iting him now--and he could not come to
her.... In his stead--Linke the gigantic, the mellifluous....

Renwick turned slowly into a side street, and crouched in the dark angle
of a wall, for a motor car was coming toward him. Motors in the region
of Franz Josef Street and the river were not uncommon, but as a rule
they were seldom to be seen in the hilly region near the Bastion. From
his dark vantage point, Renwick saw the car approach and pass him,
quietly coasting, and stop a short distance below the angle of the
street from which he had emerged. He caught a glimpse of the profile of
the chauffeur, and noted the condition of the car. He judged that it had
come a long journey, for Sarajevo and the part of Bosnia through which
his own machine had traveled, had suffered much from the drought. This
machine was covered with dust, of course, but it was also literally
spattered with mud. The Englishman watched the machine for a while, but
the chauffeur having silenced the engine, remained motionless, in deep
shadow, waiting. Of course belated visitors from the European section of
the city to the Kastele were a possibility, but the quietness with which
the chauffeur had approached, and the eager way in which he now leaned
forward in his seat watching the _meshrebiya_ windows of a house at some
distance, excited Renwick's curiosity. Why was the man there? Who was he
watching in the house of the lighted window? Had this mystery anything
in common with his own? Renwick watched the windows too. A light burned
dimly within, and once he thought a shadow passed. The window and the
chauffeur interested him, but he was too far away to distinguish the
house clearly, and so, moving stealthily, he stole quietly up the hill
to a cross street, and turning to the left, in the shadow of a wall,
walked rapidly down to a small alley which he took at random, at the end
of which he paused for observation. The house with the _meshrebiya_
windows was now just below where he stood, but opposite him was an
ancient stone wall, and in its center was a blue door. There were trees
within the enclosure, and he heard the sound of falling water. He found
a dark doorway and crouched silently, watching.

A _cul-de-sac_? Perhaps. Disappointment and chagrin had done their worst
to him. He would wait see what was to happen, and if nothing came of the
venture he would merely have his labor for his pains. He noted above the
wall that there were windows of the hou