ational--very," Grim admitted.

"Ah! But the utmost must be made of the sensation. Men must be
ready in Damascus to stir public feeling on the strength of it.
Word must go to Mustapha Kemal to strike hard while the iron is
hot. There must be reprisals everywhere. Blood must flow.

"The Europeans, French as well as British, must be goaded into
making rash mistakes that will further inflame the populace. It
must be shouted from the house-tops that the Jews have blown up a
Moslem sacred place, and that the British are protecting them.
There must be a true jihad* proclaimed against all non-Moslems
almost simultaneously everywhere. Do you understand now how
swiftly you must travel to Damascus?" [*Holy war.]

Grim nodded. "Yet these foreigners are cunning," he said
doubtfully. "Are you sure your plan is not suspected?"

"Quite sure. There was one man--a cursed interfering jackanapes
of an American, whom they all call Jimgrim, of whom I was afraid.
He is clever. He goes snooping here and there, and knows how to
disguise himself. But he fell downstairs this morning and broke
his thigh in two places. If anything could make me religious,
that would! If I were not a nationalist, I would say 'Glory
to God, and blessed be His Prophet, who has smitten him whom
we feared!"'

"That broken leg might be a trick to put you off your guard,"
Grim suggested pleasantly.

"No. I made secret enquiries. He is in great pain. He may lose
the leg. The doctor who has charge of the case is a Major
Templeton, an irritable person and, like most of the English, too
big a fool to deceive anybody. No, luckily for Mister Jimgrim it
is not a trick. Otherwise he would have shared the fate today of
Bedreddin Shah the constable. The trap was all ready for him.
With the inquisitive and really clever out of the way there is
nothing to be feared. Now--pardon me, Captain Ali Mirza, but
that letter you received just now; would you like to show it
to me?"

"Why?" Grim demanded, frowning, and bridling all over.

"Hee-hee! For the sake of reciprocity. I have told you my
secret. If it were not that I am more than usually circumspect,
and accustomed to protect myself, one might say that my life is
now in your hands, captain. Besides--hee-hee!--I might add that
Jerusalem is my particular domain. I would have no difficulty in
seeing that letter in any case. But there should be no need for
--hee-hee!--shall we call them measures?--be