And that wind is blowing towards the Indian border.

Whence comes that wind, think you ?' Sir Walter had lowered his voice and was speaking very slow and distinct.

I could hear the rain dripping from the eaves of the window, and far off the hoot of taxis in Whitehall.
'Have you an explanation, Hannay ?' he asked again.
'It looks as if Islam had a bigger hand in the thing than we thought,' I said.

'I fancy religion is the only thing to knit up such a scattered empire.' 'You are right,' he said.

'You must be right.