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skins. And so began that conversation which had never been out of my thoughts for four hectic weeks.

ā€œIf I presume to begin,ā€ said Blenkiron, ā€œitā€™s because I reckon my story is the shortest. I have to confess to you, gentlemen, that I have failed.ā€

He drew down the corners of his mouth till he looked a cross between a music-hall comedian and a sick child.

ā€œIf you were looking for something in the root of the hedge, you wouldnā€™t want to scour the road in a high-speed automobile. And still less would you want to get a birdā€™s-eye view in an aeroplane. That parable about fits my case. I have been in the clouds and Iā€™ve been scorching on the pikes, but what I was wanting was in the ditch all the time, and I naturally missed itā ā€Šā ā€¦ I had the wrong stunt, Major. I was too high up and refined. Iā€™ve been processing through Europe like Barnumā€™s Circus, and living with generals and transparencies. Not that I havenā€™t picked up a lot of noos, and got some very interesting sidelights on high politics. But the thing I was after wasnā€™t to be found on my beat, for those that knew it werenā€™t going to tell. In that kind of society they donā€™t get drunk and blab after their tenth cocktail. So I guess Iā€™ve no contribution to make to quieting Sir Walter Bullivantā€™s mind, except that heā€™s dead right. Yes, Sir, he has hit the spot and rung the bell. There is a mighty miracle-working proposition being floated in these parts, but the promoters are keeping it to themselves. They arenā€™t taking in more than they can help on the ground-floor.ā€

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 fur-lined as he made out. ā€œIā€™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 donā€™t figure enough on. Sheā€™ll give up Belgium and Alsace-Lorraine and Poland, but by God! sheā€™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 bright-eyed 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 wonā€™t be beaten if he has the road to the East safe. Germanyā€™s like a scorpion: her stingā€™s in her tail, and that tail stretches way down into Asia.

ā€œI got that clear, and I also made out that it wasnā€™t going to be dead easy for her to keep that tail healthy. Turkeyā€™s a bit of an anxiety, as youā€™ll soon discover. But Germany thinks she can manage it, and I wonā€™t say she canā€™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. wasnā€™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 staff-work. I used to nod my head and get enthusiastic about these stunts, but it was all soft soap. She has a trick in handā ā€”that much I know, but Iā€™m darned if I can put a name to it. I pray to God you boys have been cleverer.ā€

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 high-boned face, and stained eyebrows he had the appearance of some mad mullah.

ā€œI went straight to Smyrna,ā€ he said. ā€œIt wasnā€™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 Iā€™m blood-brother 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 Conservative-Nationalist caucus. But it was uncommon powerful in the provinces, and Enver and Talaat darenā€™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.

ā€œYou 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, Dickā ā€”pretty good, wasnā€™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 Empireā ā€”far better than Enverā€™s Khafiyeh. And they were popular, too,

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