was satisfactory to know that the other two were
just as cold and unhappy as I felt.

About ten minutes before the car came the third man showed up
sheepishly, looking surprised as well as relieved to find me
sitting there. He put in several minutes explaining matters to
his friends. I don't doubt he lied like a horse-trader and gave
a detailed account of having followed me from place to place, for
he used a great deal of pantomimic gesture. The other two were
cynical with the air of men who must sit and listen to another
blowing his own trumpet.

The car arrived with a fanfare of horn-blowing, the chauffeur
evidently having had instructions to call lots of attention to
himself. Turner came out at once, with the lower part of his
face protected against the morning chill by a muffler. Being
about the same height, and in that Syrian uniform, he looked
remarkably like Grim, except that he did not imitate the stride
nearly as well.

He stumbled over me, clutched my shoulder and made signs for the
benefit of the spies. Then he whispered to me to help him carry
out the "money" bags. So we each took three for the first trip,
and each contrived to drop one. By the time all ten bags were in
the car there can hardly have remained any doubt in the
conspirators' minds that we were really taking funds to Mustapha
Kemal, or at any rate to somebody up north.

But Davey was no half-way concession maker. Having lent himself
unwillingly to the trick, he did his utmost to make it succeed,
like a good sport. He stuck his head out of a bedroom window.

"Don't forget, now, to send me those rugs from Damascus!"
he shouted.

It all went like clockwork. Glancing back as we drove by the
Jaffa Gate I saw the three spies walk away, and there is very
often more information in men's backs than in their faces. They
walked like laborers returning home with a day's work behind
them, finished; not at all like men in doubt, nor as if they
suspected they were followed, although in fact they were. Three
Sikhs emerged from the corner by the Gate and strolled along
behind them. Detailed preparations for the round-up had begun.
The unostentatious mechanism of it seemed more weird and terrible
than the conspiracy itself.

There was a full company of Sikhs standing to arms in a side
street leading off the Jaffa Road, but they took no notice of us.
Their officer looked keenly at us once, and then very
deliberately stared the other way,