"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 puzzle."
Sandy"s eyes were very bright and I had an audience on wires.
"Did you say that in the tale of Kasredin a woman is the ally of the prophet?"
"Yes," said Sandy; "what of that?"
"Only that the same thing is true of Greenmantle. I can give you her name."
I fetched a piece of paper and a pencil from Blenkiron"s desk and handed it to Sandy.
"Write down Harry Bullivant"s third word."
He promptly wrote down "v. I."
Then I told them of the other name Stumm and Gaudian had spoken. I told of my discovery as I lay in the woodman"s cottage.
"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? for if we find her we have done the trick."
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 headquarters of the puzzle we had set out to unriddle.
But Blenkiron did not laugh. At the mention of Hilda von Einem he had suddenly become very solemn, and the sight of his face pulled me up short.
"I don"t like it, gentlemen," he said. "I would rather you had mentioned any other name on G.o.d"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 U-nited States. But I have met the Frau von Einem, and that lady"s a very different proposition. The man that will understand her has got to take a biggish size in hats."
"Who is she?" I asked.
"Why, that is just what I can"t tell you. She was a great excavator of Babylonish and Hitt.i.te 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 mighty clever woman."
Blenkiron"s respect did not depress me. I felt as if at last we had got our job narrowed to a decent compa.s.s, for I had hated casting about in the dark. I asked where she lived.
"That I don"t know," said Blenkiron. "You won"t find people unduly anxious to gratify your natural curiosity about Frau von Einem."
"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. d.i.c.k, you and Peter must go to bed at once." "Why?" I asked in amazement. Sandy spoke like a medical adviser.
"Because I want your clothes-the things you"ve got on now. I"ll take them off with me and you"ll never see them again."
"You"ve a queer taste in souvenirs," I said.
"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 family lawyer."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I Move in Good Society
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 navy-blue suit with square padded shoulders, a neat black bow-tie, 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 una.s.suming pepper-and-salt, 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 ma.s.ses 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 cypress-studded sh.o.r.es. A man"s temper has a lot to do with his appreciation of scenery. I felt a free man once more, and could use my eyes.
That street was a jumble of every nationality on earth. There were Turkish regulars in their queer conical khaki helmets, and wild-looking levies who had no kin with Europe. There were squads of Germans in flat forage-caps, staring vacantly at novel sights, and quick to salute any officer on the side-walk. Turks in closed carriages pa.s.sed, 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, pa.s.sing comments in high-pitched 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 said nothing, and presently we moved on and came to the harbour-side.
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 moth-eaten 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 then kept on with his business.
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 displayed a tiny square of ribbon, at which he saluted.
Failing to make conversation with the sailor, Blenkiron flung him three of his black cigars.
"I guess you can smoke, friend, if you can"t talk," he said.
The man turned and caught the three neatly in the air. Then to my amazement he tossed one of them back.
The donor regarded it quizzically as it lay on the pavement.
"That boy"s a connoisseur of tobacco," he said. As we moved away I saw the Turkish policeman pick it up and put it inside his cap.
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 cl.u.s.ter. Blenkiron felt the oranges, as if to see that they were sound, and pushed two aside. The man instantly restored them to the group, never raising his eyes.
"This ain"t the time of year to buy fruit," said Blenkiron as we pa.s.sed 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.
"I said "work"."
He smiled blandly. "I reckoned you"d tumble to it. Why, yes, except that I"ve some figuring still to do. Give me half an hour and I"ll be at your service, Major."
That afternoon, after Peter had cooked a wonderfully good luncheon, I had a heart-to-heart talk with Blenkiron.
"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 day or two I guess our friends will know all about our discoveries."
At that I opened my eyes very wide.
"Why, yes. You Britishers haven"t any notion how wide-awake 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 twenty-four 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 silver-tongues, no doubt, but it ain"t oratory that is wanted in this racket. The William Jennings Bryan stunt languishes in war-time. Politics is like a chicken-coop, 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 Admiralty. Yes, Sir, I take off my hat to your Government sleuths."