I missed Will in the scramble, and although it was nearly half an hour before I got served I did not catch sight of him in all that time.
I counted eleven nations taking tea in that tiny room and there were members of yet other tribes strolling the platform, holding themselves aloof with the strange pride of the pariah the wide world over.
When Will came in he was grinning, and his ears seemed to stick out more than usual, as they do when he is pleased with himself.
"Didn't I say fat Johnson was ours if we'd play our cards right ?" he demanded.
"You mean Hassan ?" "He'd had no breakfast.

He'd had no supper.

He had no money.

The Greeks took away what little money he did have on the pretext that he might buy a return ticket and desert them.

They seem to think that a day or two's starvation might make him good and amenable.