haven't been long in this city, but I have been long enough to size up the various political bosses. They

haven't much to them. I reckon they wouldn't stand up against what we could show them in the United

States. But I have met the Frau von Einem, and that lady's a very different proposition. The man that will

'Why, that is just what I can't tell you. She was a great excavator of Babylonish and Hittite ruins, and she

married a diplomat who went to glory three years back. It isn't what she has been, but what she is, and that's a

Blenkiron's respect did not depress me. I felt as if at last we had got our job narrowed to a decent compass,

'That I don't know,' said Blenkiron. 'You won't find people unduly anxious to gratify your natural curiosity

'I can find that out,' said Sandy. 'That's the advantage of having a push like mine. Meantime, I've got to clear,

for my day's work isn't finished. Dick, you and Peter must go to bed at once.' 'Why?' I asked in amazement.

'Because I want your clothes the things you've got on now. I'll take them off with me and you'll never see

'Say rather the Turkish police. The current in the Bosporus is pretty strong, and these sad relics of two

misguided Dutchmen will be washed up tomorrow about Seraglio Point. In this game you must drop the

curtain neat and pat at the end of each Scene, if you don't want trouble later with the missing heir and the

I walked out of that house next morning with Blenkiron's arm in mine, a different being from the friendless

creature who had looked vainly the day before for sanctuary. To begin with, I was splendidly dressed. I had a

navyblue suit with square padded shoulders, a neat black bowtie, shoes with a hump at the toe, and a

brown bowler. Over that I wore a greatcoat lined with wolf fur. I had a smart malacca cane, and one of

Blenkiron's cigars in my mouth. Peter had been made to trim his beard, and, dressed in unassuming

pepperandsalt, looked with his docile eyes and quiet voice a very respectable servant. Old Blenkiron had

done the job in style, for, if you'll believe it, he had brought the clothes all the way from London. I realized

now why he and Sandy had been fossicking in my wardrobe. Peter's suit had been of Sandy's procuring, and

it was not the fit of mine. I had no difficulty about the accent. Any man brought up in the colonies can get his

tongue round American, and I flattered myself I made a very fair shape at the lingo of the Middle West.

The wind had gone to the south and the snow was melting fast. There was a blue sky above Asia, and away to

the north masses of white cloud drifting over the Black Sea. What had seemed the day before the dingiest of

cities now took on a strange beauty, the beauty of unexpected horizons and tongues of grey water winding

below cypressstudded shores. A man's temper has a lot to do with his appreciation of scenery. I felt a free

That street was a jumble of every nationality on earth. There were Turkish regulars in their queer conical

khaki helmets, and wildlooking levies who had no kin with Europe. There were squads of Germans in flat

foragecaps, staring vacantly at novel sights, and quick to salute any officer on the sidewalk. Turks in

closed carriages passed, and Turks on good Arab horses, and Turks who looked as if they had come out of the

Ark. But it was the rabble that caught the eye very wild, pinched, miserable rabble. I never in my life saw

such swarms of beggars, and you walked down that street to the accompaniment of entreaties for alms in all

the tongues of the Tower of Babel. Blenkiron and I behaved as if we were interested tourists. We would stop

and laugh at one fellow and give a penny to a second, passing comments in highpitched Western voices.

We went into a cafe and had a cup of coffee. A beggar came in and asked alms. Hitherto Blenkiron's purse

had been closed, but now he took out some small nickels and planked five down on the table. The man cried

down blessings and picked up three. Blenkiron very swiftly swept the other two into his pocket.

That seemed to me queer, and I remarked that I had never before seen a beggar who gave change. Blenkiron

There were a number of small tugs moored alongside, and one or two bigger craft fruit boats, I judged,

which used to ply in the Aegean. They looked pretty well motheaten from disuse. We stopped at one of

them and watched a fellow in a blue nightcap splicing ropes. He raised his eyes once and looked at us, and

Blenkiron asked him where he came from, but he shook his head, not understanding the tongue. A Turkish

policeman came up and stared at us suspiciously, till Blenkiron opened his coat, as if by accident, and

Failing to make conversation with the sailor, Blenkiron flung him three of his black cigars.

The man turned and caught the three neatly in the air. Then to my amazement he tossed one of them back.

'That boy's a connoisseur of tobacco,' he said. As we moved away I saw the Turkish policeman pick it up and

We returned by the long street on the crest of the hill. There was a man selling oranges on a tray, and

Blenkiron stopped to look at them. I noticed that the man shuffled fifteen into a cluster. Blenkiron felt the

oranges, as if to see that they were sound, and pushed two aside. The man instantly restored them to the

'This ain't the time of year to buy fruit,' said Blenkiron as we passed on. 'Those oranges are rotten as medlars.'

We were almost on our own doorstep before I guessed the meaning of the business.

'Is your morning's work finished?' I said. 'Our morning's walk?' he asked innocently.

He smiled blandly. 'I reckoned you'd tumble to it. Why, yes, except that I've some figuring still to do. Give

That afternoon, after Peter had cooked a wonderfully good luncheon, I had a hearttoheart talk with

'My business is to get noos,' he said; 'and before I start on a stunt I make considerable preparations. All the

time in London when I was yelping at the British Government, I was busy with Sir Walter arranging things

ahead. We used to meet in queer places and at all hours of the night. I fixed up a lot of connections in this city

before I arrived, and especially a noos service with your Foreign Office by way of Rumania and Russia. In a

'Why, yes. You Britishers haven't any notion how wideawake your Intelligence Service is. I reckon it's easy

the best of all the belligerents. You never talked about it in peace time, and you shunned the theatrical ways

of the Teuton. But you had the wires laid good and sure. I calculate there isn't much that happens in any

corner of the earth that you don't know within twentyfour hours. I don't say your highbrows use the noos

well. I don't take much stock in your political push. They're a lot of silvertongues, no doubt, but it ain't

oratory that is wanted in this racket. The William Jennings Bryan stunt languishes in wartime. Politics is

like a chickencoop, and those inside get to behave as if their little run were all the world. But if the

politicians make mistakes it isn't from lack of good instruction to guide their steps. If I had a big proposition

to handle and could have my pick of helpers I'd plump for the Intelligence Department of the British

'Why, no,' he said. 'But they gave me the key, and I could make my own arrangements. In Germany I buried

myself deep in the local atmosphere and never peeped out. That was my game, for I was looking for

something in Germany itself, and didn't want any foreign crossbearings. As you know, I failed where you

succeeded. But so soon as I crossed the Danube I set about opening up my lines of communication, and I

hadn't been two days in this metropolis before I had got my telephone exchange buzzing. Sometime I'll

explain the thing to you, for it's a pretty little business. I've got the cutest cypher ... No, it ain't my invention.

It's your Government's. Any one, babe, imbecile, or dotard, can carry my messages you saw some of them

today but it takes some mind to set the piece, and it takes a lot of figuring at my end to work out the results.

'Well, I get early noos of what is going on in this cabbagepatch. Likewise I get authentic noos of the rest of

Europe, and I can send a message to Mr X. in Petrograd and Mr Y. in London, or, if I wish, to Mr Z. in Noo

York. What's the matter with that for a postoffice? I'm the best informed man in Constantinople, for old

General Liman only hears one side, and mostly lies at that, and Enver prefers not to listen at all. Also, I could

give them points on what is happening at their very door, for our friend Sandy is a big boss in the bestrun

crowd of mountebanks that ever fiddled secrets out of men's hearts. Without their help I wouldn't have cut

'I want you to tell me one thing, Blenkiron,' I said. 'I've been playing a part for the past month, and it wears

my nerves to tatters. Is this job very tiring, for if it is, I doubt I may buckle up.'

He looked thoughtful. 'I can't call our business an absolute restcure any time. You've got to keep your eyes

skinned, and there's always the risk of the little packet of dynamite going off unexpected. But as these things

go, I rate this stunt as easy. We've only got to be natural. We wear our natural clothes, and talk English, and

sport a Teddy Roosevelt smile, and there isn't any call for theatrical talent. Where I've found the job tight was

when I had got to be natural, and my naturalness was the same brand as that of everybody round about, and

all the time I had to do unnatural things. It isn't easy to be going down town to business and taking cocktails

with Mr Carl Rosenheim, and next hour being engaged trying to blow Mr Rosenheim's friends sky high.

And it isn't easy to keep up a part which is clean outside your ordinary life. I've never tried that. My line has

always been to keep my normal personality. But you have, Major, and I guess you found it wearing.'

'Wearing's a mild word,' I said. 'But I want to know another thing. It seems to me that the line you've picked

is as good as could be. But it's a castiron line. It commits us pretty deep and it won't be a simple job to drop

'Why, that's just the point I was coming to,' he said. 'I was going to put you wise about that very thing. When

I started out I figured on some situation like this. I argued that unless I had a very clear part with a big bluff in

it I wouldn't get the confidences which I needed. We've got to be at the heart of the show, taking a real hand

and not just looking on. So I settled I would be a big engineer there was a time when there weren't many

bigger in the United 'States than John S. Blenkiron. I talked large about what might be done in Mesopotamia

in the way of washing the British down the river. Well, that talk caught on. They knew of my reputation as an

hydraulic expert, and they were tickled to death to rope me in. I told them I wanted a helper, and I told them

about my friend Richard Hanau, as good a German as ever supped sauerkraut, who was coming through

Russia and Rumania as a benevolent neutral; but when he got to Constantinople would drop his neutrality and

double his benevolence. They got reports on you by wire from the States I arranged that before I left

London. So you're going to be welcomed and taken to their bosoms just like John S. was. We've both got jobs

we can hold down, and now you're in these pretty clothes you're the dead ringer of the brightest kind of

American engineer ... But we can't go back on our tracks. If we wanted to leave for Constanza next week

they'd be very polite, but they'd never let us. We've got to go on with this adventure and nose our way down

into Mesopotamia, hoping that our luck will hold ... God knows how we will get out of it; but it's no good

going out to meet trouble. As I observed before, I believe in an allwise and beneficent Providence, but

I am bound to confess the prospect staggered me. We might be let in for fighting and worse than fighting

against our own side. I wondered if it wouldn't be better to make a bolt for it, and said SO.

He shook his head. 'I reckon not. In the first place we haven't finished our inquiries. We've got Greenmantle

located right enough, thanks to you, but we still know mighty little about that holy man. in the second place it

won't be as bad as you think. This show lacks cohesion, Sir. It is not going to last for ever. I calculate that

before you and I strike the site of the garden that Adam and Eve frequented there will be a queer turn of

Then he got some sheets of paper and drew me a plan of the dispositions of the Turkish forces. I had no

notion he was such a close student of war, for his exposition was as good as a staff lecture. He made out that

the situation was none too bright anywhere. The troops released from Gallipoli wanted a lot of refitment, and

would be slow in reaching the Transcaucasian frontier, where the Russians were threatening. The Army of

Syria was pretty nearly a rabble under the lunatic Djemal. There wasn't the foggiest chance of a serious

invasion of Egypt being undertaken. Only in Mesopotamia did things look fairly cheerful, owing to the

blunders of British strategy. 'And you may take it from me,' he said, 'that if the old Turk mobilized a total of a

million men, he has lost 40 per cent of them already. And if I'm anything of a prophet he's going pretty soon

He tore up the papers and enlarged on politics. 'I reckon I've got the measure of the Young Turks and their

precious Committee. Those boys aren't any good. Enver's bright enough, and for sure he's got sand. He'll stick

out a fight like a Vermont gamechicken, but he lacks the larger vision, Sir. He doesn't understand the

intricacies of the job no more than a suckingchild, so the Germans play with him, till his temper goes and he

bucks like a mule. Talaat is a sulky dog who wants to batter mankind with a club. Both these boys would

have made good cowpunchers in the old days, and they might have got a living out West as the gunmen of

a Labour Union. They're about the class of Jesse James or Bill the Kid, excepting that they're collegereared

and can patter languages. But they haven't the organizing power to manage the Irish vote in a ward election.

Their one notion is to get busy with their firearms, and people are getting tired of the Black Hand stunt. Their

hold on the country is just the hold that a man with a Browning has over a crowd with walkingsticks. The

cooler heads in the Committee are growing shy of them, and an old fox like David is lying low till his time

comes. Now it doesn't want arguing that a gang of that kind has got to hang close together or they may hang

separately. They've got no grip on the ordinary Turk, barring the fact that they are active and he is sleepy, and

Blenkiron laughed. 'It is no sort of a happy family. But the Young Turks know that without the German boost

they'll be strung up like Haman, and the Germans can't afford to neglect an ally. Consider what would happen

if Turkey got sick of the game and made a separate peace. The road would be open for Russia to the Aegean.

Ferdy of Bulgaria would take his depreciated goods to the other market, and not waste a day thinking about it.

You'd have Rumania coming in on the Allies' side. Things would look pretty black for that control of the

Near East on which Germany has banked her winnings. Kaiser says that's got to be prevented at all costs, but

Blenkiron's face had become very solemn again. 'It won't be done unless Germany's got a trump card to play.

Her game's mighty near bust, but it's still got a chance. And that chance is a woman and an old man. I reckon

our landlady has a bigger brain than Enver and Liman. She's the real boss of the show. When I came here, I

reported to her, and presently you've got to do the same. I am curious as to how she'll strike you, for I'm free

That talk did a lot to cheer my spirits, for I realized that it was the biggest of big game we were hunting this

time. I'm an economical soul, and if I'm going to be hanged I want a good stake for my neck.

Then began some varied experiences. I used to wake up in the morning, wondering where I should be at

night, and yet quite pleased at the uncertainty. Greenmantle became a sort of myth with me. Somehow I

couldn't fix any idea in my head of what he was like. The nearest I got was a picture of an old man in a turban

coming out of a bottle in a cloud of smoke, which I remembered from a child's edition of the _Arabian

_Nights. But if he was dim, the lady was dimmer. Sometimes I thought of her as a fat old German crone,

sometimes as a harshfeatured woman like a schoolmistress with thin lips and eyeglasses. But I had to fit the

East into the picture, so I made her young and gave her a touch of the languid houri in a veil. I was always

wanting to pump Blenkiron on the subject, but he shut up like a rattrap. He was looking for bad trouble in

We led a peaceful existence. Our servants were two of Sandy's lot, for Blenkiron had very rightly cleared out

the Turkish caretakers, and they worked like beavers under Peter's eye, till I reflected I had never been so

well looked after in my life. I walked about the city with Blenkiron, keeping my eyes open, and speaking

very civil. The third night we were bidden to dinner at Moellendorff's, so we put on our best clothes and set

out in an ancient cab. Blenkiron had fetched a dress suit of mine, from which my own tailor's label had been

General Liman and Metternich the Ambassador had gone up the line to Nish to meet the Kaiser, who was

touring in those parts, so Moellendorff was the biggest German in the city. He was a thin, foxyfaced fellow,

cleverish but monstrously vain, and he was not very popular either with the Germans or the Turks. He was

polite to both of us, but I am bound to say that I got a bad fright when I entered the room, for the first man I

saw was Gaudian. I doubt if he would have recognized me even in the clothes I had worn in Stumm's

company, for his eyesight was wretched. As it was, I ran no risk in dressclothes, with my hair brushed back

and a fine American accent. I paid him high compliments as a fellow engineer, and translated part of a very

technical conversation between him and Blenkiron. Gaudian was in uniform, and I liked the look of his

But the great event was the sight of Enver. He was a slim fellow of Rasta's build, very foppish and precise in

his dress, with a smooth oval face like a girl's, and rather fine straight black eyebrows. He spoke perfect

German, and had the best kind of manners, neither pert nor overbearing. He had a pleasant trick, too, of

appealing all round the table for confirmation, and so bringing everybody into the talk. Not that he spoke a

great deal, but all he said was good sense, and he had a smiling way of saying it. Once or twice he ran counter

to Moellendorff, and I could see there was no love lost between these two. I didn't think I wanted him as a

friend he was too coldblooded and artificial; and I was pretty certain that I didn't want those steady black

eyes as an enemy. But it was no good denying his quality. The little fellow was all cold courage, like the fine

I fancy I was rather a success at that dinner. For one thing I could speak German, and so had a pull on

Blenkiron. For another I was in a good temper, and really enjoyed putting my back into my part. They talked

very highflown stuff about what they had done and were going to do, and Enver was great on Gallipoli. I

remember he said that he could have destroyed the whole British Army if it hadn't been for somebody's cold

feet at which Moellendorff looked daggers. They were so bitter about Britain and all her works that I

gathered they were getting pretty panicky, and that made me as jolly as a sandboy. I'm afraid I was not free

from bitterness myself on that subject. I said things about my own country that I sometimes wake in the night

'In my country,' I said, 'when we want to get rid of a mountain we wash it away. There's nothing on earth that

will stand against water. Now, speaking with all respect, gentlemen, and as an absolute novice in the military

art, I sometimes ask why this Godgiven weapon isn't more used in the present war. I haven't been to any of

the fronts, but I've studied them some from maps and the newspapers. Take your German position in

Flanders, where you've got the high ground. If I were a British general I reckon I would very soon make it no

'Why, I'd wash it away. Wash away the fourteen feet of soil down to the stone. There's a heap of coalpits

behind the British front where they could generate power, and I judge there's ample water supply from the

rivers and canals. I'd guarantee to wash you away in twentyfour hours yes, in spite of all your big guns. It

beats me why the British haven't got on to this notion. They used to have some bright engineers.'

Enver was on the point like a knife, far quicker than Gaudian. He crossexamined me in a way that showed

he knew how to approach a technical subject, though he mightn't have much technical knowledge. He was

just giving me a sketch of the flooding in Mesopotamia when an aidedecamp brought in a chit which

'I have gossiped long enough,' he said. 'My kind host, I must leave you. Gentlemen all, my apologies and

Before he left he asked my name and wrote it down. 'This is an unhealthy city for strangers, Mr Hanau,' he

said in very good English. 'I have some small power of protecting a friend, and what I have is at your

disposal.' This with the condescension of a king promising his favour to a subject.

The little fellow amused me tremendously, and rather impressed me too. I said so to Gaudian after he had

'I do not love him,' he said. 'We are allies yes; but friends no. He is no true son of Islam, which is a noble

That was the verdict of one honest man on this ruler in Israel. The next night I got another from Blenkiron on

a greater than Enver. He had been out alone and had come back pretty late, with his face grey and drawn with

pain. The food we ate not at all bad of its kind and the cold east wind played havoc with his dyspepsia. I

can see him yet, boiling milk on a spiritlamp, while Peter worked at a Primus stove to get him a hotwater

'my God, Major, if I were you with a sound stomach I'd fairly conquer the world. As it is, I've got to do my

work with half my mind, while the other half is dwelling in my intestines. I'm like the child in the Bible that

'I've been to see our pretty landlady,' he said. 'She sent for me and I hobbled off with a grip full of plans, for

'Why, no, but I have reached one conclusion. I opine that the hapless prophet has no sort of time with that

lady. I opine that he will soon wish himself in Paradise. For if Almighty God ever created a female devil it's

'That isn't my duodenal dyspepsia, Major. It's the verdict of a ripe experience, for I have a cool and

penetrating judgement, even if I've a deranged stomach. And I give it as my considered conclusion that that

Since that first night I had never clapped eyes on Sandy. He had gone clean out of the world, and Blenkiron

and I waited anxiously for a word of news. Our own business was in good trim, for we were presently going

east towards Mesopotamia, but unless we learned more about Greenmantle our journey would be a grotesque

failure. And learn about Greenmantle we could not, for nobody by word or deed suggested his existence, and

it was impossible of course for us to ask questions. Our only hope was Sandy, for what we wanted to know

was the prophet's whereabouts and his plans. I suggested to Blenkiron that we might do more to cultivate

'There's nothing doing for us in that quarter,' he said. 'That's the most dangerous woman on earth; and if she

got any kind of notion that we were wise about her pet schemes I reckon you and I would very soon be in the

This was all very well; but what was going to happen if the two of us were bundled off to Baghdad with

instructions to wash away the British? Our time was getting pretty short, and I doubted if we could spin out

more than three days more in Constantinople. I felt just as I had felt with Stumm that last night when I was

about to be packed off to Cairo and saw no way of avoiding it. Even Blenkiron was getting anxious. He

played Patience incessantly, and was disinclined to talk. I tried to find out something from the servants, but

they either knew nothing or wouldn't speak the former, I think. I kept my eyes lifting, too, as I walked

about the streets, but there was no sign anywhere of the skin coats or the weird stringed instruments. The

whole Company of the Rosy Hours seemed to have melted into the air, and I began to wonder if they had

Anxiety made me restless, and restlessness made me want exercise. It was no good walking about the city.

The weather had become foul again, and I was sick of the smells and the squalor and the fleabitten crowds.

So Blenkiron and I got horses, Turkish cavalry mounts with heads like trees, and went out through the

It was a grey drizzling afternoon, with the beginnings of a sea fog which hid the Asiatic shores of the straits.

It wasn't easy to find open ground for a gallop, for there were endless small patches of cultivation and the

gardens of country houses. We kept on the high land above the sea, and when we reached a bit of downland

came on squads of Turkish soldiers digging trenches. Whenever we let the horses go we had to pull up sharp

for a digging party or a stretch of barbed wire. Coils of the beastly thing were lying loose everywhere, and

Blenkiron nearly took a nasty toss over one. Then we were always being stopped by sentries and having to

show our passes. Still the ride did us good and shook up our livers, and by the time we turned for home I was

We jogged back in the short winter twilight, past the wooded grounds of white villas, held up every few

minutes by transportwagons and companies of soldiers. The rain had come on in real earnest, and it was two

very bedraggled horsemen that crawled along the muddy lanes. As we passed one villa, shut in by a high

white wall, a pleasant smell of wood smoke was wafted towards us, which made me sick for the burning veld.

My ear, too, caught the twanging of a zither, which somehow reminded me of the afternoon in Kuprasso's

'Zithers are as common here as fleas,' he said. 'You don't want to be fossicking around somebody's stables and

find a horseboy entertaining his friends. They don't like visitors in this country; and you'll be asking for

trouble if you go inside those walls. I guess it's some old Buzzard's harem.' Buzzard was his own private

peculiar name for the Turk, for he said he had had as a boy a natural history book with a picture of a bird

called the turkeybuzzard, and couldn't get out of the habit of applying it to the Ottoman people.

I wasn't convinced, so I tried to mark down the place. It seemed to be about three miles out from the city, at

the end of a steep lane on the inland side of the hill coming from the Bosporus. I fancied somebody of

distinction lived there, for a little farther on we met a big empty motorcar snorting its way up, and I had a

Next day Blenkiron was in grievous trouble with his dyspepsia. About midday he was compelled to lie down,

and having nothing better to do I had out the horses again and took Peter with me. It was funny to see Peter in

a Turkish armysaddle, riding with the long Boer stirrup and the slouch of the backveld.

That afternoon was unfortunate from the start. It was not the mist and drizzle of the day before, but a stiff

northern gale which blew sheets of rain in our faces and numbed our bridle hands. We took the same road,

but pushed west of the trenchdigging parties and got to a shallow valley with a white village among the

cypresses. Beyond that there was a very respectable road which brought us to the top of a crest that in clear

weather must have given a fine prospect. Then we turned our horses, and I shaped our course so as to strike

the top of the long lane that abutted on the down. I wanted to investigate the white villa.

But we hadn't gone far on our road back before we got into trouble. It arose out of a sheepdog, a yellow

mongrel brute that came at us like a thunderbolt. It took a special fancy to Peter, and bit savagely at his

horse's heels and sent it capering off the road. I should have warned him, but I did not realize what was

happening, till too late. For Peter, being accustomed to mongrels in Kaffir kraals, took a summary way with

the pest. Since it despised his whip, he out with his pistol and put a bullet through its head.

The echoes of the shot had scarcely died away when the row began. A big fellow appeared running towards

us, shouting wildly. I guessed he was the dog's owner, and proposed to pay no attention. But his cries

summoned two other fellows soldiers by the look of them who closed in on us, unslinging their rifles as

they ran. My first idea was to show them our heels, but I had no desire to be shot in the back, and they looked

They made as savagelooking a trio as you would want to avoid. The shepherd looked as if he had been dug

up, a dirty ruffian with matted hair and a beard like a bird's nest. The two soldiers stood staring with sullen

faces, fingering their guns, while the other chap raved and stormed and kept pointing at Peter, whose mild

The mischief was that neither of us had a word of Turkish. I tried German, but it had no effect. We sat

looking at them and they stood storming at us, and it was fast getting dark. Once I turned my horse round as

They jabbered among themselves, and then one said very slowly: 'He ... want ... pounds,' and he held up five

'I'll be hanged if he gets a penny,' I said angrily, and the conversation languished.

The situation was getting serious, so I spoke a word to Peter. The soldiers had their rifles loose in their hands,

'If you move,' I said, 'you are dead.' They understood that all right and stood stock still, while the shepherd

stopped his raving and took to muttering like a gramophone when the record is finished.

The tone, if not the words, conveyed my meaning. Still staring at us, they let the rifles slide to the ground.

The next second we had forced our horses on the top of them, and the three were off like rabbits. I sent a shot

over their heads to encourage them. Peter dismounted and tossed the guns into a bit of scrub where they

This holdup had wasted time. By now it was getting very dark, and we hadn't ridden a mile before it was

black night. It was an annoying predicament, for I had completely lost my bearings and at the best I had only

a foggy notion of the lie of the land. The best plan seemed to be to try and get to the top of a rise in the hope

of seeing the lights of the city, but all the countryside was so pockety that it was hard to strike the right kind

We had to trust to Peter's instinct. I asked him where our line lay, and he sat very still for a minute sniffing

the air. Then he pointed the direction. It wasn't what I would have taken myself, but on a point like that he

Presently we came to a long slope which cheered me. But at the top there was no light visible anywhere

only a black void like the inside of a shell. As I stared into the gloom it seemed to me that there were patches

'Well, for heaven's sake, guide me to it,' I said, and with Peter in front we set off down the hill.

It was a wild journey, for darkness clung as close to us as a vest. Twice we stepped into patches of bog, and

once my horse saved himself by a hair from going head forward into a gravel pit. We got tangled up in

strands of wire, and often found ourselves rubbing our noses against tree trunks. Several times I had to get

down and make a gap in barricades of loose stones. But after a ridiculous amount of slipping and stumbling

we finally struck what seemed the level of a road, and a piece of special darkness in front which turned out to

I argued that all mortal walls had doors, so we set to groping along it, and presently found a gap. There was

an old iron gate on broken hinges, which we easily pushed open, and found ourselves on a back path to some

house. It was clearly disused, for masses of rotting leaves covered it, and by the feel of it underfoot it was

We dismounted now, leading our horses, and after about fifty yards the path ceased and came out on a

wellmade carriage drive. So, at least, we guessed, for the place was as black as pitch. Evidently the house

Now, I didn't want to be paying calls on any Turk at that time of day. Our job was to find where the road

opened into the lane, for after that our way to Constantinople was clear. One side the lane lay, and the other

the house, and it didn't seem wise to take the risk of tramping up with horses to the front door. So I told Peter

to wait for me at the end of the backroad, while I would prospect a bit. I turned to the right, my intention

being if I saw the light of a house to return, and with Peter take the other direction.

I walked like a blind man in that netherpit of darkness. The road seemed well kept, and the soft wet gravel

muffled the sounds of my feet. Great trees overhung it, and several times I wandered into dripping bushes.

It was quite close, about ten yards away. And the strange thing was that it was a tune I knew, about the last

tune you would expect to hear in this part of the world. It was the Scots air: 'Ca' the yowes to the knowes,'

The whistler must have felt my presence, for the air suddenly stopped in the middle of a bar. An unbounded

curiosity seized me to know who the fellow could be. So I started in and finished it myself.

There was silence for a second, and then the unknown began again and stopped. Once more I chipped in and

finished it. Then it seemed to me that he was coming nearer. The air in that dank tunnel was very still, and I

thought I heard a light foot. I think I took a step backward. Suddenly there was a flash of an electric torch

Then a low voice spoke out of the darkness a voice I knew well and, following it, a hand was laid on my

arm. 'What the devil are you doing here, Dick?' it said, and there was something like consternation in the

I told him in a hectic sentence, for I was beginning to feel badly rattled myself.

'You've never been in greater danger in your life,' said the voice. 'Great God, man, what brought you

You can imagine that I was pretty scared, for Sandy was the last man to put a case too high. And the next

second I felt worse, for he clutched my arm and dragged me in a bound to the side of the road. I could see

nothing, but I felt that his head was screwed round, and mine followed suit. And there, a dozen yards off,

It came along very slowly, purring like a great cat, while we pressed into the bushes. The headlights seemed

to spread a fan far to either side, showing the full width of the drive and its borders, and about half the height

of the overarching trees. There was a figure in uniform sitting beside the chauffeur, whom I saw dimly in

It crept towards us, passed, and my mind was just getting easy again when it stopped. A switch was snapped

The servant had got out and opened the door and a voice came from within a clear soft voice speaking in

some tongue I didn't understand. Sandy had started forward at the sound of it, and I followed him. It would

I was so dazzled by the suddenness of the glare that at first I blinked and saw nothing. Then my eyes cleared

and I found myself looking at the inside of a car upholstered in some soft dovecoloured fabric, and

beautifully finished off in ivory and silver. The woman who sat in it had a mantilla of black lace over her

head and shoulders, and with one slender jewelled hand she kept its fold over the greater part of her face. I

I remember that Sandy was standing very upright with his hands on his hips, by no means like a servant in the

presence of his mistress. He was a fine figure of a man at all times, but in those wild clothes, with his head

thrown back and his dark brows drawn below his skullcap, he looked like some savage king out of an older

world. He was speaking Turkish, and glancing at me now and then as if angry and perplexed. I took the hint

that he was not supposed to know any other tongue, and that he was asking who the devil I might be.

Then they both looked at me, Sandy with the slow unwinking stare of the gipsy, the lady with those curious,

beautiful pale eyes. They ran over my clothes, my brandnew ridingbreeches, my splashed boots, my

'Madam,' I said, 'I have to ask pardon for trespassing in your garden. The fact is, I and my servant he's

down the road with the horses and I guess you noticed him the two of us went for a ride this afternoon, and

got good and well lost. We came in by your back gate, and I was prospecting for your front door to find

someone to direct us, when I bumped into this brigandchief who didn't understand my talk. I'm American,

and I'm here on a big Government proposition. I hate to trouble you, but if you'd send a man to show us how

Her eyes never left my face. 'Will you come into the car?' she said in English. 'At the house I will give you a

She drew in the skirts of her fur cloak to make room for me, and in my muddy boots and sopping clothes I

took the seat she pointed out. She said a word in Turkish to Sandy, switched off the light, and the car moved

Women had never come much my way, and I knew about as much of their ways as I knew about the Chinese

language. All my life I had lived with men only, and rather a rough crowd at that. When I made my pile and

came home I looked to see a little society, but I had first the business of the Black Stone on my hands, and

then the war, so my education languished. I had never been in a motorcar with a lady before, and I felt like a

fish on a dry sandbank. The soft cushions and the subtle scents filled me with acute uneasiness. I wasn't

thinking now about Sandy's grave words, or about Blenkiron's warning, or about my job and the part this

woman must play in it. I was thinking only that I felt mortally shy. The darkness made it worse. I was sure

that my companion was looking at me all the time and laughing at me for a clown.

The car stopped and a tall servant opened the door. The lady was over the threshold before I was at the step. I

followed her heavily, the wet squelching from my fieldboots. At that moment I noticed that she was very

She led me through a long corridor to a room where two pillars held lamps in the shape of torches. The place

was dark but for their glow, and it was as warm as a hothouse from invisible stoves. I felt soft carpets

underfoot, and on the walls hung some tapestry or rug of an amazingly intricate geometrical pattern, but with

every strand as rich as jewels. There, between the pillars, she turned and faced me. Her furs were thrown

'I have heard of you,' she said. 'You are called Richard Hanau, the American. Why have you come to this

'To have a share in the campaign,' I said. 'I'm an engineer, and I thought I could help out with some business

'Why, yes,' I replied. 'We Americans are supposed to be nootrals, and that means we're free to choose any

Her cool eyes searched me, but not in suspicion. I could see she wasn't troubling with the question whether I

was speaking the truth. She was sizing me up as a man. I cannot describe that calm appraising look. There

was no sex in it, nothing even of that implicit sympathy with which one human being explores the existence

of another. I was a chattel, a thing infinitely removed from intimacy. Even so I have myself looked at a horse

which I thought of buying, scanning his shoulders and hocks and paces. Even so must the old lords of

Constantinople have looked at the slaves which the chances of war brought to their markets, assessing their

usefulness for some task or other with no thought of a humanity common to purchased and purchaser. And

yet not quite. This woman's eyes were weighing me, not for any special duty, but for my essential qualities.

I felt that I was under the scrutiny of one who was a connoisseur in human nature.

I see I have written that I knew nothing about women. But every man has in his bones a consciousness of sex.

I was shy and perturbed, but horribly fascinated. This slim woman, poised exquisitely like some statue

between the pillared lights, with her fair cloud of hair, her long delicate face, and her pale bright eyes, had the

glamour of a wild dream. I hated her instinctively, hated her intensely, but I longed to arouse her interest. To

be valued coldly by those eyes was an offence to my manhood, and I felt antagonism rising within me. I am a

strong fellow, well set up, and rather above the average height, and my irritation stiffened me from heel to

crown. I flung my head back and gave her cool glance for cool glance, pride against pride.

Once, I remember, a doctor on board ship who dabbled in hypnotism told me that I was the most

unsympathetic person he had ever struck. He said I was about as good a mesmeric subject as Table Mountain.

Suddenly I began to realize that this woman was trying to cast some spell over me. The eyes grew large and

luminous, and I was conscious for just an instant of some will battling to subject mine. I was aware, too, in

the same moment of a strange scent which recalled that wild hour in Kuprasso's gardenhouse. It passed

quickly, and for a second her eyes drooped. I seemed to read in them failure, and yet a kind of satisfaction,

I was able to answer quite naturally, rather to my surprise. 'I have been a mining engineer up and down the

Her bosom rose and fell in a kind of sigh. A smile a very beautiful thing flitted over her face. She gave

me her hand. 'The horses are at the door now,' she said, 'and your servant is with them. One of my people will

She turned away and passed out of the circle of light into the darkness beyond ...

Peter and I jogged home in the rain with one of Sandy's skinclad Companions loping at our side. We did not

speak a word, for my thoughts were running like hounds on the track of the past hours. I had seen the

mysterious Hilda von Einem, I had spoken to her, I had held her hand. She had insulted me with the subtlest

of insults and yet I was not angry. Suddenly the game I was playing became invested with a tremendous

solemnity. My old antagonists, Stumm and Rasta and the whole German Empire, seemed to shrink into the

background, leaving only the slim woman with her inscrutable smile and devouring eyes. 'Mad and bad,'

Blenkiron had called her, 'but principally bad.' I did not think they were the proper terms, for they belonged to

the narrow world of our common experience. This was something beyond and above it, as a cyclone or an

earthquake is outside the decent routine of nature. Mad and bad she might be, but she was also great.

Before we arrived our guide had plucked my knee and spoken some words which he had obviously got by

I was soaked to the bone, and while Peter set off to look for dinner I went to my room to change. I had a

rubdown and then got into pyjamas for some dumbbell exercises with two chairs, for that long wet ride had

stiffened my arm and shoulder muscles. They were a vulgar suit of primitive blue, which Blenkiron had

looted from my London wardrobe. As Cornelis Brandt I had sported a flannel nightgown.

My bedroom opened off the sittingroom, and while I was busy with my gymnastics I heard the door open. I

thought at first it was Blenkiron, but the briskness of the tread was unlike his measured gait. I had left the

light burning there, and the visitor, whoever he was, had made himself at home. I slipped on a green

My friend Rasta was standing by the table, on which he had laid an envelope. He looked round at my

'I come from the Minister of War, sir,' he said, 'and bring you your passports for tomorrow. You will travel by

...' And then his voice tailed away and his black eyes narrowed to slits. He had seen something which

At that moment I saw it too. There was a mirror on the wall behind him, and as I faced him I could not help

seeing my reflection. It was the exact image of the engineer on the Danube boat blue jeans, loden cloak,

and all. The accursed mischance of my costume had given him the clue to an identity which was otherwise

I am bound to say for Rasta that he was a man of quick action. In a trice he had whipped round to the other

side of the table between me and the door, where he stood regarding me wickedly.

By this time I was at the table and stretched out a hand for the envelope. My one hope was nonchalance.

'Sit down, sir,' I said, 'and have a drink. It's a filthy night to move about in.'

'Thank you, no, Herr Brandt,' he said. 'You may burn these passports for they will not be used.'

'Whatever's the matter with you?' I cried. 'You've mistaken the house, my lad. I'm called Hanau Richard

Hanau and my partner's Mr John S. Blenkiron. He'll be here presently. Never knew anyone of the name of

'Not that I know of. But, pardon me, Sir, if I ask your name and your business here. I'm darned if I'm

accustomed to be called by Dutch names or have my word doubted. In my country we consider that impolite

I could see that my bluff was having its effect. His stare began to waver, and when he next spoke it was in a

'I will ask pardon if I'm mistaken, Sir, but you're the image of a man who a week ago was at Rustchuk, a man

'A week ago I was tossing in a dirty little hooker coming from Constanza. Unless Rustchuk's in the middle of

the Black Sea I've never visited the township. I guess you're barking up the wrong tree. Come to think of it, I

'Well, Enver is a very good friend of mine. He's the brightest citizen I've struck this side of the Atlantic.'

The man was calming down, and in another minute his suspicions would have gone. But at that moment, by

the crookedest kind of luck, Peter entered with a tray of dishes. He did not notice Rasta, and walked straight

to the table and plumped down his burden on it. The Turk had stepped aside at his entrance, and I saw by the

look in his eyes that his suspicions had become a certainty. For Peter, stripped to shirt and breeches, was the

I had never doubted Rasta's pluck. He jumped for the door and had a pistol out in a trice pointing at my head.

'_Bonne _fortune,' he cried. 'Both the birds at one shot.' His hand was on the latch, and his mouth was open to

He had what you call the strategic advantage, for he was at the door while I was at the other end of the table

and Peter at the side of it at least two yards from him. The road was clear before him, and neither of us was

armed. I made a despairing step forward, not knowing what I meant to do, for I saw no light. But Peter was

He had never let go of the tray, and now, as a boy skims a stone on a pond, he skimmed it with its contents at

Rasta's head. The man was opening the door with one hand while he kept me covered with the other, and he

got the contrivance fairly in the face. A pistol shot cracked out, and the bullet went through the tray, but the

noise was drowned in the crash of glasses and crockery. The next second Peter had wrenched the pistol from

A dandified Young Turk, brought up in Paris and finished in Berlin, may be as brave as a lion, but he cannot

stand in a roughand tumble against a backveld hunter, though more than double his age. There was no need

for me to help him. Peter had his own way, learned in a wild school, of knocking the sense out of a foe. He

gagged him scientifically, and trussed him up with his own belt and two straps from a trunk in my bedroom.

'This man is too dangerous to let go,' he said, as if his procedure were the most ordinary thing in the world.

At that moment there came a knocking at the door. That is the sort of thing that happens in melodrama, just

when the villain has finished off his job neatly. The correct thing to do is to pale to the teeth, and with a

rolling, consciencestricken eye glare round the horizon. But that was not Peter's way.

Now there was one of those big oak German cupboards against the wall which must have been brought in in

sections, for complete it would never have got through the door. It was empty now, but for Blenkiron's

hatbox. In it he deposited the unconscious Rasta, and turned the key. 'There's enough ventilation through the

top,' he observed, 'to keep the air good.' Then he opened the door. A magnificent kavass in blue and silver

stood outside. He saluted and proffered a card on which was written in pencil, 'Hilda von Einem'.

I would have begged for time to change my clothes, but the lady was behind him. I saw the black mantilla

and the rich sable furs. Peter vanished through my bedroom and I was left to receive my guest in a room

There are some situations so crazily extravagant that they key up the spirit to meet them. I was almost

'Madam,' I said, with a bow that shamed my old dressinggown and strident pyjamas. 'You find me at a

disadvantage. I came home soaking from my ride, and was in the act of changing. My servant has just upset a

tray of crockery, and I fear this room's no fit place for a lady. Allow me three minutes to make myself

She inclined her head gravely and took a seat by the fire. I went into my bedroom, and as I expected found

Peter lurking by the other door. In a hectic sentence I bade him get Rasta's orderly out of the place on any

pretext, and tell him his master would return later. Then I hurried into decent garments, and came out to find

At the sound of my entrance she started from her dream and stood up on the hearthrug, slipping the long robe

Then an inspiration came to me. I remembered that Frau von Einem, according to Blenkiron, did not see eye

to eye with the Young Turks; and I had a queer instinct that Rasta could not be to her liking. So I spoke the

'I must tell you that there's another guest here tonight. I reckon he's feeling pretty uncomfortable. At present

'By no means,' I said, 'but he's fixed so he can't speak, and I guess he can't hear much.'

'He was the man who brought you this?' she asked, pointing to the envelope on the table which bore the big

'The same,' I said. 'I'm not perfectly sure of his name, but I think they call him Rasta.'

Not a flicker of a smile crossed her face, but I had a feeling that the news pleased her.

'Why, yes. He thwarted me some. His head is a bit swelled, and an hour or two on the shelf will do him good.'

'He is a powerful man,' she said, 'a jackal of Enver's. You have made a dangerous enemy.'

'I don't value him at two cents,' said I, though I thought grimly that as far as I could see the value of him was

'Perhaps you are right,' she said with serious eyes. 'In these days no enemy is dangerous to a bold man. I have

come tonight, Mr Hanau, to talk business with you, as they say in your country. I have heard well of you, and

today I have seen you. I may have need of you, and you assuredly will have need of me. ...'

She broke off, and again her strange potent eyes fell on my face. They were like a burning searchlight which

showed up every cranny and crack of the soul. I felt it was going to be horribly difficult to act a part under

that compelling gaze. She could not mesmerize me, but she could strip me of my fancy dress and set me

'What came you forth to seek?' she asked. 'You are not like the stout American Blenkiron, a lover of shoddy

power and a devotee of a feeble science. There is something more than that in your face. You are on our side,

but you are not of the Germans with their hankerings for a rococo Empire. You come from America, the land

of pious follies, where men worship gold and words. I ask, what came you forth to seek?'

As she spoke I seemed to get a vision of a figure, like one of the old gods looking down on human nature

from a great height, a figure disdainful and passionless, but with its own magnificence. It kindled my

imagination, and I answered with the stuff I had often cogitated when I had tried to explain to myself just

'I will tell you, Madam,' I said. 'I am a man who has followed a science, but I have followed it in wild places,

and I have gone through it and come out at the other side. The world, as I see it, had become too easy and

cushioned. Men had forgotten their manhood in soft speech, and imagined that the rules of their smug

civilization were the laws of the universe. But that is not the teaching of science, and it is not the teaching of

life. We have forgotten the greater virtues, and we were becoming emasculated humbugs whose gods were

our own weaknesses. Then came war, and the air was cleared. Germany, in spite of her blunders and her

grossness, stood forth as the scourge of cant. She had the courage to cut through the bonds of humbug and to

laugh at the fetishes of the herd. Therefore I am on Germany's side. But I came here for another reason. I

know nothing of the East, but as I read history it is from the desert that the purification comes. When

mankind is smothered with shams and phrases and painted idols a wind blows out of the wild to cleanse and

simplify life. The world needs space and fresh air. The civilization we have boasted of is a toyshop and a

This confounded nonsense was well received. Her pale eyes had the cold light of the fanatic. With her bright

hair and the long exquisite oval of her face she looked like some destroying fury of a Norse legend. At that

moment I think I first really feared her; before I had halfhated and halfadmired. Thank Heaven, in her

absorption she did not notice that I had forgotten the speech of Cleveland, Ohio.

'You are of the Household of Faith,' she said. 'You will presently learn many things, for the Faith marches to

victory. Meantime I have one word for you. You and your companion travel eastward.'

'We go to Mesopotamia,' I said. 'I reckon these are our passports,' and I pointed to the envelope.

She picked it up, opened it, and then tore it in pieces and tossed it in the fire.

'The orders are countermanded,' she said. 'I have need of you and you go with me. Not to the flats of the

She gave me her hand and turned to go. At the threshold she paused, and looked towards the oak cupboard.

She left me in a condition of pretty blank bewilderment. We were to be tied to the chariotwheels of this

fury, and started on an enterprise compared to which fighting against our friends at Kut seemed tame and

reasonable. On the other hand, I had been spotted by Rasta, and had got the envoy of the most powerful man

in Constantinople locked in a cupboard. At all costs we had to keep Rasta safe, but I was very determined that

he should not be handed over to the lady. I was going to be no party to coldblooded murder, which I judged

to be her expedient. It was a pretty kettle of fish, but in the meantime I must have food, for I had eaten

I had scarcely begun my long deferred meal when Sandy entered. He was before his time, and he looked as

'That's bad,' he said. 'You say he spotted you, and your subsequent doings of course would not disillusion

him. It's an infernal nuisance, but there's only one way out of it. I must put him in charge of my own people.

They will keep him safe and sound till he's wanted. Only he mustn't see me.' And he went out in a hurry.

I fetched Rasta from his prison. He had come to his senses by this time, and lay regarding me with stony,

'I'm very sorry, Sir,' I said, 'for what has happened. But you left me no alternative. I've got a big job on hand

and I can't have it interfered with by you or anyone. You're paying the price of a suspicious nature. When you

know a little more you'll want to apologize to me. I'm going to see that you are kept quiet and comfortable for

a day or two. You've no cause to worry, for you'll suffer no harm. I give you my word of honour as an

Two of Sandy's miscreants came in and bore him off, and presently Sandy himself returned. When I asked

him where he was being taken, Sandy said he didn't know. 'They've got their orders, and they'll carry them

out to the letter. There's a big unknown area in Constantinople to hide a man, into which the _Khafiyeh never

'Dick,' he said, 'this job is getting very difficult and very dark. But my knowledge has grown in the last few

days. I've found out the meaning of the second word that Harry Bullivant scribbled.'

'Yes. It means just what it reads and no more. Greenmantle is dying has been dying for months. This

afternoon they brought a German doctor to see him, and the man gave him a few hours of life. By now he

The news was a staggerer. For a moment I thought it cleared up things. 'Then that busts the show,' I said.

'I wish I thought it did. It's the end of one stage, but the start of a new and blacker one. Do you think that

woman will be beaten by such a small thing as the death of her prophet? She'll find a substitute one of the

four Ministers, or someone else. She's a devil incarnate, but she has the soul of a Napoleon. The big danger is

Then he told me the story of his recent doings. He had found out the house of Frau von Einem without much

trouble, and had performed with his ragamuffins in the servants' quarters. The prophet had a large retinue,

and the fame of his minstrels for the Companions were known far and wide in the land of Islam came

speedily to the ears of the Holy Ones. Sandy, a leader in this most orthodox coterie, was taken into favour and

brought to the notice of the four Ministers. He and his halfdozen retainers became inmates of the villa, and

Sandy, from his knowledge of Islamic lore and his ostentatious piety, was admitted to the confidence of the

household. Frau von Einem welcomed him as an ally, for the Companions had been the most devoted

As he described it, it was a strange business. Greenmantle was dying and often in great pain, but he struggled

to meet the demands of his protectress. The four Ministers, as Sandy saw them, were unworldly ascetics; the

prophet himself was a saint, though a practical saint with some notions of policy; but the controlling brain

and will were those of the lady. Sandy seemed to have won his favour, even his affection. He spoke of him

'I never saw such a man. He is the greatest gentleman you can picture, with a dignity like a high mountain. He

is a dreamer and a poet, too a genius if I can judge these things. I think I can assess him rightly, for I know

something of the soul of the East, but it would be too long a story to tell now. The West knows nothing of the

true Oriental. It pictures him as lapped in colour and idleness and luxury and gorgeous dreams. But it is all

wrong. The _Kaf he yearns for is an austere thing. It is the austerity of the East that is its beauty and its terror

... It always wants the same things at the back of its head. The Turk and the Arab came out of big spaces, and

they have the desire of them in their bones. They settle down and stagnate, and by the by they degenerate into

that appalling subtlety which is their ruling passion gone crooked. And then comes a new revelation and a

great simplifying. They want to live face to face with God without a screen of ritual and images and

priestcraft. They want to prune life of its foolish fringes and get back to the noble bareness of the desert.

Remember, it is always the empty desert and the empty sky that cast their spell over them these, and the

hot, strong, antiseptic sunlight which burns up all rot and decay . . It isn't inhuman. It's the humanity of one

part of the human race. It isn't ours, it isn't as good as ours, but it's jolly good all the same. There are times

'Well, Greenmantle is the prophet of this great simplicity. He speaks straight to the heart of Islam, and it's an

honourable message. But for our sins it's been twisted into part of that damned German propaganda. His

unworldliness has been used for a cunning political move, and his creed of space and simplicity for the

furtherance of the last word in human degeneracy. My God, Dick, it's like seeing St Francis run by

'The woman has been here tonight,' I said. 'She asked me what I stood for, and I invented some infernal

nonsense which she approved of. But I can see one thing. She and her prophet may run for different stakes,

Sandy started. 'She has been here!' he cried. 'Tell me, Dick, what do you think of her?'

'I thought she was about two parts mad, but the third part was uncommon like inspiration.'

'That's about right,' he said. 'I was wrong in comparing her to Messalina. She's something a dashed sight more

complicated. She runs the prophet just because she shares his belief. Only what in him is sane and fine, in her

'I know,' I said. 'I told her that an hour ago, when I talked more rot to the second than any normal man ever

'Germany's simplicity is that of the neurotic, not the primitive. It is megalomania and egotism and the pride of

the man in the Bible that waxed fat and kicked. But the results are the same. She wants to destroy and

simplify; but it isn't the simplicity of the ascetic, which is of the spirit, but the simplicity of the madman that

grinds down all the contrivances of civilization to a featureless monotony. The prophet wants to save the

souls of his people; Germany wants to rule the inanimate corpse of the world. But you can get the same

language to cover both. And so you have the partnership of St Francis and Messalina. Dick, did you ever hear

'There was a time when the papers were full of nothing else,' I answered. 'I gather it was invented by a

'Maybe,' said Sandy. 'Old Nietzsche has been blamed for a great deal of rubbish he would have died rather

than acknowledge. But it's a craze of the new, fatted Germany. It's a fancy type which could never really

exist, any more than the Economic Man of the politicians. Mankind has a sense of humour which stops short

of the final absurdity. There never has been, and there never could be a real Superman ... But there might be a

'It's true all the same. Women have got a perilous logic which we never have, and some of the best of them

don't see the joke of life like the ordinary man. They can be far greater than men, for they can go straight to

the heart of things. There never was a man so near the divine as Joan of Arc. But I think, too, they can be

more entirely damnable than anything that ever was breeched, for they don't stop still now and then and laugh

at themselves ... There is no Superman. The poor old donkeys that fancy themselves in the part are either

crackbrained professors who couldn't rule a Sundayschool class, or bristling soldiers with pintpot heads

who imagine that the shooting of a Duc d'Enghien made a Napoleon. But there is a Superwoman, and her

'I thought our job was nearly over,' I groaned, 'and now it looks as if it hadn't well started. Bullivant said that

'Bullivant didn't know. No man knows except you and me. I tell you, the woman has immense power. The

Germans have trusted her with their trump card, and she's going to play it for all she is worth. There's no

crime that will stand in her way. She has set the ball rolling, and if need be she'll cut all her prophets' throats

and run the show herself ... I don't know about your job, for honestly I can't quite see what you and Blenkiron

are going to do. But I'm very clear about my own duty. She's let me into the business, and I'm going to stick

to it in the hope that I'll find a chance of wrecking it ... We're moving eastward tomorrow with a new

'I don't know. But I gather it's a long journey, judging by the preparations. And it must be to a cold country,

'Well, wherever it is, we're going with you. You haven't heard the end of our yarn. Blenkiron and I have been

moving in the best circles as skilled American engineers who are going to play Old Harry with the British on

the Tigris. I'm a pal of Enver's now, and he has offered me his protection. The lamented Rasta brought our

passports for the journey to Mesopotamia tomorrow, but an hour ago your lady tore them up and put them in

the fire. We are going with her, and she vouchsafed the information that it was towards the great hills.'

Sandy whistled long and low. 'I wonder what the deuce she wants with you? This thing is getting dashed

complicated, Dick ... Where, more by token, is Blenkiron? He's the fellow to know about high politics.'

The missing Blenkiron, as Sandy spoke, entered the room with his slow, quiet step. I could see by his

carriage that for once he had no dyspepsia, and by his eyes that he was excited.

'Say, boys,' he said, 'I've got something pretty considerable in the way of noos. There's been big fighting on

His hands were full of papers, from which he selected a map and spread it on the table.

'They keep mum about this thing in the capital, but I've been piecing the story together these last days and I

think I've got it straight. A fortnight ago old man Nicholas descended from his mountains and scuppered his

enemies there at Kuprikeui, where the main road eastwards crosses the Araxes. That was only the

beginning of the stunt, for he pressed on on a broad front, and the gentleman called Kiamil, who commands

in those parts, was not up to the job of holding him. The Buzzards were shepherded in from north and east

and south, and now the Muscovite is sitting down outside the forts of Erzerum. I can tell you they're pretty

miserable about the situation in the highest quarters ... Enver is sweating blood to get fresh divisions to

Erzerum from Gallypoly, but it's a long road and it looks as if they would be too late for the fair ... You and

I, Major, start for Mesopotamy tomorrow, and that's about the meanest bit of bad luck that ever happened to

I picked up the map and pocketed it. Maps were my business, and I had been looking for one.

'They're in the fire,' I said. 'The right ones will come along tomorrow morning.'

'The great hills! ... We're going to Erzerum ... Don't you see that the Germans are playing their big card?

They're sending Greenmantle to the point of danger in the hope that his coming will rally the Turkish

defence. Things are beginning to move, Dick, old man. No more kicking the heels for us. We're going to be

in it up to the neck, and Heaven help the best man ... I must be off now, for I've a lot to do. _Au _revoir. We

Blenkiron still looked puzzled, till I told him the story of that night's doings. As he listened, all the

satisfaction went out of his face, and that funny, childish air of bewilderment crept in.

'It's not for me to complain, for it's in the straight line of our dooty, but I reckon there's going to be big trouble

ahead of this caravan. It's Kismet, and we've got to bow. But I won't pretend that I'm not considerable scared

'Oh, so am I,' I said. 'The woman frightens me into fits. We're up against it this time all right. All the same I'm

glad we're to be let into the real star metropolitan performance. I didn't relish the idea of touring the

'I guess that's correct. But I could wish that the good God would see fit to take that lovely lady to Himself.

She's too much for a quiet man at my time of life. When she invites us to go in on the groundfloor I feel like

Two days later, in the evening, we came to Angora, the first stage in our journey.

The passports had arrived next morning, as Frau von Einem had promised, and with them a plan of our

journey. More, one of the Companions, who spoke a little English, was detailed to accompany us a wise

precaution, for no one of us had a word of Turkish. These were the sum of our instructions. I heard nothing

more of Sandy or Greenmantle or the lady. We were meant to travel in our own party.

We had the railway to Angora, a very comfortable German _Schlafwagen, tacked to the end of a trooptrain.

There wasn't much to be seen of the country, for after we left the Bosporus we ran into scuds of snow, and

except that we seemed to be climbing on to a big plateau I had no notion of the landscape. It was a marvel

that we made such good time, for that line was congested beyond anything I have ever seen. The place was

crawling with the Gallipoli troops, and every siding was packed with supply trucks. When we stopped

which we did on an average about once an hour you could see vast camps on both sides of the line, and

often we struck regiments on the march along the railway track. They looked a fine, hardy lot of ruffians, but

many were deplorably ragged, and I didn't think much of their boots. I wondered how they would do the five

Blenkiron played Patience, and Peter and I took a hand at picquet, but mostly we smoked and yarned. Getting

away from that infernal city had cheered us up wonderfully. Now we were out on the open road, moving to

the sound of the guns. At the worst, we should not perish like rats in a sewer. We would be all together, too,

and that was a comfort. I think we felt the relief which a man who has been on a lonely outpost feels when he

is brought back to his battalion. Besides, the thing had gone clean beyond our power to direct. It was no good

planning and scheming, for none of us had a notion what the next step might be. We were fatalists now,

All but Blenkiron. The coming of Hilda von Einem into the business had put a very ugly complexion on it for

him. It was curious to see how she affected the different members of our gang. Peter did not care a rush: man,

woman, and hippogriff were the same to him; he met it all as calmly as if he were making plans to round up

an old lion in a patch of bush, taking the facts as they came and working at them as if they were a sum in

arithmetic. Sandy and I were impressed it's no good denying it: horribly impressed but we were too

interested to be scared, and we weren't a bit fascinated. We hated her too much for that. But she fairly struck

I made him talk about her, for if he sat and brooded he would get worse. It was a strange thing that this man,

the most imperturbable and, I think, about the most courageous I have ever met, should be paralysed by a

slim woman. There was no doubt about it. The thought of her made the future to him as black as a thunder

cloud. It took the power out of his joints, and if she was going to be much around, it looked as if Blenkiron

'No, Sir; I haven't got no sort of affection for the lady. My trouble is that she puts me out of countenance, and

I can't fit her in as an antagonist. I guess we Americans haven't got the right poise for dealing with that kind

of female. We've exalted our womenfolk into little tin gods, and at the same time left them out of the real

business of life. Consequently, when we strike one playing the biggest kind of man's game we can't place her.

We aren't used to regarding them as anything except angels and children. I wish I had had you boys'

Angora was like my notion of some place such as Amiens in the retreat from Mons. It was one mass of troops

and transport the neck of the bottle, for more arrived every hour, and the only outlet was the single eastern

road. The town was pandemonium into which distracted German officers were trying to introduce some

order. They didn't worry much about us, for the heart of Anatolia wasn't a likely huntingground for

suspicious characters. We took our passport to the commandant, who visaed them readily, and told us he'd do

his best to get us transport. We spent the night in a sort of hotel, where all four crowded into one little

bedroom, and next morning I had my work cut out getting a motorcar. It took four hours, and the use of

every great name in the Turkish Empire, to raise a dingy sort of Studebaker, and another two to get the petrol

and spare tyres. As for a chauffeur, love or money couldn't find him, and I was compelled to drive the thing

We left just after midday and swung out into bare bleak downs patched with scrubby woodlands. There was

no snow here, but a wind was blowing from the east which searched the marrow. Presently we climbed up

into hills, and the road, though not badly engineered to begin with, grew as rough as the channel of a stream.

No wonder, for the traffic was like what one saw on that awful stretch between Cassel and Ypres, and there

were no gangs of Belgian roadmakers to mend it up. We found troops by the thousands striding along with

their impassive Turkish faces, ox convoys, mule convoys, wagons drawn by sturdy little Anatolian horses,

and, coming in the contrary direction, many shabby Red Crescent cars and wagons of the wounded. We had

to crawl for hours on end, till we got past a block. just before the darkening we seemed to outstrip the first

press, and had a clear run for about ten miles over a low pass in the hills. I began to get anxious about the car,

for it was a poor one at the best, and the road was guaranteed sooner or later to knock even a RollsRoyce

All the same it was glorious to be out in the open again. Peter's face wore a new look, and he sniffed the bitter

air like a stag. There floated up from little wayside camps the odour of woodsmoke and dungfires. That,

and the curious acrid winter smell of great windblown spaces, will always come to my memory as I think of

that day. Every hour brought me peace of mind and resolution. I felt as I had felt when the battalion first

marched from Aire towards the firingline, a kind of keyingup and wild expectation. I'm not used to cities,

and lounging about Constantinople had slackened my fibre. Now, as the sharp wind buffeted us, I felt braced

to any kind of risk. We were on the great road to the east and the border hills, and soon we should stand upon

the farthest battlefront of the war. This was no commonplace intelligence job. That was all over, and we

were going into the firingzone, going to take part in what might be the downfall of our enemies. I didn't

reflect that we were among those enemies, and would probably share their downfall if we were not shot

earlier. The truth is, I had got out of the way of regarding the thing as a struggle between armies and nations.

I hardly bothered to think where my sympathies lay. First and foremost it was a contest between the four of

us and a crazy woman, and this personal antagonism made the strife of armies only a dimlyfelt background.

We slept that night like logs on the floor of a dirty khan, and started next morning in a powder of snow. We

were getting very high up now, and it was perishing cold. The Companion his name sounded like Hussin

had travelled the road before and told me what the places were, but they conveyed nothing to me. All

morning we wriggled through a big lot of troops, a brigade at least, who swung along at a great pace with a

fine free stride that I don't think I have ever seen bettered. I must say I took a fancy to the Turkish fighting

man: I remembered the testimonial our fellows gave him as a clean fighter, and I felt very bitter that Germany

should have lugged him into this dirty business. They halted for a meal, and we stopped, too, and lunched off

some brown bread and dried figs and a flask of very sour wine. I had a few words with one of the officers

who spoke a little German. He told me they were marching straight for Russia, since there had been a great

Turkish victory in the Caucasus. 'We have beaten the French and the British, and now it is Russia's turn,' he

said stolidly, as if repeating a lesson. But he added that he was mortally sick of war. In the afternoon we

cleared the column and had an open road for some hours. The land now had a tilt eastward, as if we were

moving towards the valley of a great river. Soon we began to meet little parties of men coming from the east

with a new look in their faces. The first lots of wounded had been the ordinary thing you see on every front,

and there had been some pretence at organization. But these new lots were very weary and broken; they were

often barefoot, and they seemed to have lost their transport and to be starving. You would find a group

stretched by the roadside in the last stages of exhaustion. Then would come a party limping along, so tired

that they never turned their heads to look at us. Almost all were wounded, some badly, and most were

horribly thin. I wondered how my Turkish friend behind would explain the sight to his men, if he believed in

a great victory. They had not the air of the backwash of a conquering army. Even Blenkiron, who was no

'These boys look mighty bad,' he observed. 'We've got to hustle, Major, if we're going to get seats for the last

That was my own feeling. The sight made me mad to get on faster, for I saw that big things were happening

in the East. I had reckoned that four days would take us from Angora to Erzerum, but here was the second

nearly over and we were not yet a third of the way. I pressed on recklessly, and that hurry was our undoing.

I have said that the Studebaker was a rotten old car. Its steeringgear was pretty dicky, and the bad surface

and continual hairpin bends of the road didn't improve it. Soon we came into snow lying fairly deep, frozen

hard and rutted by the big transportwagons. We bumped and bounced horribly, and were shaken about like

peas in a bladder. I began to be acutely anxious about the old boneshaker, the more as we seemed a long way

short of the village I had proposed to spend the night in. Twilight was falling and we were still in an

unfeatured waste, crossing the shallow glen of a stream. There was a bridge at the bottom of a slope a

bridge of logs and earth which had apparently been freshly strengthened for heavy traffic. As we approached

I struggled desperately to keep it straight, but it swerved to the left and we plunged over a bank into a marshy

hollow. There was a sickening bump as we struck the lower ground, and the whole party were shot out into

the frozen slush. I don't yet know how I escaped, for the car turned over and by rights I should have had my

back broken. But no one was hurt. Peter was laughing, and Blenkiron, after shaking the snow out of his hair,

joined him. For myself I was feverishly examining the machine. It was about as ugly as it could be, for the

Here was a piece of hopeless bad luck. We were stuck in the middle of Asia Minor with no means of

conveyance, for to get a new axle there was as likely as to find snowballs on the Congo. It was all but dark

and there was no time to lose. I got out the petrol tins and spare tyres and cached them among some rocks on

the hillside. Then we collected our scanty baggage from the derelict Studebaker. Our only hope was Hussin.

He had got to find us some lodging for the night, and next day we would have a try for horses or a lift in

some passing wagon. I had no hope of another car. Every automobile in Anatolia would now be at a

It was so disgusting a mishap that we all took it quietly. It was too bad to be helped by hard swearing. Hussin

and Peter set off on different sides of the road to prospect for a house, and Blenkiron and I sheltered under the

Hussin was the first to strike oil. He came back in twenty minutes with news of some kind of dwelling a

couple of miles up the stream. He went off to collect Peter, and, humping our baggage, Blenkiron and I

plodded up the waterside. Darkness had fallen thick by this time, and we took some bad tosses among the

bogs. When Hussin and Peter overtook us they found a better road, and presently we saw a light twinkle in

It proved to be a wretched tumbledown farm in a grove of poplars a foulsmelling, muddy yard, a

tworoomed hovel of a house, and a barn which was tolerably dry and which we selected for our

sleepingplace. The owner was a broken old fellow whose sons were all at the war, and he received us with

By this time we had recovered our tempers, and I was trying hard to put my new Kismet philosophy into

practice. I reckoned that if risks were foreordained, so were difficulties, and both must be taken as part of the

day's work. With the remains of our provisions and some curdled milk we satisfied our hunger and curled

ourselves up among the pease straw of the barn. Blenkiron announced with a happy sigh that he had now

That night, I remember, I had a queer dream. I seemed to be in a wild place among mountains, and I was

being hunted, though who was after me I couldn't tell. I remember sweating with fright, for I seemed to be

quite alone and the terror that was pursuing me was more than human. The place was horribly quiet and still,

and there was deep snow lying everywhere, so that each step I took was heavy as lead. A very ordinary sort

of nightmare, you will say. Yes, but there was one strange feature in this one. The night was pitch dark, but

ahead of me in the throat of the pass there was one patch of light, and it showed a rum little hill with a rocky

top: what we call in South Africa a _castrol or saucepan. I had a notion that if I could get to that _castrol I

should be safe, and I panted through the drifts towards it with the avenger of blood at my heels. I woke,

gasping, to find the winter morning struggling through the cracked rafters, and to hear Blenkiron say cheerily

that his duodenum had behaved all night like a gentleman. I lay still for a bit trying to fix the dream, but it all

dissolved into haze except the picture of the little hill, which was quite clear in every detail. I told myself it

was a reminiscence of the veld, some spot down in the Wakkerstroom country, though for the life of me I

I pass over the next three days, for they were one uninterrupted series of heartbreaks. Hussin and Peter

scoured the country for horses, Blenkiron sat in the barn and played Patience, while I haunted the roadside

near the bridge in the hope of picking up some kind of conveyance. My task was perfectly futile. The

columns passed, casting wondering eyes on the wrecked car among the frozen rushes, but they could offer no

help. My friend the Turkish officer promised to wire to Angora from some place or other for a fresh car, but,

remembering the state of affairs at Angora, I had no hope from that quarter. Cars passed, plenty of them,

packed with staffofficers, Turkish and German, but they were in far too big a hurry even to stop and speak.

The only conclusion I reached from my roadside vigil was that things were getting very warm in the

neighbourhood of Erzerum. Everybody on that road seemed to be in mad haste either to get there or to get

Hussin was the best chance, for, as I have said, the Companions had a very special and peculiar graft

throughout the Turkish Empire. But the first day he came back emptyhanded. All the horses had been

commandeered for the war, he said; and though he was certain that some had been kept back and hidden

away, he could not get on their track. The second day he returned with two miserable screws and

deplorably short in the wind from a diet of beans. There was no decent corn or hay left in the countryside.

The third day he picked up a nice little Arab stallion: in poor condition, it is true, but perfectly sound. For

these beasts we paid good money, for Blenkiron was well supplied and we had no time to spare for the

Hussin said he had cleaned up the countryside, and I believed him. I dared not delay another day, even

though it meant leaving him behind. But he had no notion of doing anything of the kind. He was a good

runner, he said, and could keep up with such horses as ours for ever. If this was the manner of our progress, I

We started at dawn on the morning of the fourth day, after the old farmer had blessed us and sold us some

stale ryebread. Blenkiron bestrode the Arab, being the heaviest, and Peter and I had the screws. My worst

forebodings were soon realized, and Hussin, loping along at my side, had an easy job to keep up with us. We

were about as slow as an oxwagon. The brutes were unshod, and with the rough roads I saw that their feet

would very soon go to pieces. We jogged along like a tinker's caravan, about five miles to the hour, as

The weather was now a drizzle, which increased my depression. Cars passed us and disappeared in the mist,

going at thirty miles an hour to mock our slowness. None of us spoke, for the futility of the business clogged

our spirits. I bit hard on my lip to curb my restlessness, and I think I would have sold my soul there and then

for anything that could move fast. I don't know any sorer trial than to be mad for speed and have to crawl at a

About midday we descended on a wide plain full of the marks of rich cultivation. Villages became frequent,

and the land was studded with olive groves and scarred with water furrows. From what I remembered of the

map I judged that we were coming to that champagne country near Siwas, which is the granary of Turkey,

It was a dingy, battered place, with the pink plaster falling in patches from its walls. There was a courtyard

abutting on the road, and a flattopped house with a big hole in its side. It was a long way from any

battleground, and I guessed that some explosion had wrought the damage. Behind it, a few hundred yards

off, a detachment of cavalry were encamped beside a stream, with their horses tied up in long lines of pickets.

In all the road before and behind there was no man to be seen except the troops by the stream. The owners,

I have said I was in the mood for some desperate deed, and lo and behold providence had given me the

chance! I coveted that car as I have never coveted anything on earth. At the moment all my plans had

narrowed down to a feverish passion to get to the battlefield. We had to find Greenmantle at Erzerum, and

once there we should have Hilda von Einem's protection. It was a time of war, and a front of brass was the

surest safety. But, indeed, I could not figure out any plan worth speaking of. I saw only one thing a fast car

I said a word to the others, and we dismounted and tethered our horses at the near end of the courtyard. I

heard the low hum of voices from the cavalrymen by the stream, but they were three hundred yards off and

could not see us. Peter was sent forward to scout in the courtyard. In the building itself there was but one

Meantime I crawled along beside the wall to where the car stood, and had a look at it. It was a splendid

sixcylinder affair, brand new, with the tyres little worn. There were seven tins of petrol stacked behind as

well as spare tyres, and, looking in, I saw mapcases and fieldglasses strewn on the seats as if the owners had

'There are men in the upper room,' he said; 'more than one, for I heard their voices. They are moving about

I reckoned that there was no time to be lost, so I told the others to slip down the road fifty yards beyond the

caravanserai and be ready to climb in as I passed. I had to start the infernal thing, and there might be

I waited by the car till I saw them reach the right distance. I could hear voices from the second floor of the

house and footsteps moving up and down. I was in a fever of anxiety, for any moment a man might come to

The cold made the job difficult, and my heart was in my mouth, for the noise in that quiet place must have

woke the dead. Then, by the mercy of Heaven, the engine started, and I sprang to the driving seat, released

the clutch, and opened the throttle. The great car shot forward, and I seemed to hear behind me shrill voices.

A pistol bullet bored through my hat, and another buried itself in a cushion beside me.

In a second I was clear of the place and the rest of the party were embarking. Blenkiron got on the step and

rolled himself like a sack of coals into the tonneau. Peter nipped up beside me, and Hussin scrambled in from

the back over the folds of the hood. We had our baggage in our pockets and had nothing to carry.

Bullets dropped round us, but did no harm. Then I heard a report at my ear, and out of a corner of my eye saw

Peter lower his pistol. Presently we were out of range, and, looking back, I saw three men gesticulating in the

'May the devil fly away with this pistol,' said Peter ruefully. 'I never could make good shooting with a little

'What did you shoot for?' I asked in amazement. 'We've got the fellows' car, and we don't want to do them

'It would have saved trouble had I had my rifle,' said Peter, quietly. 'The little man you call Rasta was there,

and he knew you. I heard him cry your name. He is an angry little man, and I observe that on this road there

From that moment I date the beginning of my madness. Suddenly I forgot all cares and difficulties of the

present and future and became foolishly lighthearted. We were rushing towards the great battle where men

were busy at my proper trade. I realized how much I had loathed the lonely days in Germany, and still more

the dawdling week in Constantinople. Now I was clear of it all, and bound for the clash of armies. It didn't

trouble me that we were on the wrong side of the battle line. I had a sort of instinct that the darker and wilder

'Seems to me,' said Blenkiron, bending over me, 'that this joyride is going to come to an untimely end pretty

soon. Peter's right. That young man will set the telegraph going, and we'll be held up at the next township.'

'He's got to get to a telegraph office first,' I answered. 'That's where we have the pull on him. He's welcome to

the screws we left behind, and if he finds an operator before the evening I'm the worst kind of a Dutchman.

I'm going to break all the rules and bucket this car for what she's worth. Don't you see that the nearer we get

'I don't follow,' he said slowly. 'At Erzerum I reckon they'll be waiting for us with the handcuffs. Why in

thunder couldn't those hairy ragamuffins keep the little cuss safe? Your record's a bit too precipitous, Major,

'Do you remember what you said about the Germans being open to bluff? Well, I'm going to put up the

steepest sort of bluff. Of course they'll stop us. Rasta will do his damnedest. But remember that he and his

friends are not very popular with the Germans, and Madame von Einem is. We're her proteges, and the bigger

the German swell I get before the safer I'll feel. We've got our passports and our orders, and he'll be a bold

man that will stop us once we get into the German zone. Therefore I'm going to hurry as fast as God will let

It was a ride that deserved to have an epic written about it. The car was good, and I handled her well, though I

say it who shouldn't. The road in that big central plain was fair, and often I knocked fifty miles an hour out of

her. We passed troops by a circuit over the veld, where we took some awful risks, and once we skidded by

some transport with our off wheels almost over the lip of a ravine. We went through the narrow streets of

Siwas like a fireengine, while I shouted out in German that we carried despatches for headquarters. We shot

out of drizzling rain into brief spells of winter sunshine, and then into a snow blizzard which all but whipped

the skin from our faces. And always before us the long road unrolled, with somewhere at the end of it two

That night we looked for no lodging. We ate a sort of meal in the car with the hood up, and felt our way on in

the darkness, for the headlights were in perfect order. Then we turned off the road for four hours' sleep, and I

had a go at the map. Before dawn we started again, and came over a pass into the vale of a big river. The

winter dawn showed its gleaming stretches, icebound among the sprinkled meadows. I called to Blenkiron:

'I believe that river is the Euphrates,' I said. 'So,' he said, acutely interested. 'Then that's the waters of

Babylon. Great snakes, that I should have lived to see the fields where King Nebuchadnezzar grazed! Do you

We were among the hills now, great, rocky, black slopes, and, seen through side glens, a hinterland of snowy

peaks. I remember I kept looking for the _castrol I had seen in my dream. The thing had never left off

haunting me, and I was pretty clear now that it did not belong to my South African memories. I am not a

superstitious man, but the way that little _kranz clung to my mind made me think it was a warning sent by

Providence. I was pretty certain that when I clapped eyes on it I would be in for bad trouble.

All morning we travelled up that broad vale, and just before noon it spread out wider, the road dipped to the

water's edge, and I saw before me the white roofs of a town. The snow was deep now, and lay down to the

riverside, but the sky had cleared, and against a space of blue heaven some peaks to the south rose glittering

like jewels. The arches of a bridge, spanning two forks of the stream, showed in front, and as I slowed down

at the bend a sentry's challenge rang out from a blockhouse. We had reached the fortress of Erzingjan, the

I showed the man our passports, but he did not salute and let us move on. He called another fellow from the

guardhouse, who motioned us to keep pace with him as he stumped down a side lane. At the other end was a

big barracks with sentries outside. The man spoke to us in Turkish, which Hussin interpreted. There was

'By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept,' quoted Blenkiron softly. 'I fear, Major, we'll soon be

I tried to persuade myself that this was merely the red tape of a frontier fortress, but I had an instinct that

difficulties were in store for us. If Rasta had started wiring I was prepared to put up the brazenest bluff, for

we were still eighty miles from Erzerum, and at all costs we were going to be landed there before night.

A fussy staffofficer met us at the door. At the sight of us he cried to a friend to come and look.

'Here are the birds safe. A fat man and two lean ones and a savage who looks like a Kurd. Call the guard and

'Pardon me, Sir,' I said, 'but we have no time to spare and we'd like to be in Erzerum before the dark. I would

beg you to get through any formalities as soon as possible. This man,' and I pointed to the sentry, 'has our

passports.' 'Compose yourself,' he said impudently; 'you're not going on just yet, and when you do it won't be

in a stolen car.' He took the passports and fingered them casually. Then something he saw there made him

I spoke very gently. 'You seem to be the victim of a mistake, sir. These are our papers. We are under orders to

report ourselves at Erzerum without an hour's delay. Whoever hinders us will have to answer to General von

'You can't see General Posselt,' he said; 'this is my business. I have a wire from Siwas that four men stole a

car belonging to one of Enver Damad's staff. It describes you all, and says that two of you are notorious spies

'Only that it is rubbish. My good Sir, you have seen our passes. Our errand is not to be cried on the housetops,

but five minutes with General Posselt will make things clear. You will be exceedingly sorry for it if you delay

He was impressed in spite of himself, and after pulling his moustache turned on his heel and left us. Presently

he came back and said very gruffly that the Governor would see us. We followed him along a corridor into a

big room looking out on the river, where an oldish fellow sat in an armchair by a stove, writing letters with

This was Posselt, who had been Governor of Erzerum till he fell sick and Ahmed Fevzi took his place. He

had a peevish mouth and big blue pouches below his eyes. He was supposed to be a good engineer and to

have made Erzerum impregnable, but the look on his face gave me the impression that his reputation at the

'Yes, yes, I know,' he said testily. 'Are these the men? They look a pretty lot of scoundrels. What's that you

say? They deny it. But they've got the car. They can't deny that. Here, you,' and he fixed on Blenkiron, 'who

Blenkiron smiled sleepily at him, not understanding one word, and I took up the parable.

'Our passports, Sir, give our credentials,' I said. He glanced through them, and his face lengthened.

'It is quite true,' I said, 'but I would prefer to use a pleasanter word. You will see from our papers that every

authority on the road is directed to give us the best transport. Our own car broke down, and after a long delay

we got some wretched horses. It is vitally important that we should be in Erzerum without delay, so I took the

liberty of appropriating an empty car we found outside an inn. I am sorry for the discomfort of the owners,

'I see no reason why I shouldn't give you his name. It was Rasta Bey. You've picked an awkward fellow to

I did not smile but laughed. 'Rasta!' I cried. 'He's one of Enver's satellites. That explains many things. I should

He nodded to the staffofficer, and when he had gone I put on my most Bible face and looked as important as

'I can speak freely,' I said, 'for I am speaking to a soldier of Germany. There is no love lost between Enver

and those I serve. I need not tell you that. This Rasta thought he had found a chance of delaying us, so he

invents this trash about spies. Those Comitadjis have spies on the brain ... Especially he hates Frau von

He got up and walked to a table, whence he turned a puzzled face on me. 'I'm torn in two between the Turks

and my own countrymen. If I please one I offend the other, and the result is a damnable confusion. You can

go on to Erzerum, but I shall send a man with you to see that you report to headquarters there. I'm sorry,

gentlemen, but I'm obliged to take no chances in this business. Rasta's got a grievance against you, but you

can easily hide behind the lady's skirts. She passed through this town two days ago.'

Ten minutes later we were coasting through the slush of the narrow streets with a stolid German lieutenant

The afternoon was one of those rare days when in the pauses of snow you have a spell of weather as mild as

May. I remembered several like it during our winter's training in Hampshire. The road was a fine one, well

engineered, and well kept too, considering the amount of traffic. We were little delayed, for it was

sufficiently broad to let us pass troops and transport without slackening pace. The fellow at my side was

goodhumoured enough, but his presence naturally put the lid on our conversation. I didn't want to talk,

however. I was trying to piece together a plan, and making very little of it, for I had nothing to go upon. We

must find Hilda von Einem and Sandy, and between us we must wreck the Greenmantle business. That done,

it didn't matter so much what happened to us. As I reasoned it out, the Turks must be in a bad way, and,

unless they got a fillip from Greenmantle, would crumple up before the Russians. In the rout I hoped we

might get a chance to change our sides. But it was no good looking so far forward; the first thing was to get to

Now I was still in the mood of reckless bravado which I had got from bagging the car. I did not realize how

thin our story was, and how easily Rasta might have a big graft at headquarters. If I had, I would have shot

out the German lieutenant long before we got to Erzerum, and found some way of getting mixed up in the

ruck of the population. Hussin could have helped me to that. I was getting so confident since our interview

But my main business that afternoon was pure nonsense. I was trying to find my little hill. At every turn of

the road I expected to see the _castrol before us. You must know that ever since I could stand I have been

crazy about high mountains. My father took me to Basutoland when I was a boy, and I reckon I have

scrambled over almost every bit of upland south of the Zambesi, from the Hottentots Holland to the

Zoutpansberg, and from the ugly yellow kopjes of Damaraland to the noble cliffs of Mont aux Sources. One

of the things I had looked forward to in coming home was the chance of climbing the Alps. But now I was

among peaks that I fancied were bigger than the Alps, and I could hardly keep my eyes on the road. I was

pretty certain that my _castrol was among them, for that dream had taken an almighty hold on my mind.

Funnily enough, I was ceasing to think it a place of evil omen, for one soon forgets the atmosphere of

nightmare. But I was convinced that it was a thing I was destined to see, and to see pretty soon.

Darkness fell when we were some miles short of the city, and the last part was difficult driving. On both sides

of the road transport and engineers' stores were parked, and some of it strayed into the highway. I noticed lots

of small details machinegun detachments, signalling parties, squads of stretcherbearers which mean

the fringe of an army, and as soon as the night began the white fingers of searchlights began to grope in the

And then, above the hum of the roadside, rose the voice of the great guns. The shells were bursting four or

five miles away, and the guns must have been as many more distant. But in that upland pocket of plain in the

frosty night they sounded most intimately near. They kept up their solemn litany, with a minute's interval

between each no _rafale which rumbles like a drum, but the steady persistence of artillery exactly ranged

on a target. I judged they must be bombarding the outer forts, and once there came a loud explosion and a red

It was a sound I had not heard for five months, and it fairly crazed me. I remembered how I had first heard it

on the ridge before Laventie. Then I had been halfafraid, halfsolemnized, but every nerve had been

quickened. Then it had been the new thing in my life that held me breathless with anticipation; now it was the

old thing, the thing I had shared with so many good fellows, my proper work, and the only task for a man. At

the sound of the guns I felt that I was moving in natural air once more. I felt that I was coming home.

We were stopped at a long line of ramparts, and a German sergeant stared at us till he saw the lieutenant

beside me, when he saluted and we passed on. Almost at once we dipped into narrow twisting streets, choked

with soldiers, where it was hard business to steer. There were few lights only now and then the flare of a

torch which showed the grey stone houses, with every window latticed and shuttered. I had put out my

headlights and had only side lamps, so we had to pick our way gingerly through the labyrinth. I hoped we

would strike Sandy's quarters soon, for we were all pretty empty, and a frost had set in which made our thick

The lieutenant did the guiding. We had to present our passports, and I anticipated no more difficulty than in

landing from the boat at Boulogne. But I wanted to get it over, for my hunger pinched me and it was

fearsome cold. Still the guns went on, like hounds baying before a quarry. The city was out of range, but

At last we reached our goal and marched through a fine old carved archway into a courtyard, and thence into

'You must see the _Sektionschef,' said our guide. I looked round to see if we were all there, and noticed that

We followed as we were directed through an open door. There was a man standing with his back towards us

looking at a wall map, a very big man with a neck that bulged over his collar. I would have known that neck

among a million. At the sight of it I made a halfturn to bolt back. It was too late, for the door had closed

The man slewed round and looked into my eyes. I had a despairing hope that I might bluff it out, for I was in

different clothes and had shaved my beard. But you cannot spend ten minutes in a deathgrapple without your

He went very pale, then recollected himself and twisted his features into the old grin.

'And you, Herr Blenkiron? I never liked the look of you. You babbled too much, like all your damned

'I guess your personal dislikes haven't got anything to do with the matter,' said Blenkiron, calmly. 'If you're

the boss here, I'll thank you to cast your eye over these passports, for we can't stand waiting for ever.'

This fairly angered him. 'I'll teach you manners,' he cried, and took a step forward to reach for Blenkiron's

Blenkiron never took his hands from his coat pockets. 'Keep your distance,' he drawled in a new voice. 'I've

got you covered, and I'll make a hole in your bullet head if you lay a hand on me.'

With an effort Stumm recovered himself. He rang a bell and fell to smiling. An orderly appeared to whom he

'I'm going to have you disarmed, gentlemen,' he said. 'We can conduct our conversation more pleasantly

It was idle to resist. We surrendered our arms, Peter almost in tears with vexation. Stumm swung his legs

'Your game is up, you know,' he said. 'These fools of Turkish police said the Dutchmen were dead, but I had

the happier inspiration. I believed the good God had spared them for me. When I got Rasta's telegram I was

certain, for your doings reminded me of a little trick you once played me on the Schwandorf road. But I didn't

think to find this plump old partridge,' and he smiled at Blenkiron. 'Two eminent American engineers and

their servant bound for Mesopotamia on business of high Government importance! It was a good lie; but if I

had been in Constantinople it would have had a short life. Rasta and his friends are no concern of mine. You

can trick them as you please. But you have attempted to win the confidence of a certain lady, and her interests

are mine. Likewise you have offended me, and I do not forgive. By God,' he cried, his voice growing shrill

with passion, 'by the time I have done with you your mothers in their graves will weep that they ever bore

It was Blenkiron who spoke. His voice was as level as the chairman's of a bogus company, and it fell on that

'I don't take no stock in highfalutin'. If you're trying to scare me by that dimenovel talk I guess you've hit

the wrong man. You're like the sweep that stuck in the chimney, a bit too big for your job. I reckon you've a

talent for romance that's just wasted in soldiering. But if you're going to play any ugly games on me I'd like

you to know that I'm an American citizen, and pretty well considered in my own country and in yours, and

I don't know what Stumm's plans were, but that speech of Blenkiron's put into his mind just the needed

amount of uncertainty. You see, he had Peter and me right enough, but he hadn't properly connected

Blenkiron with us, and was afraid either to hit out at all three, or to let Blenkiron go. It was lucky for us that

'There is no hurry,' he said blandly. 'We shall have long happy hours together. I'm going to take you all home

with me, for I am a hospitable soul. You will be safer with me than in the town gaol, for it's a trifle draughty.

Again he gave an order, and we were marched out, each with a soldier at his elbow. The three of us were

bundled into the back seat of the car, while two men sat before us with their rifles between their knees, one

got up behind on the baggage rack, and one sat beside Stumm's chauffeur. Packed like sardines we moved

Hussin had disappeared from the face of the earth, and quite right too. He was a good fellow, but he had no

'I've often regretted,' said Blenkiron, 'that miracles have left off happening.'

He got no answer, for I was feeling the walls for something in the nature of a window.

'For I reckon,' he went on, 'that it wants a good oldfashioned copperbottomed miracle to get us out of this

fix. It's plumb against all my principles. I've spent my life using the talents God gave me to keep things from

getting to the point of rude violence, and so far I've succeeded. But now you come along, Major, and you

hustle a respectable middleaged citizen into an aboriginal mixup. It's mighty indelicate. I reckon the next

'No more am I,' I answered; 'but I'm hanged if I'll chuck up the sponge. Sandy's somewhere outside, and he's

I simply could not feel the despair which by every law of common sense was due to the case. The guns had

intoxicated me. I could still hear their deep voices, though yards of wood and stone separated us from the

What vexed us most was our hunger. Barring a few mouthfuls on the road we had eaten nothing since the

morning, and as our diet for the past days had not been generous we had some leeway to make up. Stumm

had never looked near us since we were shoved into the car. We had been brought to some kind of house and

bundled into a place like a winecellar. It was pitch dark, and after feeling round the walls, first on my feet

and then on Peter's back, I decided that there were no windows. It must have been lit and ventilated by some

lattice in the ceiling. There was not a stick of furniture in the place: nothing but a damp earth floor and bare

stone sides, The door was a relic of the Iron Age, and I could hear the paces of a sentry outside it.

When things get to the pass that nothing you can do can better them, the only thing is to live for the moment.

All three of us sought in sleep a refuge from our empty stomachs. The floor was the poorest kind of bed, but

we rolled up our coats for pillows and made the best of it. Soon I knew by Peter's regular breathing that he

I was awakened by a pressure below my left ear. I thought it was Peter, for it is the old hunter's trick of

waking a man so that he makes no noise. But another voice spoke. It told me that there was no time to lose

Peter was awake, and we stirred Blenkiron out of heavy slumber. We were bidden take off our boots and

hang them by their laces round our necks as country boys do when they want to go barefoot. Then we tiptoed

Outside was a passage with a flight of steps at one end which led to the open air. On these steps lay a faint

shine of starlight, and by its help I saw a man huddled up at the foot of them. It was our sentry, neatly and

The steps brought us to a little courtyard about which the walls of the houses rose like cliffs. We halted while

Hussin listened intently. Apparently the coast was clear and our guide led us to one side, which was clothed

by a stout wooden trellis. Once it may have supported figtrees, but now the plants were dead and only

It was child's play for Peter and me to go up that trellis, but it was the deuce and all for Blenkiron. He was in

poor condition and puffed like a grampus, and he seemed to have no sort of head for heights. But he was as

game as a buffalo, and started in gallantly till his arms gave out and he fairly stuck. So Peter and I went up on

each side of him, taking an arm apiece, as I had once seen done to a man with vertigo in the Kloof Chimney

on Table Mountain. I was mighty thankful when I got him panting on the top and Hussin had shinned up

We crawled along a broadish wall, with an inch or two of powdery snow on it, and then up a sloping buttress

on to the flat roof of the house. It was a miserable business for Blenkiron, who would certainly have fallen if

he could have seen what was below him, and Peter and I had to stand to attention all the time. Then began a

more difficult job. Hussin pointed out a ledge which took us past a stack of chimneys to another building

slightly lower, this being the route he fancied. At that I sat down resolutely and put on my boots, and the

others followed. Frostbitten feet would be a poor asset in this kind of travelling.

It was a bad step for Blenkiron, and we only got him past it by Peter and I spreadeagling ourselves against

the wall and passing him in front of us with his face towards us. We had no grip, and if he had stumbled we

should all three have been in the courtyard. But we got it over, and dropped as softly as possible on to the

roof of the next house. Hussin had his finger on his lips, and I soon saw why. For there was a lighted window

Some imp prompted me to wait behind and explore. The others followed Hussin and were soon at the far end

of the roof, where a kind of wooden pavilion broke the line, while I tried to get a look inside. The window

was curtained, and had two folding sashes which clasped in the middle. Through a gap in the curtain I saw a

I watched him, fascinated, as he turned to consult some document and made a marking on the map before

him. Then he suddenly rose, stretched himself, cast a glance at the window, and went out of the room,

making a great clatter in descending the wooden staircase. He left the door ajar and the lamp burning.

I guessed he had gone to have a look at his prisoners, in which case the show was up. But what filled my

mind was an insane desire to get a sight of his map. It was one of those mad impulses which utterly cloud

right reason, a thing independent of any plan, a crazy leap in the dark. But it was so strong that I would have

There was no need, for the flimsy clasp gave at the first pull, and the sashes swung open. I scrambled in, after

listening for steps on the stairs. I crumpled up the map and stuck it in my pocket, as well as the paper from

which I had seen him copying. Very carefully I removed all marks of my entry, brushed away the snow from

the boards, pulled back the curtain, got out and refastened the window. Still there was no sound of his return.

I found them shivering in the roof pavilion. 'We've got to move pretty fast,' I said, 'for I've just been burgling

old Stumm's private cabinet. Hussin, my lad, d'you hear that? They may be after us any moment, so I pray

Hussin understood. He led us at a smart pace from one roof to another, for here they were all of the same

height, and only low parapets and screens divided them. We never saw a soul, for a winter's night is not the

time you choose to saunter on your housetop. I kept my ears open for trouble behind us, and in about five

minutes I heard it. A riot of voices broke out, with one louder than the rest, and, looking back, I saw lanterns

Hussin gave one glance behind and then hurried us on at breakneck pace, with old Blenkiron gasping and

stumbling. The shouts behind us grew louder, as if some eye quicker than the rest had caught our movement

in the starlit darkness. it was very evident that if they kept up the chase we should be caught, for Blenkiron

Presently we came to a big drop, with a kind of ladder down it, and at the foot a shallow ledge running to the

left into a pit of darkness. Hussin gripped my arm and pointed down it. 'Follow it,' he whispered, 'and you

will reach a roof which spans a street. Cross it, and on the other side is a mosque. Turn to the right there and

you will find easy going for fifty metres, well screened from the higher roofs. For Allah's sake keep in the

He hurried us along the ledge for a bit and then went back, and with snow from the corners covered up our

tracks. After that he went straight on himself, taking strange short steps like a bird. I saw his game. He

wanted to lead our pursuers after him, and he had to multiply the tracks and trust to Stumm's fellows not

But I had quite enough to think of in getting Blenkiron along that ledge. He was pretty nearly foundered, he

was in a sweat of terror, and as a matter of fact he was taking one of the biggest risks of his life, for we had

no rope and his neck depended on himself. I could hear him invoking some unknown deity called Holy Mike.

But he ventured gallantly, and we got to the roof which ran across the street. That was easier, though ticklish

enough, but it was no joke skirting the cupola of that infernal mosque. At last we found the parapet and

breathed more freely, for we were now under shelter from the direction of danger. I spared a moment to look

The hunt was proceeding along the roofs parallel to the one we were lodged on. I saw the flicker of the

lanterns, waved up and down as the bearers slipped in the snow, and I heard their cries like hounds on a trail.

Stumm was not among them: he had not the shape for that sort of business. They passed us and continued to

our left, now hid by a jutting chimney, now clear to view against the sky line. The roofs they were on were

perhaps six feet higher than ours, so even from our shelter we could mark their course. If Hussin were going

to be hunted across Erzerum it was a bad lookout for us, for I hadn't the foggiest notion where we were or

But as we watched we saw something more. The wavering lanterns were now three or four hundred yards

away, but on the roofs just opposite us across the street there appeared a man's figure. I thought it was one of

the hunters, and we all crouched lower, and then I recognized the lean agility of Hussin. He must have

doubled back, keeping in the dusk to the left of the pursuit, and taking big risks in the open places. But there

he was now, exactly in front of us, and separated only by the width of the narrow street.

He took a step backward, gathered himself for a spring, and leaped clean over the gap. Like a cat he lighted

on the parapet above us, and stumbled forward with the impetus right on our heads.

'We are safe for the moment,' he whispered, 'but when they miss me they will return. We must make good

The next halfhour was a maze of twists and turns, slipping down icy roofs and climbing icier

chimneystacks. The stir of the city had gone, and from the black streets below came scarcely a sound. But

always the great tattoo of guns beat in the east. Gradually we descended to a lower level, till we emerged on

the top of a shed in a courtyard. Hussin gave an odd sort of cry, like a demented owl, and something began to

It was a big covered wagon, full of bundles of forage, and drawn by four mules. As we descended from the

shed into the frozen litter of the yard, a man came out of the shade and spoke low to Hussin. Peter and I lifted

Blenkiron into the cart, and scrambled in beside him, and I never felt anything more blessed than the warmth

and softness of that place after the frosty roofs. I had forgotten all about my hunger, and only yearned for

Then Blenkiron began to laugh, a deep internal rumble which shook him violently and brought down a heap

of forage on his head. I thought it was hysterics, the relief from the tension of the past hour. But it wasn't. His

body might be out of training, but there was never anything the matter with his nerves. He was consumed

'Say, Major,' he gasped, 'I don't usually cherish dislikes for my fellow men, but somehow I didn't cotton to

Colonel Stumm. But now I almost love him. You hit his jaw very bad in Germany, and now you've annexed

his private file, and I guess it's important or he wouldn't have been so mighty set on steeplechasing over

those roofs. I haven't done such a thing since I broke into neighbour Brown's woodshed to steal his tame

'possum, and that's forty years back. It's the first piece of genooine amusement I've struck in this game, and I

haven't laughed so much since old Jim Hooker told the tale of "Cousin Sally Dillard" when we were hunting

ducks in Michigan and his wife's brother had an apoplexy in the night and died of it.'

To the accompaniment of Blenkiron's chuckles I did what Peter had done in the first minute, and fell asleep.

When I woke it was still dark. The wagon had stopped in a courtyard which seemed to be shaded by great

trees. The snow lay deeper here, and by the feel of the air we had left the city and climbed to higher ground.

There were big buildings on one side, and on the other what looked like the lift of a hill. No lights were

shown, the place was in profound gloom, but I felt the presence near me of others besides Hussin and the

We were hurried, Blenkiron only half awake, into an outbuilding, and then down some steps to a roomy

cellar. There Hussin lit a lantern, which showed what had once been a storehouse for fruit. Old husks still

strewed the floor and the place smelt of apples. Straw had been piled in corners for beds, and there was a rude

'In the house of the Master,' he said. 'You will be safe here, but you must keep still till the Master comes.'

Hussin nodded, and from a wallet brought out some food raisins and cold meat and a loaf of bread. We fell

on it like vultures, and as we ate Hussin disappeared. I noticed that he locked the door behind him.

As soon as the meal was ended the others returned to their interrupted sleep. But I was wakeful now and my

mind was sharpset on many things. I got Blenkiron's electric torch and lay down on the divan to study

The first glance showed me that I had lit on a treasure. It was the staff map of the Erzerum defences, showing

the forts and the field trenches, with little notes scribbled in Stumm's neat small handwriting. I got out the big

map which I had taken from Blenkiron, and made out the general lie of the land. I saw the horseshoe of Deve

Boyun to the east which the Russian guns were battering. Stumm's was just like the kind of squared artillery

map we used in France, 1 in 10,000, with spidery red lines showing the trenches, but with the difference that

it was the Turkish trenches that were shown in detail and the Russian only roughly indicated. The thing was

really a confidential plan of the whole Erzerum _enceinte, and would be worth untold gold to the enemy. No

The Deve Boyun lines seemed to me monstrously strong, and I remembered the merits of the Turk as a

fighter behind strong defences. It looked as if Russia were up against a second Plevna or a new Gallipoli.

Then I took to studying the flanks. South lay the Palantuken range of mountains, with forts defending the

passes, where ran the roads to Mush and Lake Van. That side, too, looked pretty strong. North in the valley of

the Euphrates I made out two big forts, Tafta and Kara Gubek, defending the road from Olti. On this part of

the map Stumm's notes were plentiful, and I gave them all my attention. I remembered Blenkiron's news

about the Russians advancing on a broad front, for it was clear that Stumm was taking pains about the flank

Kara Gubek was the point of interest. It stood on a rib of land between two peaks, which from the contour

lines rose very steep. So long as it was held it was clear that no invader could move down the Euphrates glen.

Stumm had appended a note to the peaks '_not _fortified'; and about two miles to the northeast there was a

red cross and the name '_Prjevalsky'. I assumed that to be the farthest point yet reached by the right wing of

Then I turned to the paper from which Stumm had copied the jottings on to his map. It was typewritten, and

consisted of notes on different points. One was headed '_Kara _Gubek' and read: '__No time to fortify

adjacent peaks. Difficult for enemy to get batteries there, but not impossible. This the real point of danger, for

if Prjevalsky wins the Peaks Kara Gubek and Tafta must fall, and enemy will be on left rear of Deve Boyun

I was soldier enough to see the tremendous importance of this note. On Kara Gubek depended the defence of

Erzerum, and it was a broken reed if one knew where the weakness lay. Yet, searching the map again, I could

not believe that any mortal commander would see any chance in the adjacent peaks, even if he thought them

unfortified. That was information confined to the Turkish and German staff. But if it could be conveyed to

the Grand Duke he would have Erzerum in his power in a day. Otherwise he would go on battering at the

Deve Boyun ridge for weeks, and long ere he won it the Gallipoli divisions would arrive, he would be

My discovery set me pacing up and down that cellar in a perfect fever of excitement. I longed for wireless, a

carrier pigeon, an aeroplane anything to bridge over that space of half a dozen miles between me and the

Russian lines. It was maddening to have stumbled on vital news and to be wholly unable to use it. How could

three fugitives in a cellar, with the whole hornet's nest of Turkey and Germany stirred up against them, hope

I went back to the map and examined the nearest Russian positions. They were carefully marked. Prjevalsky

in the north, the main force beyond Deve Boyun, and the southern columns up to the passes of the Palantuken

but not yet across them. I could not know which was nearest to us till I discovered where we were. And as I

thought of this I began to see the rudiments of a desperate plan. It depended on Peter, now slumbering like a

Hussin had locked the door and I must wait for information till he came back. But suddenly I noticed a trap in

the roof, which had evidently been used for raising and lowering the cellar's stores. It looked illfitting and

might be unbarred, so I pulled the table below it, and found that with a little effort I could raise the flap. I

knew I was taking immense risks, but I was so keen on my plan that I disregarded them. After some trouble I

got the thing prised open, and catching the edges of the hole with my fingers raised my body and got my

It was the outbuilding of which our refuge was the cellar, and it was half filled with light. Not a soul was

there, and I hunted about till I found what I wanted. This was a ladder leading to a sort of loft, which in turn

gave access to the roof. Here I had to be very careful, for I might be overlooked from the high buildings. But

by good luck there was a trellis for grape vines across the place, which gave a kind of shelter. Lying flat on

Looking north I saw the city in a haze of morning smoke, and, beyond, the plain of the Euphrates and the

opening of the glen where the river left the hills. Up there, among the snowy heights, were Tafta and Kara

Gubek. To the east was the ridge of Deve Boyun, where the mist was breaking before the winter's sun. On the

roads up to it I saw transport moving, I saw the circle of the inner forts, but for a moment the guns were

silent. South rose a great wall of white mountain, which I took to be the Palantuken. I could see the roads

running to the passes, and the smoke of camps and horselines right under the cliffs.

I had learned what I needed. We were in the outbuildings of a big country house two or three miles south of

the city. The nearest point of the Russian front was somewhere in the foothills of the Palantuken.

As I descended I heard, thin and faint and beautiful, like the cry of a wild bird, the muezzin from the minarets

When I dropped through the trap the others were awake. Hussin was setting food on the table, and viewing

'It's all right,' I said; 'I won't do it again, for I've found out all I wanted. Peter, old man, the biggest job of your

'I'm willing, Dick,' he said. 'But you mustn't ask me to be friends with Stumm. He makes my stomach cold,

For the first time he had stopped calling me 'Cornelis'. The day of makebelieve was over for all of us.

I spread out the maps on the divan. There was no light in the place but Blenkiron's electric torch, for Hussin

had put out the lantern. Peter got his nose into the things at once, for his intelligence work in the Boer War

had made him handy with maps. It didn't want much telling from me to explain to him the importance of the

'That news is worth many a million pounds,' said he, wrinkling his brows, and scratching delicately the tip of

Peter cogitated. 'There is but one way. A man must take it. Once, I remember, when we fought the Matabele

it was necessary to find out whether the chief Makapan was living. Some said he had died, others that he'd

gone over the Portuguese border, but I believed he lived. No native could tell us, and since his kraal was well

Peter lifted up his head and laughed. 'The man found the chief Makapan. He was very much alive, and made

good shooting with a shotgun. But the man brought the chief Makapan out of his kraal and handed him over

to the Mounted Police. You remember Captain Arcoll, Dick Jim Arcoll? Well, Jim laughed so much that he

'_Ja. I was the man. There are more ways of getting into kraals than there are ways of keeping people out.'

'For certain, Dick. I am getting stiff with doing nothing, and if I sit in houses much longer I shall grow old. A

man bet me five pounds on the ship that I could not get through a trenchline, and if there had been a

trenchline handy I would have taken him on. I will be very happy, Dick, but I do not say I will succeed. It is

I showed him what I thought the likeliest place in the spurs of the Palantuken mountains. Peter's way of

doing things was all his own. He scraped earth and plaster out of a corner and sat down to make a little model

of the landscape on the table, following the contours of the map. He did it extraordinarily neatly, for, like all

great hunters, he was as deft as a weaver bird. He puzzled over it for a long time, and conned the map till he

must have got it by heart. Then he took his fieldglasses a very good single Zeiss which was part of the

spoils from Rasta's motorcar and announced that he was going to follow my example and get on to the

housetop. Presently his legs disappeared through the trap, and Blenkiron and I were left to our reflections.

Peter must have found something uncommon interesting, for he stayed on the roof the better part of the day.

It was a dull job for us, since there was no light, and Blenkiron had not even the consolation of a game of

Patience. But for all that he was in good spirits, for he had had no dyspepsia since we left Constantinople, and

announced that he believed he was at last getting even with his darned duodenum. As for me I was pretty

restless, for I could not imagine what was detaining Sandy. It was clear that our presence must have been kept

secret from Hilda von Einem, for she was a pal of Stumm's, and he must by now have blown the gaff on Peter

and me. How long could this secrecy last, I asked myself. We had now no sort of protection in the whole

outfit. Rasta and the Turks wanted our blood: so did Stumm and the Germans; and once the lady found we

were deceiving her she would want it most of all. Our only hope was Sandy, and he gave no sign of his

And yet I wasn't really depressed, only impatient. I could never again get back to the beastly stagnation of

that Constantinople week. The guns kept me cheerful. There was the devil of a bombardment all day, and the

thought that our Allies were thundering there half a dozen miles off gave me a perfectly groundless hope. If

they burst through the defence Hilda von Einem and her prophet and all our enemies would be overwhelmed

in the deluge. And that blessed chance depended very much on old Peter, now brooding like a pigeon on the

It was not till the late afternoon that Hussin appeared again. He took no notice of Peter's absence, but lit a

lantern and set it on the table. Then he went to the door and waited. Presently a light step fell on the stairs,

and Hussin drew back to let someone enter. He promptly departed and I heard the key turn in the lock behind

Sandy stood there, but a new Sandy who made Blenkiron and me jump to our feet. The pelts and skincap

had gone, and he wore instead a long linen tunic clasped at the waist by a broad girdle. A strange green

turban adorned his head, and as he pushed it back I saw that his hair had been shaved. He looked like some

acolyte a weary acolyte, for there was no spring in his walk or nerve in his carriage. He dropped numbly on

the divan and laid his head in his hands. The lantern showed his haggard eyes with dark lines beneath them.

'Not sick,' he said hoarsely. 'My body is right enough, but the last few days I have been living in hell.'

Blenkiron nodded sympathetically. That was how he himself would have described the company of the lady.

His eyes were like a sleepwalker's, unwinking, unseeing. 'Great heavens, man, you've been drugged!' I said.

'Drugged,' he cried, with a weary laugh. 'Yes, I have been drugged, but not by any physic. No one has been

doctoring my food. But you can't go through hell without getting your eyes redhot.'

I kept my grip on his wrists. 'Take your time, old chap, and tell us about it. Blenkiron and I are here, and old

'It does me good to hear your voice, Dick,' he said. 'It reminds me of clean, honest things.'

'They'll come back, never fear. We're at the last lap now. One more spurt and it's over. You've got to tell me

He shivered like a frightened colt. 'Woman!' he cried. 'Does a woman drag a man through the netherpit?

She's a shedevil. Oh, it isn't madness that's wrong with her. She's as sane as you and as cool as Blenkiron.

Her life is an infernal game of chess, and she plays with souls for pawns. She is evil evil evil.' And once

It was Blenkiron who brought sense into this hectic atmosphere. His slow, beloved drawl was an antiseptic

'Say, boy,' he said, 'I feel just like you about the lady. But our job is not to investigate her character. Her

Maker will do that good and sure some day. We've got to figure how to circumvent her, and for that you've

'Greenmantle died that night I saw you. We buried him secretly by her order in the garden of the villa. Then

came the trouble about his successor ... The four Ministers would be no party to a swindle. They were honest

men, and vowed that their task now was to make a tomb for their master and pray for the rest of their days at

his shrine. They were as immovable as a granite hill and she knew it. ... Then they, too, died.'

'Murdered ... all four in one morning. I do not know how, but I helped to bury them. Oh, she had Germans

and Kurds to do her foul work, but their hands were clean compared to hers. Pity me, Dick, for I have seen

honesty and virtue put to the shambles and have abetted the deed when it was done. It will haunt me to my

'Why do I wear these clothes? Because I am Greenmantle. I am the _Kaabaihurriyeh for all Islam. In three

days' time I will reveal myself to my people and wear on my breast the green ephod of the prophet.'

'Cheer up!' said Blenkiron soothingly. 'We'll find some prettier way than that.'

'There is no way,' he said; 'no way but death. We're done for, all of us. Hussin got you out of Stumm's

clutches, but you're in danger every moment. At the best you have three days, and then you, too, will be

I had no words to reply. This change in the bold and unshakeable Sandy took my breath away.

'She made me her accomplice,' he went on. 'I should have killed her on the graves of those innocent men. But

instead I did all she asked and joined in her game ... She was very candid, you know ... She cares no more

than Enver for the faith of Islam. She can laugh at it. But she has her own dreams, and they consume her as a

saint is consumed by his devotion. She has told me them, and if the day in the garden was hell, the days since

have been the innermost fires of Tophet. I think it is horrible to say it that she has got some kind of crazy

liking for me. When we have reclaimed the East I am to be by her side when she rides on her milkwhite

horse into Jerusalem ... And there have been moments only moments, I swear to God when I have been

Sandy's figure seemed to shrink and his voice grew shrill and wild. It was too much for Blenkiron. He

indulged in a torrent of blasphemy such as I believe had never before passed his lips.

'I'm blessed if I'll listen to this Goddarned stuff. It isn't delicate. You get busy, Major, and pump some sense

I was beginning to see what had happened. Sandy was a man of genius as much as anybody I ever struck

but he had the defects of such highstrung, fanciful souls. He would take more than mortal risks, and you

couldn't scare him by any ordinary terror. But let his old conscience get crosseyed, let him find himself in

some situation which in his eyes involved his honour, and he might go stark crazy. The woman, who roused

in me and Blenkiron only hatred, could catch his imagination and stir in him for the moment only an

unwilling response. And then came bitter and morbid repentance, and the last desperation.

It was no time to mince matters. 'Sandy, you old fool,' I cried, 'be thankful you have friends to keep you from

playing the fool. You saved my life at Loos, and I'm jolly well going to get you through this show. I'm

bossing the outfit now, and for all your confounded prophetic manners, you've got to take your orders from

me. You aren't going to reveal yourself to your people, and still less are you going to cut your throat.

Greenmantle will avenge the murder of his ministers, and make that bedlamite woman sorry she was born.

We're going to get clear away, and inside of a week we'll be having tea with the Grand Duke Nicholas.' I

wasn't bluffing. Puzzled as I was about ways and means I had still the blind belief that we should win out.

And as I spoke two legs dangled through the trap and a dusty and blinking Peter descended in our midst.

'First, you must know that we've had an almighty piece of luck. Last night Hussin took us for a walk over the

roofs of Erzerum, and by the blessing of Providence I got into Stumm's room, and bagged his staff map ...

Look there ... d'you see his notes? That's the dangerpoint of the whole defence. Once the Russians get that

fort, Kara Gubek, they've turned the main position. And it can be got; Stumm knows it can; for these two

adjacent hills are not held ... It looks a mad enterprise on paper, but Stumm knows that it is possible enough.

The question is: Will the Russians guess that? I say no, not unless someone tells them. Therefore, by hook or

Sandy's interest in ordinary things was beginning to flicker up again. He studied the map and began to

'Peter's going to have a try for it. He thinks there's a sporting chance of his getting through the lines. If he

does if he gets this map to the Grand Duke's staff then Stumm's goose is cooked. In three days the

I glanced at Peter. 'We're hardbitten fellows and can face the truth. I think the chances against success are

'Two to one,' said Peter modestly. 'Not worse than that. I don't think you're fair to me, Dick, my old friend.'

I looked at that lean, tight figure and the gentle, resolute face, and I changed my mind. 'I'm hanged if I think

there are any odds,' I said. 'With anybody else it would want a miracle, but with Peter I believe the chances

'Let me go,' Sandy cried. 'I talk the lingo, and can pass as a Turk, and I'm a million times likelier to get

'Not you. You're wanted here. If you disappear the whole show's busted too soon, and the three of us left

behind will be strung up before morning ... No, my son. You're going to escape, but it will be in company

with Blenkiron and me. We've got to blow the whole Greenmantle business so high that the bits of it will

never come to earth again ... First, tell me how many of your fellows will stick by you? I mean the

Companions.' 'The whole halfdozen. They are very worried already about what has happened. She made me

sound them in her presence, and they were quite ready to accept me as Greenmantle's successor. But they

have their suspicions about what happened at the villa, and they've no love for the woman ... They'd follow

'That's all right,' I cried. 'It is the one thing I've been doubtful about. Now observe this map. Erzerum isn't

invested by a long chalk. The Russians are round it in a broad halfmoon. That means that all the west,

southwest, and northwest is open and undefended by trench lines. There are flanks far away to the north

and south in the hills which can be turned, and once we get round a flank there's nothing between us and our

friends ... I've figured out our road,' and I traced it on the map. 'If we can make that big circuit to the west and

get over that pass unobserved we're bound to strike a Russian column the next day. It'll be a rough road, but I

fancy we've all ridden as bad in our time. But one thing we must have, and that's horses. Can we and your six

ruffians slip off in the darkness on the best beasts in this township? If you can manage that, we'll do the trick.'

Sandy sat down and pondered. Thank heaven, he was thinking now of action and not of his own conscience.

'It must be done,' he said at last, 'but it won't be easy. Hussin's a great fellow, but as you know well, Dick,

horses right up at the battlefront are not easy to come by. Tomorrow I've got some kind of infernal fast to

observe, and the next day that woman will be coaching me for my part. We'll have to give Hussin time ... I

wish to heaven it could be tonight.' He was silent again for a bit, and then he said: 'I believe the best time

would be the third night, the eve of the Revelation. She's bound to leave me alone that night.'

'Righto,' I said. 'It won't be much fun sitting waiting in this cold sepulchre; but we must keep our heads and

risk nothing by being in a hurry. Besides, if Peter wins through, the Turk will be a busy man by the day after

The key turned in the door and Hussin stole in like a shade. It was the signal for Sandy to leave.

'You fellows have given me a new lease of life,' he said. 'I've got a plan now, and I can set my teeth and stick

He went up to Peter and gripped his hand. 'Good luck. You're the bravest man I've ever met, and I've seen a

few.' Then he turned abruptly and went out, followed by an exhortation from Blenkiron to 'Get busy about the

Then we set about equipping Peter for his crusade. It was a simple job, for we were not rich in properties. His

getup, with his thick furcollared greatcoat, was not unlike the ordinary Turkish officer seen in a dim light.

But Peter had no intention of passing for a Turk, or indeed of giving anybody the chance of seeing him, and

he was more concerned to fit in with the landscape. So he stripped off the greatcoat and pulled a grey sweater

of mine over his jacket, and put on his head a woollen helmet of the same colour. He had no need of the map

for he had long since got his route by heart, and what was once fixed in that mind stuck like wax; but I made

him take Stumm's plan and paper, hidden below his shirt. The big difficulty, I saw, would be getting to the

Russians without getting shot, assuming he passed the Turkish trenches. He could only hope that he would

strike someone with a smattering of English or German. Twice he ascended to the roof and came back

Hussin brought in our supper, and Peter made up a parcel of food. Blenkiron and I had both small flasks of

Then he held out his hand quite simply, like a good child who is going off to bed. It was too much for

Blenkiron. With large tears rolling down his face he announced that, if we all came through, he was going to

fit him into the softest berth that money could buy. I don't think he was understood, for old Peter's eyes had

now the faraway absorption of the hunter who has found game. He was thinking only of his job.

Two legs and a pair of very shabby boots vanished through the trap, and suddenly I felt utterly lonely and

desperately sad. The guns were beginning to roar again in the east, and in the intervals came the whistle of

This chapter is the tale that Peter told me long after, sitting beside a stove in the hotel at Bergen, where we

He climbed on the roof and shinned down the broken bricks of the outer wall. The outbuilding we were

lodged in abutted on a road, and was outside the proper _enceinte of the house. At ordinary times I have no

doubt there were sentries, but Sandy and Hussin had probably managed to clear them off this end for a little.

He knew very well that he must do the job in the twelve hours of darkness ahead of him. The immediate front

of a battle is a bit too public for anyone to lie hidden in by day, especially when two or three feet of snow

make everything kenspeckle. Now hurry in a job of this kind was abhorrent to Peter's soul, for, like all Boers,

his tastes were for slowness and sureness, though he could hustle fast enough when haste was needed. As he

pushed through the winter fields he reckoned up the things in his favour, and found the only one the dirty

weather. There was a high, gusty wind, blowing scuds of snow but never coming to any great fall. The frost

had gone, and the lying snow was as soft as butter. That was all to the good, he thought, for a clear, hard

The first bit was through farmlands, which were seamed with little snowfilled waterfurrows. Now and then

would come a house and a patch of fruit trees, but there was nobody abroad. The roads were crowded

enough, but Peter had no use for roads. I can picture him swinging along with his bent back, stopping every

now and then to sniff and listen, alert for the foreknowledge of danger. When he chose he could cover

Soon he struck a big road full of transport. It was the road from Erzerum to the Palantuken pass, and he

waited his chance and crossed it. After that the ground grew rough with boulders and patches of thorntrees,

splendid cover where he could move fast without worrying. Then he was pulled up suddenly on the bank of a

It was a torrent swollen with melting snow and rains in the hills, and it was running fifty yards wide. Peter

thought he could have swum it, but he was very averse to a drenching. 'A wet man makes too much noise,' he

said, and besides, there was the offchance that the current would be too much for him. So he moved up

In ten minutes he found one, a newmade thing of trestles, broad enough to take transport wagons. It was

guarded, for he heard the tramp of a sentry, and as he pulled himself up the bank he observed a couple of long

wooden huts, obviously some kind of billets. These were on the near side of the stream, about a dozen yards

from the bridge. A door stood open and a light showed in it, and from within came the sound of voices. ...

Peter had a sense of hearing like a wild animal, and he could detect even from the confused gabble that the

As he lay and listened someone came over the bridge. It was an officer, for the sentry saluted. The man

disappeared in one of the huts. Peter had struck the billets and repairing shop of a squad of German sappers.

He was just going ruefully to retrace his steps and try to find a good place to swim the stream when it struck

him that the officer who had passed him wore clothes very like his own. He, too, had had a grey sweater and

a Balaclava helmet, for even a German officer ceases to be dressy on a midwinter's night in Anatolia. The

idea came to Peter to walk boldly across the bridge and trust to the sentry not seeing the difference.

He slipped round a corner of the hut and marched down the road. The sentry was now at the far end, which

was lucky, for if the worst came to the worst he could throttle him. Peter, mimicking the stiff German walk,

The man saluted. He did more, for he offered conversation. The officer must have been a genial soul.

'It's a rough night, Captain,' he said in German. 'The wagons are late. Pray God, Michael hasn't got a shell in

Peter grunted good night in German and strode on. He was just leaving the road when he heard a great halloo

The real officer must have appeared on his heels, and the sentry's doubts had been stirred. A whistle was

blown, and, looking back, Peter saw lanterns waving in the gale. They were coming out to look for the

He stood still for a second, and noticed the lights spreading out south of the road. He was just about to dive

off it on the north side when he was aware of a difficulty. On that side a steep bank fell to a ditch, and the

bank beyond bounded a big flood. He could see the dull ruffle of the water under the wind.

On the road itself he would soon be caught; south of it the search was beginning; and the ditch itself was no

place to hide, for he saw a lantern moving up it. Peter dropped into it all the same and made a plan. The side

below the road was a little undercut and very steep. He resolved to plaster himself against it, for he would be

hidden from the road, and a searcher in the ditch would not be likely to explore the unbroken sides. It was

always a maxim of Peter's that the best hidingplace was the worst, the least obvious to the minds of those

He waited until the lights both in the road and the ditch came nearer, and then he gripped the edge with his

left hand, where some stones gave him purchase, dug the toes of his boots into the wet soil and stuck like a

limpet. It needed some strength to keep the position for long, but the muscles of his arms and legs were like

The searcher in the ditch soon got tired, for the place was very wet, and joined his comrades on the road.

They came along, running, flashing the lanterns into the trench, and exploring all the immediate countryside.

Then rose a noise of wheels and horses from the opposite direction. Michael and the delayed wagons were

approaching. They dashed up at a great pace, driven wildly, and for one horrid second Peter thought they

were going to spill into the ditch at the very spot where he was concealed. The wheels passed so close to the

edge that they almost grazed his fingers. Somebody shouted an order and they pulled up a yard or two nearer

the bridge. The others came up and there was a consultation. Michael swore he had passed no one on the

road. 'That fool Hannus has seen a ghost,' said the officer testily. 'It's too cold for this child's play.'

Hannus, almost in tears, repeated his tale. 'The man spoke to me in good German,' he cried.

'Ghost or no ghost he is safe enough up the road,' said the officer. 'Kind God, that was a big one!' He stopped

and stared at a shellburst, for the bombardment from the east was growing fiercer.

They stood discussing the fire for a minute and presently moved off. Peter gave them two minutes' law and

then clambered back to the highway and set off along it at a run. The noise of the shelling and the wind,

He left the road at the first chance and took to the broken country. The ground was now rising towards a spur

of the Palantuken, on the far slope of which were the Turkish trenches. The night had begun by being pretty

nearly as black as pitch; even the smoke from the shell explosions, which is often visible in darkness, could

not be seen. But as the wind blew the snowclouds athwart the sky patches of stars came out. Peter had a

compass, but he didn't need to use it, for he had a kind of 'feel' for landscape, a special sense which is born in

savages and can only be acquired after long experience by the white man. I believe he could smell where the

north lay. He had settled roughly which part of the line he would try, merely because of its nearness to the

enemy. But he might see reason to vary this, and as he moved he began to think that the safest place was

where the shelling was hottest. He didn't like the notion, but it sounded sense.

Suddenly he began to puzzle over queer things in the ground, and, as he had never seen big guns before, it

took him a moment to fix them. Presently one went off at his elbow with a roar like the Last Day. These were

Austrian howitzers nothing over eightinch, I fancy, but to Peter they looked like leviathans. Here, too, he

saw for the first time a big and quite recent shellhole, for the Russian guns were searching out the position.

He was so interested in it all that he poked his nose where he shouldn't have been, and dropped plump into

Gunners all the world over are the same shy people, who hide themselves in holes and hibernate and

Peter was ready with his story. He belonged to Michael's wagonteam and had been left behind. He wanted

to be told the way to the sappers' camp. He was very apologetic, not to say obsequious.

'It is one of those Prussian swine from the Marta bridge,' said a gunner. 'Land him a kick to teach him sense.

Bear to your right, manikin, and you will find a road. And have a care when you get there, for the Russkoes

Peter thanked them and bore off to the right. After that he kept a wary eye on the howitzers, and was thankful

when he got out of their area on to the slopes up the hill. Here was the type of country that was familiar to

him, and he defied any Turk or Boche to spot him among the scrub and boulders. He was getting on very

It was the fieldguns now, and the sound of a fieldgun close at hand is bad for the nerves if you aren't

expecting it. Peter thought he had been hit, and lay flat for a little to consider. Then he found the right

Presently he saw his first Russian shell. It dropped half a dozen yards to his right, making a great hole in the

snow and sending up a mass of mixed earth, snow, and broken stones. Peter spat out the dirt and felt very

solemn. You must remember that never in his life had he seen big shelling, and was now being landed in the

thick of a firstclass show without any preparation. He said he felt cold in his stomach, and very wishful to

run away, if there had been anywhere to run to. But he kept on to the crest of the ridge, over which a big glow

was broadening like sunrise. He tripped once over a wire, which he took for some kind of snare, and after that

went very warily. By and by he got his face between two boulders and looked over into the true battlefield.

He told me it was exactly what the predikant used to say that Hell would be like. About fifty yards down the

slope lay the Turkish trenches they were dark against the snow, and now and then a black figure like a devil

showed for an instant and disappeared. The Turks clearly expected an infantry attack, for they were sending

up calcium rockets and Very flares. The Russians were battering their line and spraying all the hinterland, not

with shrapnel, but with good, solid highexplosives. The place would be as bright as day for a moment, all

smothered in a scurry of smoke and snow and debris, and then a black pall would fall on it, when only the

Peter felt very sick. He had not believed there could be so much noise in the world, and the drums of his ears

were splitting. Now, for a man to whom courage is habitual, the taste of fear naked, utter fear is a horrible

thing. It seems to wash away all his manhood. Peter lay on the crest, watching the shells burst, and confident

that any moment he might be a shattered remnant. He lay and reasoned with himself, calling himself every

name he could think of, but conscious that nothing would get rid of that lump of ice below his heart.

It was the craziest performance. He went hellforleather over a piece of ground which was being watered

with H.E., but by the mercy of heaven nothing hit him. He took some fearsome tosses in shellholes, but

partly erect and partly on all fours he did the fifty yards and tumbled into a Turkish trench right on top of a

The contact with that body brought him to his senses. That men could die at all seemed a comforting, homely

thing after that unnatural pandemonium. The next moment a crump took the parapet of the trench some yards

He crawled out of that, pretty badly cut about the head. He was quite cool now and thinking hard about his

next step. There were men all around him, sullen dark faces as he saw them when the flares went up. They

were manning the parapets and waiting tensely for something else than the shelling. They paid no attention to

him, for I fancy in that trench units were pretty well mixed up, and under a bad bombardment no one bothers

about his neighbour. He found himself free to move as he pleased. The ground of the trench was littered with

The last shell, as I have said, had played havoc with the parapet. In the next spell of darkness Peter crawled

through the gap and twisted among some snowy hillocks. He was no longer afraid of shells, any more than he

was afraid of a veld thunderstorm. But he was wondering very hard how he should ever get to the Russians.

Then the artillery ceased. It was so sudden that he thought he had gone deaf, and could hardly realize the

blessed relief of it. The wind, too, seemed to have fallen, or perhaps he was sheltered by the lee of the hill.

There were a lot of dead here also, and that he couldn't understand, for they were new dead. Had the Turks

attacked and been driven back? When he had gone about thirty yards he stopped to take his bearings. On the

right were the ruins of a large building set on fire by the guns. There was a blur of woods and the debris of

walls round it. Away to the left another hill ran out farther to the east, and the place he was in seemed to be a

kind of cup between the spurs. just before him was a little ruined building, with the sky seen through its

rafters, for the smouldering ruin on the right gave a certain light. He wondered if the Russian firingline lay

just then he heard voices smothered voices not a yard away and apparently below the ground. He

instantly jumped to what this must mean. It was a Turkish trench a communication trench. Peter didn't

know much about modern warfare, but he had read in the papers, or heard from me, enough to make him

draw the right moral. The fresh dead pointed to the same conclusion. What he had got through were the

He didn't despair, for the rebound from panic had made him extra courageous. He crawled forward, an inch at

a time, taking no sort of risk, and presently found himself looking at the parados of a trench. Then he lay

The shelling had stopped, and there was that queer kind of peace which falls sometimes on two armies not a

quarter of a mile distant. Peter said he could hear nothing but the faroff sighing of the wind. There seemed

to be no movement of any kind in the trench before him, which ran through the ruined building. The light of

the burning was dying, and he could just make out the mound of earth a yard in front. He began to feel

hungry, and got out his packet of food and had a swig at the brandy flask. That comforted him, and he felt a

master of his fate again. But the next step was not so easy. He must find out what lay behind that mound of

Suddenly a curious sound fell on his ears. It was so faint that at first he doubted the evidence of his senses.

Then as the wind fell it came louder. It was exactly like some hollow piece of metal being struck by a stick,

He concluded it was the wind blowing a branch of a tree against an old boiler in the ruin before him. The

trouble was that there was scarcely enough wind now for that in this sheltered cup.

But as he listened he caught the note again. It was a bell, a fallen bell, and the place before him must have

been a chapel. He remembered that an Armenian monastery had been marked on the big map, and he guessed

The thought of a chapel and a bell gave him the notion of some human agency. And then suddenly the notion

was confirmed. The sound was regular and concerted dot, dash, dot dash, dot, dot. The branch of a tree

and the wind may play strange pranks, but they do not produce the longs and shorts of the Morse Code.

This was where Peter's intelligence work in the Boer War helped him. He knew the Morse, he could read it,

but he could make nothing of the signalling. It was either in some special code or in a strange language.

He lay still and did some calm thinking. There was a man in front of him, a Turkish soldier, who was in the

enemy's pay. Therefore he could fraternize with him, for they were on the same side. But how was he to

approach him without getting shot in the process? Again, how could a man send signals to the enemy from a

firingline without being detected? Peter found an answer in the strange configuration of the ground. He had

not heard a sound until he was a few yards from the place, and they would be inaudible to men in the reserve

trenches and even in the communication trenches. If somebody moving up the latter caught the noise, it

would be easy to explain it naturally. But the wind blowing down the cup would carry it far in the enemy's

There remained the risk of being heard by those parallel with the bell in the firing trenches. Peter concluded

that that trench must be very thinly held, probably only by a few observers, and the nearest might be a dozen

yards off. He had read about that being the French fashion under a big bombardment.

The next thing was to find out how to make himself known to this ally. He decided that the only way was to

surprise him. He might get shot, but he trusted to his strength and agility against a man who was almost

Peter was now enjoying himself hugely. If only those infernal guns kept silent he would play out the game in

the sober, decorous way he loved. So very delicately he began to wriggle forward to where the sound was.

The night was now as black as ink around him, and very quiet, too, except for soughings of the dying gale.

The snow had drifted a little in the lee of the ruined walls, and Peter's progress was naturally very slow. He

could not afford to dislodge one ounce of snow. Still the tinkling went on, now in greater volume. Peter was

Presently his hand clutched at empty space. He was on the lip of the front trench. The sound was now a yard

to his right, and with infinite care he shifted his position. Now the bell was just below him, and he felt the big

rafter of the woodwork from which it had fallen. He felt something else a stretch of wire fixed in the

ground with the far end hanging in the void. That would be the spy's explanation if anyone heard the sound

Somewhere in the darkness before him and below was the man, not a yard off. Peter remained very still,

studying the situation. He could not see, but he could feel the presence, and he was trying to decide the

relative position of the man and bell and their exact distance from him. The thing was not so easy as it

looked, for if he jumped for where he believed the figure was, he might miss it and get a bullet in the

stomach. A man who played so risky a game was probably handy with his firearms. Besides, if he should hit

Fate suddenly gave him the right chance. The unseen figure stood up and moved a step, till his back was

against the parados. He actually brushed against Peter's elbow, who held his breath.

There is a catch that the Kaffirs have which would need several diagrams to explain. It is partly a neck hold,

and partly a paralysing backward twist of the right arm, but if it is practised on a man from behind, it locks

him as sure as if he were handcuffed. Peter slowly got his body raised and his knees drawn under him, and

He got him. A head was pulled backward over the edge of the trench, and he felt in the air the motion of the

'Be still,' whispered Peter in German; 'I mean you no harm. We are friends of the same purpose. Do you

'Thank God,' said Peter. 'Then we can understand each other. I've watched your notion of signalling, and a

very good one it is. I've got to get through to the Russian lines somehow before morning, and I want you to

help me. I'm English a kind of English, so we're on the same side. If I let go your neck, will you be good

The voice assented. Peter let go, and in the same instant slipped to the side. The man wheeled round and

'Steady, friend,' said Peter; 'you mustn't play tricks with me or I'll be angry.'

'Then are we friends indeed,' said the voice. 'Come out of the darkness, friend, and I will do you no harm. I

am a good Turk, and I fought beside the English in Kordofan and learned their tongue. I live only to see the

ruin of Enver, who has beggared my family and slain my twin brother. Therefore I serve the _Muscov

'I don't know what the Musky jaws are, but if you mean the Russians I'm with you. I've got news for them

which will make Enver green. The question is, how I'm to get to them, and that is where you shall help me,

'By playing that little tune of yours again. Tell them to expect within the next halfhour a deserter with an

important message. Tell them, for God's sake, not to fire at anybody till they've made certain it isn't me.'

The man took the blunt end of his bayonet and squatted beside the bell. The first stroke brought out a clear,

searching note which floated down the valley. He struck three notes at slow intervals. For all the world, Peter

'They may not understand it,' said the man. 'Then send it any way you like. I trust you, for we are brothers.'

After ten minutes the man ceased and listened. From far away came the sound of a trenchgong, the kind of

'They say they will be ready,' he said. 'I cannot take down messages in the darkness, but they have given me

'Come, that is pretty good,' said Peter. 'And now I must be moving. You take a hint from me. When you hear

big firing up to the north get ready to beat a quick retreat, for it will be all up with that city of yours. And tell

your folk, too, that they're making a bad mistake letting those fool Germans rule their land. Let them hang

'May Satan receive his soul!' said the Turk. 'There is wire before us, but I will show you a way through. The

guns this evening made many rents in it. But haste, for a working party may be here presently to repair it.

Peter, with certain directions, found it pretty easy to make his way through the entanglement. There was one

bit which scraped a hole in his back, but very soon he had come to the last posts and found himself in open

country. The place, he said, was a graveyard of the unburied dead that smelt horribly as he crawled among

them. He had no inducements to delay, for he thought he could hear behind him the movement of the Turkish

working party, and was in terror that a flare might reveal him and a volley accompany his retreat.

From one shellhole to another he wormed his way, till he struck an old ruinous communication trench which

led in the right direction. The Turks must have been forced back in the past week, and the Russians were now

in the evacuated trenches. The thing was half full of water, but it gave Peter a feeling of safety, for it enabled

him to get his head below the level of the ground. Then it came to an end and he found before him a forest of

The Turk in his signal had mentioned half an hour, but Peter thought it was nearer two hours before he got

through that noxious entanglement. Shelling had made little difference to it. The uprights were all there, and

the barbed strands seemed to touch the ground. Remember, he had no wirecutter; nothing but his bare

hands. Once again fear got hold of him. He felt caught in a net, with monstrous vultures waiting to pounce on

him from above. At any moment a flare might go up and a dozen rifles find their mark. He had altogether

forgotten about the message which had been sent, for no message could dissuade the everpresent death he

felt around him. It was, he said, like following an old lion into bush when there was but one narrow way in,

The guns began again the Turkish guns from behind the ridge and a shell tore up the wire a short way

before him. Under cover of the burst he made good a few yards, leaving large portions of his clothing in the

strands. Then, quite suddenly, when hope had almost died in his heart, he felt the ground rise steeply. He lay

very still, a starrocket from the Turkish side lit up the place, and there in front was a rampart with the points

He heard speech behind the parapet. An electric torch was flashed on him for a second. A voice spoke, a

He was now standing up, and as he got his hands on the parapet he seemed to feel bayonets very near him.

But the voice that spoke was kindly, so with a heave he scrambled over and flopped into the trench. Once

more the electric torch was flashed, and revealed to the eyes of the onlookers an indescribably dirty, lean,

middleaged man with a bloody head, and scarcely a rag of shirt on his back. The said man, seeing friendly

'That was a rough trek, friends,' he said; 'I want to see your general pretty quick, for I've got a present for

He was taken to an officer in a dugout, who addressed him in French, which he did not understand. But the

sight of Stumm's plan worked wonders. After that he was fairly bundled down communication trenches and

then over swampy fields to a farm among trees. There he found staff officers, who looked at him and looked

at his map, and then put him on a horse and hurried him eastwards. At last he came to a big ruined house, and

'There was a big man sitting at a table drinking coffee, and when I saw him my heart jumped out of my skin.

For it was the man I hunted with on the Pungwe in '98 him whom the Kaffirs called "Buck's Horn", because

of his long curled moustaches. He was a prince even then, and now he is a very great general. When I saw

him, I ran forward and gripped his hand and cried, "__Hoe gat het, _Mynheer?" and he knew me and shouted

in Dutch, "Damn, if it isn't old Peter Pienaar!" Then he gave me coffee and ham and good bread, and he

'"It is the staffmap of one Stumm, a German _skellum who commands in yon city," I said.

'He looked at it close and read the markings, and then he read the other paper which you gave me, Dick. And

then he flung up his arms and laughed. He took a loaf and tossed it into the air so that it fell on the head of

another general. He spoke to them in their own tongue, and they, too, laughed, and one or two ran out as if on

some errand. I have never seen such merrymaking. They were clever men, and knew the worth of what you

'Then he got to his feet and hugged me, all dirty as I was, and kissed me on both cheeks.

' "Before God, Peter," he said, "you're the mightiest hunter since Nimrod. You've often found me game, but

It was a wise man who said that the biggest kind of courage was to be able to sit still. I used to feel that when

we were getting shelled in the reserve trenches outside Vermelles. I felt it before we went over the parapets at

Loos, but I never felt it so much as on the last two days in that cellar. I had simply to set my teeth and take a

pull on myself. Peter had gone on a crazy errand which I scarcely believed could come off. There were no

signs of Sandy; somewhere within a hundred yards he was fighting his own battles, and I was tormented by

the thought that he might get jumpy again and wreck everything. A strange Companion brought us food, a

man who spoke only Turkish and could tell us nothing; Hussin, I judged, was busy about the horses. If I

could only have done something to help on matters I could have scotched my anxiety, but there was nothing

to be done, nothing but wait and brood. I tell you I began to sympathize with the general behind the lines in a

battle, the fellow who makes the plan which others execute. Leading a charge can be nothing like so

nerveshaking a business as sitting in an easychair and waiting on the news of it.

It was bitter cold, and we spent most of the day wrapped in our greatcoats and buried deep in the straw.

Blenkiron was a marvel. There was no light for him to play Patience by, but he never complained. He slept a

lot of the time, and when he was awake talked as cheerily as if he were starting out on a holiday. He had one

great comfort, his dyspepsia was gone. He sang hymns constantly to the benign Providence that had squared

My only occupation was to listen for the guns. The first day after Peter left they were very quiet on the front

nearest us, but in the late evening they started a terrific racket. The next day they never stopped from dawn to

dusk, so that it reminded me of that tremendous fortyeight hours before Loos. I tried to read into this some

proof that Peter had got through, but it would not work. It looked more like the opposite, for this desperate

Two or three times I climbed on the housetop for fresh air. The day was foggy and damp, and I could see

very little of the countryside. Transport was still bumping southward along the road to the Palantuken, and

the slow wagonloads of wounded returning. One thing I noticed, however; there was a perpetual coming and

going between the house and the city. Motors and mounted messengers were constantly arriving and

departing, and I concluded that Hilda von Einem was getting ready for her part in the defence of Erzerum.

These ascents were all on the first day after Peter's going. The second day, when I tried the trap, I found it

closed and heavily weighted. This must have been done by our friends, and very right, too. If the house were

becoming a place of public resort, it would never do for me to be journeying roofward.

Late on the second night Hussin reappeared. It was after supper, when Blenkiron had gone peacefully to sleep

and I was beginning to count the hours till the morning. I could not close an eye during these days and not

Hussin did not light a lantern. I heard his key in the lock, and then his light step close to where we lay.

'The horses are found,' he said, 'and the Master bids me tell you that we start in the morning three hours

It was welcome news. 'Tell me what is happening,' I begged; 'we have been lying in this tomb for three days

'The guns are busy,' he said. 'The Allemans come to this place every hour, I know not for what. Also there has

been a great search for you. The searchers have been here, but they were sent away empty. ... Sleep, my lord,

I did not sleep much, for I was strung too high with expectation, and I envied Blenkiron his now eupeptic

slumbers. But for an hour or so I dropped off, and my old nightmare came back. Once again I was in the

throat of a pass, hotly pursued, straining for some sanctuary which I knew I must reach. But I was no longer

alone. Others were with me: how many I could not tell, for when I tried to see their faces they dissolved in

mist. Deep snow was underfoot, a grey sky was over us, black peaks were on all sides, but ahead in the mist

of the pass was that curious _castrol which I had first seen in my dream on the Erzerum road.

I saw it distinct in every detail. It rose to the left of the road through the pass, above a hollow where great

boulders stood out in the snow. Its sides were steep, so that the snow had slipped off in patches, leaving

stretches of glistening black shale. The _kranz at the top did not rise sheer, but sloped at an angle of

fortyfive, and on the very summit there seemed a hollow, as if the earth within the rockrim had been

That is often the way with a South African _castrol, and I knew it was so with this. We were straining for it,

Then I was awakened by a figure at my side. 'Get ready, my lord,' it said; 'it is the hour to ride.'

Like sleepwalkers we moved into the sharp air. Hussin led us out of an old postern and then through a place

like an orchard to the shelter of some tall evergreen trees. There horses stood, champing quietly from their

There were nine beasts for nine riders. We mounted without a word and filed through a grove of trees to

where a broken paling marked the beginning of cultivated land. There for the matter of twenty minutes

Hussin chose to guide us through deep, clogging snow. He wanted to avoid any sound till we were well

beyond earshot of the house. Then we struck a bypath which presently merged in a hard highway, running,

as I judged, southwest by west. There we delayed no longer, but galloped furiously into the dark.

I had got back all my exhilaration. Indeed I was intoxicated with the movement, and could have laughed out

loud and sung. Under the black canopy of the night perils are either forgotten or terribly alive. Mine were

forgotten. The darkness I galloped into led me to freedom and friends. Yes, and success, which I had not

Hussin rode first, with me at his side. I turned my head and saw Blenkiron behind me, evidently mortally

unhappy about the pace we set and the mount he sat. He used to say that horseexercise was good for his

liver, but it was a gentle amble and a short gallop that he liked, and not this mad helterskelter. His thighs

were too round to fit a saddle leather. We passed a fire in a hollow, the bivouac of some Turkish unit, and all

the horses shied violently. I knew by Blenkiron's oaths that he had lost his stirrups and was sitting on his

Beside him rode a tall figure swathed to the eyes in wrappings, and wearing round his neck some kind of

shawl whose ends floated behind him. Sandy, of course, had no European ulster, for it was months since he

had worn proper clothes. I wanted to speak to him, but somehow I did not dare. His stillness forbade me. He

was a wonderful fine horseman, with his firm English hunting seat, and it was as well, for he paid no

Then the air around me began to smell acrid and raw, and I saw that a fog was winding up from the hollows.

'I do not know.' He shook his head. 'I had counted on seeing the shape of the hills.'

'We've a map and compass, anyhow. But these make slow travelling. Pray God it lifts!'

Presently the black vapour changed to grey, and the day broke. It was little comfort. The fog rolled in waves

to the horses' ears, and riding at the head of the party I could but dimly see the next rank.

We struck to the left, over ground which was for all the world like a Scotch moor. There were pools of rain

on it, and masses of tangled snowladen junipers, and long reefs of wet slaty stone. It was bad going, and the

fog made it hopeless to steer a good course. I had out the map and the compass, and tried to fix our route so

as to round the flank of a spur of the mountains which separated us from the valley we were aiming at.

'It is only a trickle,' he said, coughing. 'This accursed mist is from Eblis.' But I knew long before we reached

it that it was no trickle. It was a hill stream coming down in spate, and, as I soon guessed, in a deep ravine.

Presently we were at its edge, one long whirl of yeasty falls and brown rapids. We could as soon get horses

Hussin stared at it in consternation. 'May Allah forgive my folly, for I should have known. We must return to

the highway and find a bridge. My sorrow, that I should have led my lords so ill.'

Back over that moor we went with my spirits badly damped. We had none too long a start, and Hilda von

Einem would rouse heaven and earth to catch us up. Hussin was forcing the pace, for his anxiety was as great

Before we reached the road the mist blew back and revealed a wedge of country right across to the hills

beyond the river. It was a clear view, every object standing out wet and sharp in the light of morning. It

showed the bridge with horsemen drawn up across it, and it showed, too, cavalry pickets moving along the

They saw us at the same instant. A word was passed down the road, a shrill whistle blew, and the pickets put

'Did I not say this mist was from Eblis?' growled Hussin, as we swung round and galloped back on our tracks.

I was for trying the stream at all costs, but Hussin pointed out that it would do us no good. The cavalry

beyond the bridge was moving up the other bank. 'There is a path through the hills that I know, but it must be

travelled on foot. If we can increase our lead and the mist cloaks us, there is yet a chance.'

It was a weary business plodding up to the skirts of the hills. We had the pursuit behind us now, and that put

an edge on every difficulty. There were long banks of broken screes, I remember, where the snow slipped in

wreaths from under our feet. Great boulders had to be circumvented, and patches of bog, where the streams

from the snows first made contact with the plains, mired us to our girths. Happily the mist was down again,

but this, though it hindered the chase, lessened the chances of Hussin finding the path.

He found it nevertheless. There was the gully and the rough muletrack leading upwards. But there also had

been a landslip, quite recent from the marks. A large scar of raw earth had broken across the hillside, which

'I'm trying for the crags,' I said. 'Where there once was a way another can be found.'

'And be picked off at their leisure by these marksmen,' said Hussin grimly. 'Look!'

The mist had opened again, and a glance behind showed me the pursuit closing up on us. They were now less

than three hundred yards off. We turned our horses and made off eastward along the skirts of the cliffs.

Then Sandy spoke for the first time. 'I don't know how you fellows feel, but I'm not going to be taken. There's

nothing much to do except to find a place and put up a fight. We can sell our lives dearly.'

'That's about all,' said Blenkiron cheerfully. He had suffered such tortures on that gallop that he welcomed

The Companions all carried rifles slung across their shoulders. Hussin, from a deep saddlebag, brought out

rifles and bandoliers for the rest of us. As I laid mine across my saddlebow I saw it was a German Mauser

'It's hellforleather till we find a place for a stand,' said Sandy. 'The game's against us this time.'

Once more we entered the mist, and presently found better going on a long stretch of even slope. Then came

a rise, and on the crest of it I saw the sun. Presently we dipped into bright daylight and looked down on a

broad glen, with a road winding up it to a pass in the range. I had expected this. It was one way to the

And then, as I looked southward, I saw what I had been watching for for days. A little hill split the valley,

and on its top was a _kranz of rocks. It was the _castrol of my persistent dream.

On that I promptly took charge. 'There's our fort,' I cried. 'If we once get there we can hold it for a week. Sit

We bucketed down that hillside like men possessed, even Blenkiron sticking on manfully among the twists

and turns and slithers. Presently we were on the road and were racing past marching infantry and gun teams

and empty wagons. I noted that most seemed to be moving downward and few going up. Hussin screamed

some words in Turkish that secured us a passage, but indeed our crazy speed left them staring. Out of a

corner of my eye I saw that Sandy had flung off most of his wrappings and seemed to be all a dazzle of rich

colour. But I had thought for nothing except the little hill, now almost fronting us across the shallow glen.

No horses could breast that steep. We urged them into the hollow, and then hastily dismounted, humped the

packs, and began to struggle up the side of the _castrol. It was strewn with great boulders, which gave a kind

of cover that very soon was needed. For, snatching a glance back, I saw that our pursuers were on the road

At normal times we would have been easy marks, but, fortunately, wisps and streamers of mist now clung

about that hollow. The rest could fend for themselves, so I stuck to Blenkiron and dragged him, wholly

breathless, by the least exposed route. Bullets spattered now and then against the rocks, and one sang

unpleasantly near my head. In this way we covered threefourths of the distance, and had only the bare dozen

Blenkiron got hit in the leg, our only casualty. There was nothing for it but to carry him, so I swung him on

my shoulders, and with a bursting heart did that last lap. It was hottish work, and the bullets were pretty thick

about us, but we all got safely to the _kranz, and a short scramble took us over the edge. I laid Blenkiron

We had little time to do it. Out of the thin fog figures were coming, crouching in cover. The place we were in

was a natural redoubt, except that there were no loopholes or sandbags. We had to show our heads over the

rim to shoot, but the danger was lessened by the superb field of fire given by those last dozen yards of glacis.

I posted the men and waited, and Blenkiron, with a white face, insisted on taking his share, announcing that

I gave the order that no man was to shoot till the enemy had come out of the rocks on to the glacis. The thing

ran right round the top, and we had to watch all sides to prevent them getting us in flank or rear. Hussin's rifle

We were all three fair shots, though none of us up to Peter's miraculous standard, and the Companions, too,

made good practice. The Mauser was the weapon I knew best, and I didn't miss much. The attackers never

had a chance, for their only hope was to rush us by numbers, and, the whole party being not above two dozen,

they were far too few. I think we killed three, for their bodies were left lying, and wounded at least six, while

'They are dogs of Kurds,' I heard Hussin say fiercely. 'Only a Kurdish _giaour would fire on the livery of the

Then I had a good look at Sandy. He had discarded shawls and wrappings, and stood up in the strangest

costume man ever wore in battle. Somehow he had procured fieldboots and an old pair of ridingbreeches.

Above these, reaching well below his middle, he had a wonderful silken jibbah or ephod of a bright emerald.

I cal it silk, but it was like no silk I have ever known, so exquisite in the mesh, with such a sheen and depth in

it. Some strange pattern was woven on the breast, which in the dim light I could not trace. I'll warrant no rarer

Sandy seemed unconscious of his garb. His eye, listless no more, scanned the hollow. 'That's only the

overture,' he cried. 'The opera will soon begin. We must put a breastwork up in these gaps or they'll pick us

I had meantime roughly dressed Blenkiron's wound with a linen rag which Hussin provided. It was from a

ricochet bullet which had chipped into his left shin. Then I took a hand with the others in getting up

earthworks to complete the circuit of the defence. It was no easy job, for we wrought only with our knives

and had to dig deep down below the snowy gravel. As we worked I took stock of our refuge.

The _castrol was a rough circle about ten yards in diameter, its interior filled with boulders and loose stones,

and its parapet about four feet high. The mist had cleared for a considerable space, and I could see the

immediate surroundings. West, beyond the hollow, was the road we had come, where now the remnants of

the pursuit were clustered. North, the hill fell steeply to the valley bottom, but to the south, after a dip there

was a ridge which shut the view. East lay another fork of the stream, the chief fork I guessed, and it was

evidently followed by the main road to the pass, for I saw it crowded with transport. The two roads seemed to

I guessed we could not be very far from the front, for the noise of guns sounded very near, both the sharp

crack of the fieldpieces, and the deeper boom of the howitzers. More, I could hear the chatter of the

machineguns, a magpie note among the baying of hounds. I even saw the bursting of Russian shells,

evidently trying to reach the main road. One big fellow an eightinch landed not ten yards from a convoy

to the east of us, and another in the hollow through which we had come. These were clearly ranging shots,

and I wondered if the Russians had observationposts on the heights to mark them. If so, they might soon try

a curtain, and we should be very near its edge. It would be an odd irony if we were the target of friendly

'By the Lord Harry,' I heard Sandy say, 'if we had a brace of machineguns we could hold this place against a

'What price shells?' I asked. 'If they get a gun up they can blow us to atoms in ten minutes.'

With anxious eyes I watched our enemies on the road. They seemed to have grown in numbers. They were

signalling, too, for a white flag fluttered. Then the mist rolled down on us again, and our prospect was limited

'Steady,' I cried; 'they may try to rush us at any moment. Every man keep his eye on the edge of the fog, and

For nearly half an hour by my watch we waited in that queer white world, our eyes smarting with the strain of

peering. The sound of the guns seemed to be hushed, and everything grown deathly quiet. Blenkiron's squeal,

It was a woman's voice, high, penetrating, and sweet, but it spoke in no tongue I knew. Only Sandy

The speaker came into clear sight on the glacis a yard or two away. Mine was the first face she saw. 'I come

Blenkiron, snuggled up against the parapet, was cursing furiously below his breath.

She climbed up the _kranz and stepped over the edge as lightly as a deer. Her clothes were strange spurred

boots and breeches over which fell a short green kirtle. A little cap skewered with a jewelled pin was on her

head, and a cape of some coarse country cloth hung from her shoulders. She had rough gauntlets on her

hands, and she carried for weapon a ridingwhip. The fogcrystals clung to her hair, I remember, and a

I had never before thought of her as beautiful. Strange, uncanny, wonderful, if you like, but the word beauty

had too kindly and human a sound for such a face. But as she stood with heightened colour, her eyes like

stars, her poise like a wild bird's, I had to confess that she had her own loveliness. She might be a devil, but

she was also a queen. I considered that there might be merits in the prospect of riding by her side into

Sandy stood rigid, his face very grave and set. She held out both hands to him, speaking softly in Turkish. I

noticed that the six Companions had disappeared from the _castrol and were somewhere out of sight on the

I do not know what she said, but from her tone, and above all from her eyes, I judged that she was pleading

pleading for his return, for his partnership in her great adventure; pleading, for all I knew, for his love.

His expression was like a deathmask, his brows drawn tight in a little frown and his jaw rigid.

'Madam,' he said, 'I ask you to tell your business quick and to tell it in English. My friends must hear it as

'Your friends!' she cried. 'What has a prince to do with these hirelings? Your slaves, perhaps, but not your

'My friends,' Sandy repeated grimly. 'You must know, Madam, that I am a British officer.'

That was beyond doubt a clean staggering stroke. What she had thought of his origin God knows, but she had

never dreamed of this. Her eyes grew larger and more lustrous, her lips parted as if to speak, but her voice

failed her. Then by an effort she recovered herself, and out of that strange face went all the glow of youth and

'And these others?' she asked in a level voice. 'One is a brother officer of my regiment. The other is an

American friend. But all three of us are on the same errand. We came east to destroy Greenmantle and your

devilish ambitions. You have yourself destroyed your prophets, and now it is your turn to fail and disappear.

Make no mistake, Madam; that folly is over. I will tear this sacred garment into a thousand pieces and scatter

them on the wind. The people wait today for the revelation, but none will come. You may kill us if you can,

I would not have taken my eyes from her face for a king's ransom. I have written that she was a queen, and of

that there is no manner of doubt. She had the soul of a conqueror, for not a flicker of weakness or

disappointment marred her air. Only pride and the stateliest resolution looked out of her eyes.

'I said I came to offer terms. I will still offer them, though they are other than I thought. For the fat American,

I will send him home safely to his own country. I do not make war on such as he. He is Germany's foe, not

Never in my life had I been so pleased. I had got my revenge at last. This woman had singled me out above

'You seek the truth,' she said. 'So also do I, and if we use a lie it is only to break down a greater. You are of

my household in spirit, and you alone of all men I have seen are fit to ride with me on my mission. Germany

may fail, but I shall not fail. I offer you the greatest career that mortal has known. I offer you a task which

will need every atom of brain and sinew and courage. Will you refuse that destiny?'

I do not know what effect this vapouring might have had in hot scented rooms, or in the languor of some rich

garden; but up on that cold hilltop it was as unsubstantial as the mist around us. It sounded not even

'Then I will offer more. I will save your friends. They, too, shall share in my triumph.'

This was too much for Blenkiron. He scrambled to his feet to speak the protest that had been wrung from his

Then she seemed to make a last appeal. She spoke in Turkish now, and I do not know what she said, but I

judged it was the plea of a woman to her lover. Once more she was the proud beauty, but there was a tremor

in her pride I had almost written tenderness. To listen to her was like horrid treachery, like eavesdropping

on something pitiful. I know my cheeks grew scarlet and Blenkiron turned away his head.

'You can offer me nothing that I desire,' he said. 'I am the servant of my country, and her enemies are mine. I

Then her steely restraint broke. It was like a dam giving before a pentup mass of icy water. She tore off one

of her gauntlets and hurled it in his face. Implacable hate looked out of her eyes.

'I have done with you,' she cried. 'You have scorned me, but you have dug your own grave.'

She leaped on the parapet and the next second was on the glacis. Once more the mist had fled, and across the

hollow I saw a fieldgun in place and men around it who were not Turkish. She waved her hand to them, and

But at that moment I heard the whistle of a longrange Russian shell. Among the boulders there was the dull

shock of an explosion and a mushroom of red earth. It all passed in an instant of time: I saw the gunners on

the road point their hands and I heard them cry; I heard too, a kind of sob from Blenkiron all this before I

realized myself what had happened. The next thing I saw was Sandy, already beyond the glacis, leaping with

great bounds down the hill. They were shooting at him, but he heeded them not. For the space of a minute he

Then he came back walking quite slowly up the last slope, and he was carrying something in his arms. The

He laid his burden down gently in a corner of the _castrol. The cap had fallen off, and the hair was breaking

'She was killed at once,' I heard him saying. 'Her back was broken by a shellfragment. Dick, we must bury

We set the Companions to guard, and with infinite slowness, using our hands and our knives, we made a

shallow grave below the eastern parapet. When it was done we covered her face with the linen cloak which

Sandy had worn that morning. He lifted the body and laid it reverently in its place.

It wasn't for me to look on at that kind of scene. I went to the parapet with Blenkiron's fieldglasses and had a

stare at our friends on the road. There was no Turk there, and I guessed why, for it would not be easy to use

the men of Islam against the wearer of the green ephod. The enemy were German or Austrian, and they had a

fieldgun. They seemed to have got it laid on our fort; but they were waiting. As I looked I saw behind them

a massive figure I seemed to recognize. Stumm had come to see the destruction of his enemies.

To the east I saw another gun in the fields just below the main road. They had got us on both sides, and there

was no way of escape. Hilda von Einem was to have a noble pyre and goodly company for the dark journey.

Dusk was falling now, a clear bright dusk where the stars pricked through a sheen of amethyst. The artillery

were busy all around the horizon, and towards the pass on the other road, where Fort Palantuken stood, there

was the dust and smoke of a furious bombardment. It seemed to me, too, that the guns on the other fronts had

come nearer. Deve Boyun was hidden by a spur of hill, but up in the north, white clouds, like the streamers of

evening, were hanging over the Euphrates glen. The whole firmament hummed and twanged like a taut string

As I looked, the gun to the west fired the gun where Stumm was. The shell dropped ten yards to our right.

Blenkiron had dragged himself to the parapet. I don't suppose he had ever been shelled before, but his face

The words were not out of my mouth when one fell right among us. It struck the far rim of the _castrol,

shattering the rock, but bursting mainly outside. We all ducked, and barring some small scratches no one was

a penny the worse. I remember that much of the debris fell on Hilda von Einem's grave.

I pulled Blenkiron over the far parapet, and called on the rest to follow, meaning to take cover on the rough

side of the hill. But as we showed ourselves shots rang out from our front, shots fired from a range of a few

hundred yards. It was easy to see what had happened. Riflemen had been sent to hold us in rear. They would

not assault so long as we remained in the _castrol, but they would block any attempt to find safety outside it.

We crouched below the parapet again. 'We may as well toss for it,' I said. 'There's only two ways to stay

here and be shelled or try to break through those fellows behind. Either's pretty unhealthy.'

But I knew there was no choice. With Blenkiron crippled we were pinned to the _castrol. Our numbers were

The night grew dark and showed a field of glittering stars, for the air was sharpening again towards frost. We

waited for an hour, crouching just behind the far parapets, but never came that ominous familiar whistle.

Then Sandy rose and stretched himself. 'I'm hungry,' he said. 'Let's have out the food, Hussin. We've eaten

'It's Stumm's way,' I said. 'He wants to torture us. He'll keep us hours on tenterhooks, while he sits over

yonder exulting in what he thinks we're enduring. He has just enough imagination for that ... He would rush

us if he had the men. As it is, he's going to blow us to pieces, but do it slowly and smack his lips over it.'

Sandy yawned. 'We'll disappoint him, for we won't be worried, old man. We three are beyond that kind of

'Meanwhile we're going to do the best we can,' I said. 'He's got the exact range for his whizzbangs. We've

got to find a hole somewhere just outside the _castrol, and some sort of headcover. We're bound to get

damaged whatever happens, but we'll stick it out to the end. When they think they have finished with us and

rush the place, there may be one of us alive to put a bullet through old Stumm. What do you say?'

They agreed, and after our meal Sandy and I crawled out to prospect, leaving the others on guard in case

there should be an attack. We found a hollow in the glacis a little south of the _castrol, and, working very

quietly, managed to enlarge it and cut a kind of shallow cave in the hill. It would be no use against a direct

hit, but it would give some cover from flying fragments. As I read the situation, Stumm could land as many

shells as he pleased in the _castrol and wouldn't bother to attend to the flanks. When the bad shelling began

Our enemies were watchful. The riflemen on the east burnt Very flares at intervals, and Stumm's lot sent up a

great starrocket. I remember that just before midnight hell broke loose round Fort Palantuken. No more

Russian shells came into our hollow, but all the road to the east was under fire, and at the Fort itself there was

a shattering explosion and a queer scarlet glow which looked as if a magazine had been hit. For about two

hours the firing was intense, and then it died down. But it was towards the north that I kept turning my head.

There seemed to be something different in the sound there, something sharper in the report of the guns, as if

shells were dropping in a narrow valley whose rock walls doubled the echo. Had the Russians by any blessed

I got Sandy to listen, but he shook his head. 'Those guns are a dozen miles off,' he said. 'They're no nearer

than three days ago. But it looks as if the sportsmen on the south might have a chance. When they break

through and stream down the valley, they'll be puzzled to account for what remains of us ... We're no longer

three adventurers in the enemy's country. We're the advance guard of the Allies. Our pals don't know about

us, and we're going to be cut off, which has happened to advance guards before now. But all the same, we're

It cheered me wonderfully, for I knew now what had been the weight on my heart ever since I accepted Sir

Walter's mission. It was the loneliness of it. I was fighting far away from my friends, far away from the true

fronts of battle. It was a sideshow which, whatever its importance, had none of the exhilaration of the main

effort. But now we had come back to familiar ground. We were like the Highlanders cut off at Cite St

Auguste on the first day of Loos, or those Scots Guards at Festubert of whom I had heard. Only, the others

did not know of it, would never hear of it. If Peter succeeded he might tell the tale, but most likely he was

lying dead somewhere in the noman'sland between the lines. We should never be heard of again any more,

but our work remained. Sir Walter would know that, and he would tell our few belongings that we had gone

We were in the _castrol again, sitting under the parapets. The same thoughts must have been in Sandy's mind,

'It's a queer ending, Dick. We simply vanish into the infinite. If the Russians get through they will never

recognize what is left of us among so much of the wreckage of battle. The snow will soon cover us, and when

the spring comes there will only be a few bleached bones. Upon my soul it is the kind of death I always

'But our work lives,' I cried, with a sudden great gasp of happiness. 'It's the job that matters, not the men that

do it. And our job's done. We have won, old chap won hands down and there is no going back on that.

We have won anyway; and if Peter has had a slice of luck, we've scooped the pool ... After all, we never

Blenkiron, with his leg stuck out stiffly before him, was humming quietly to himself, as he often did when he

felt cheerful. He had only one song, 'John Brown's Body'; usually only a line at a time, but now he got as far

'Fine. I'm about the luckiest man on God's earth, Major. I've always wanted to get into a big show, but I didn't

see how it would come the way of a homely citizen like me, living in a steamwarmed house and going down

town to my office every morning. I used to envy my old dad that fought at Chattanooga, and never forgot to

tell you about it. But I guess Chattanooga was like a scrap in a Bowery bar compared to this. When I meet the

It was just after Blenkiron spoke that we got a reminder of Stumm's presence. The gun was well laid, for a

shell plumped on the near edge of the castro. It made an end of one of the Companions who was on guard

there, badly wounded another, and a fragment gashed my thigh. We took refuge in the shallow cave, but

some wild shooting from the east side brought us back to the parapets, for we feared an attack. None came,

'Why, no, except a sister's son, a collegeboy who has no need of his uncle. It's fortunate that we three have

no wives. I haven't any regrets, neither, for I've had a mighty deal out of life. I was thinking this morning that

it was a pity I was going out when I had just got my duodenum to listen to reason. But I reckon that's

another of my mercies. The good God took away the pain in my stomach so that I might go to Him with a

'We're lucky fellows,' said Sandy; 'we've all had our whack. When I remember the good times I've had I could

sing a hymn of praise. We've lived long enough to know ourselves, and to shape ourselves into some kind of

decency. But think of those boys who have given their lives freely when they scarcely knew what life meant.

They were just at the beginning of the road, and they didn't know what dreary bits lay before them. It was all

sunshiny and brightcoloured, and yet they gave it up without a moment's doubt. And think of the men with

wives and children and homes that were the biggest things in life to them. For fellows like us to shirk would

be black cowardice. It's small credit for us to stick it out. But when those others shut their teeth and went

After that we fell silent. A man's thoughts at a time like that seem to be doublepowered, and the memory

becomes very sharp and clear. I don't know what was in the others' minds, but I know what filled my own ...

I fancy it isn't the men who get most out of the world and are always buoyant and cheerful that most fear to

die. Rather it is the weakengined souls who go about with dull eyes, that cling most fiercely to life. They

have not the joy of being alive which is a kind of earnest of immortality ... I know that my thoughts were

chiefly about the jolly things that I had seen and done; not regret, but gratitude. The panorama of blue noons

on the veld unrolled itself before me, and hunter's nights in the bush, the taste of food and sleep, the bitter

stimulus of dawn, the joy of wild adventure, the voices of old staunch friends. Hitherto the war had seemed to

make a break with all that had gone before, but now the war was only part of the picture. I thought of my

battalion, and the good fellows there, many of whom had fallen on the Loos parapets. I had never looked to

come out of that myself. But I had been spared, and given the chance of a greater business, and I had

succeeded. That was the tremendous fact, and my mood was humble gratitude to God and exultant pride.

Death was a small price to pay for it. As Blenkiron would have said, I had got good value in the deal.

The night was getting bitter cold, as happens before dawn. It was frost again, and the sharpness of it woke our

hunger. I got out the remnants of the food and wine and we had a last meal. I remember we pledged each

'After dawn,' I said. 'Stumm wants daylight to get the full savour of his revenge.'

Slowly the sky passed from ebony to grey, and black shapes of hill outlined themselves against it. A wind

blew down the valley, bringing the acrid smell of burning, but something too of the freshness of morn. It

stirred strange thoughts in me, and woke the old morning vigour of the blood which was never to be mine

'We must get into the cave before it is full light,' I said. 'We had better draw lots for the two to go.'

The choice fell on one of the Companions and Blenkiron. 'You can count me out,' said the latter. 'If it's your

wish to find a man to be alive when our friends come up to count their spoil, I guess I'm the worst of the lot.

I'd prefer, if you don't mind, to stay here. I've made my peace with my Maker, and I'd like to wait quietly on

'If I'm the last to go,' he said, 'I promise I don't miss. Stumm won't be long in following me.'

He shook hands with his cheery smile, and he and the Companion slipped over the parapet in the final

Blenkiron spread his Patience cards on a flat rock, and dealt out the Double Napoleon. He was perfectly calm,

and hummed to himself his only tune. For myself I was drinking in my last draught of the hill air. My

Something of the same kind must have passed through Blenkiron's head. He suddenly looked up and asked,

I stood close to the parapet, watching every detail of the landscape as shown by the revealing daybreak. Up

on the shoulders of the Palantuken, snowdrifts lipped over the edges of the cliffs. I wondered when they

would come down as avalanches. There was a kind of croft on one hillside, and from a hut the smoke of

breakfast was beginning to curl. Stumm's gunners were awake and apparently holding council. Far down on

the main road a convoy was moving I heard the creak of the wheels two miles away, for the air was deathly

Then, as if a spring had been loosed, the world suddenly leaped to a hideous life. With a growl the guns

opened round all the horizon. They were especially fierce to the south, where a _rafale beat as I had never

heard it before. The one glance I cast behind me showed the gap in the hills choked with fumes and dust.

But my eyes were on the north. From Erzerum city tall tongues of flame leaped from a dozen quarters.

Beyond, towards the opening of the Euphrates glen, there was the sharp crack of fieldguns. I strained eyes

' Sandy,' I yelled, 'Peter has got through. The Russians are round the flank. The town is burning. Glory to

And as I spoke the earth seemed to split beside me, and I was flung forward on the gravel which covered

As I picked myself up, and to my amazement found myself uninjured, I saw Blenkiron rubbing the dust out

of his eyes and arranging a disordered card. He had stopped humming, and was singing aloud:

I was now pretty well mad. The thought that old Peter had won, that we had won beyond our wildest dreams,

that if we died there were those coming who would exact the uttermost vengeance, rode my brain like a fever.

I sprang on the parapet and waved my hand to Stumm, shouting defiance. Rifle shots cracked out from

The charge must have been short, for it was a bad miss, landing somewhere on the glacis. The next was better

and crashed on the near parapet, carving a great hole in the rocky _kranz. This time my arm hung limp,

Blenkiron seemed to bear a charmed life, for he was smothered in dust, but unhurt. He blew the dust away

I was determined to break for the open and chance the rifle fire, for if Stumm went on shooting the _castrol

was certain death. I caught Blenkiron round the middle, scattering his cards to the winds, and jumped over the

'Don't apologize, Sister Anne,' said he. 'The game was as good as won. But for God's sake drop me, for if you

My one thought was to get cover for the next minutes, for I had an instinct that our vigil was near its end. The

defences of Erzerum were crumbling like sandcastles, and it was a proof of the tenseness of my nerves that I

seemed to be deaf to the sound. Stumm had seen us cross the parapet, and he started to sprinkle all the

surroundings of the _castrol. Blenkiron and I lay like a workingparty between the lines caught by

machineguns, taking a pull on ourselves as best we could. Sandy had some kind of cover, but we were on

the bare farther slope, and the riflemen on that side might have had us at their mercy.

But no shots came from them. As I looked east, the hillside, which a little before had been held by our

enemies, was as empty as the desert. And then I saw on the main road a sight which for a second time made

me yell like a maniac. Down that glen came a throng of men and galloping limbers a crazy, jostling crowd,

spreading away beyond the road to the steep slopes, and leaving behind it many black dots to darken the

At that sight I forgot all about our danger. I didn't give a cent for Stumm's shells. I didn't believe he could hit

me. The fate which had mercifully preserved us for the first taste of victory would see us through to the end.

I remember bundling Blenkiron along the hill to find Sandy. But our news was anticipated. For down our

own sideglen came the same broken tumult of men. More; for at their backs, far up at the throat of the pass,

I saw horsemen the horsemen of the pursuit. Old Nicholas had flung his cavalry in.

Sandy was on his feet, with his lips set and his eye abstracted. If his face hadn't been burned black by weather

it would have been pale as a dishclout. A man like him doesn't make up his mind for death and then be

given his life again without being wrenched out of his bearings. I thought he didn't understand what had

'Man, d'you see?' I cried. 'The Cossacks! The Cossacks! God! How they're taking that slope! They're into

A little knoll prevented Stumm and his men from seeing what was happening farther up the glen, till the first

wave of the rout was on them. He had gone on bombarding the _castrol and its environs while the world was

cracking over his head. The gun team was in the hollow below the road, and down the hill among the

The poor beasts were straining at their pickets and sniffing the morning wind, which brought down the thick

fumes of the great bombardment and the indescribable babbling cries of a beaten army. Before we reached

them that maddened horde had swept down on them, men panting and gasping in their flight, many of them

bloody from wounds, many tottering in the first stages of collapse and death. I saw the horses seized by a

dozen hands, and a desperate fight for their possession. But as we halted there our eyes were fixed on the

battery on the road above us, for round it was now sweeping the van of the retreat.

I had never seen a rout before, when strong men come to the end of their tether and only their broken

shadows stumble towards the refuge they never find. No more had Stumm, poor devil. I had no illwill left

for him, though coming down that hill I was rather hoping that the two of us might have a final scrap. He was

a brute and a bully, but, by God! he was a man. I heard his great roar when he saw the tumult, and the next I

saw was his monstrous figure working at the gun. He swung it south and turned it on the fugitives.

But he never fired it. The press was on him, and the gun was swept sideways. He stood up, a foot higher than

any of them, and he seemed to be trying to check the rush with his pistol. There is power in numbers, even

though every unit is broken and fleeing. For a second to that wild crowd Stumm was the enemy, and they had

strength enough to crush him. The wave flowed round and then across him. I saw the buttends of rifles crash

on his head and shoulders, and the next second the stream had passed over his body.

'They're coming, Dick. Look at the grey devils ... Oh, God be thanked, it's our friends!'

The next minute we were tumbling down the hillside, Blenkiron hopping on one leg between us. I heard

dimly Sandy crying, 'Oh, well done our side!' and Blenkiron declaiming about Harper's Ferry, but I had no

voice at all and no wish to shout. I know the tears were in my eyes, and that if I had been left alone I would

have sat down and cried with pure thankfulness. For sweeping down the glen came a cloud of grey cavalry on

little wiry horses, a cloud which stayed not for the rear of the fugitives, but swept on like a flight of rainbows,

with the steel of their lanceheads glittering in the winter sun. They were riding for Erzerum.

Remember that for three months we had been with the enemy and had never seen the face of an Ally in arms.

We had been cut off from the fellowship of a great cause, like a fort surrounded by an army. And now we

were delivered, and there fell around us the warm joy of comradeship as well as the exultation of victory.

We flung caution to the winds, and went stark mad. Sandy, still in his emerald coat and turban, was

scrambling up the farther slope of the hollow, yelling greetings in every language known to man. The leader

saw him, with a word checked his men for a moment it was marvellous to see the horses reined in in such a

breakneck ride and from the squadron half a dozen troopers swung loose and wheeled towards us. Then a

man in a grey overcoat and a sheepskin cap was on the ground beside us wringing our hands.

'You are safe, my old friends' it was Peter's voice that spoke 'I will take you back to our army, and get

'No, by the Lord, you won't,' cried Sandy. 'We've had the rough end of the job and now we'll have the fun.

Look after Blenkiron and these fellows of mine. I'm going to ride knee by knee with your sportsmen for the

Peter spoke a word, and two of the Cossacks dismounted. The next I knew I was mixed up in the cloud of

greycoats, galloping down the road up which the morning before we had strained to the _castrol.

That was the great hour of my life, and to live through it was worth a dozen years of slavery. With a broken

left arm I had little hold on my beast, so I trusted my neck to him and let him have his will. Black with dirt

and smoke, hatless, with no kind of uniform, I was a wilder figure than any Cossack. I soon was separated

from Sandy, who had two hands and a better horse, and seemed resolute to press forward to the very van.

That would have been suicide for me, and I had all I could do to keep my place in the bunch I rode with.

But, Great God! what an hour it was! There was loose shooting on our flank, but nothing to trouble us,

though the gun team of some Austrian howitzer, struggling madly at a bridge, gave us a bit of a tussle.

Everything flitted past me like smoke, or like the mad finale of a dream just before waking. I knew the living

movement under me, and the companionship of men, but all dimly, for at heart I was alone, grappling with

the realization of a new world. I felt the shadows of the Palantuken glen fading, and the great burst of light as

we emerged on the wider valley. Somewhere before us was a pall of smoke seamed with red flames, and

beyond the darkness of still higher hills. All that time I was dreaming, crooning daft catches of song to

myself, so happy, so deliriously happy that I dared not try to think. I kept muttering a kind of prayer made up

But as we drew out from the skirts of the hills and began the long slope to the city, I woke to clear

consciousness. I felt the smell of sheepskin and lathered horses, and above all the bitter smell of fire. Down in

the trough lay Erzerum, now burning in many places, and from the east, past the silent forts, horsemen were

closing in on it. I yelled to my comrades that we were nearest, that we would be first in the city, and they

nodded happily and shouted their strange warcries. As we topped the last ridge I saw below me the van of

our charge a dark mass on the snow while the broken enemy on both sides were flinging away their arms

In the very front, now nearing the city ramparts, was one man. He was like the point of the steel spear soon to

be driven home. In the clear morning air I could see that he did not wear the uniform of the invaders. He was

turbaned and rode like one possessed, and against the snow I caught the dark sheen of emerald. As he rode it

seemed that the fleeing Turks were stricken still, and sank by the roadside with eyes strained after his

Then I knew that the prophecy had been true, and that their prophet had not failed them. The longlooked for