'Both of us.

We're all for the rosy hours.' 'Then the fourth hour after midday.

Walk straight through the cafe and one will be there to unlock the door.

You are new-comers here?
Take the advice of Angelo Kuprasso and avoid the streets after nightfall.
Stamboul is no safe place nowadays for quiet men.' I asked him to name a hotel, and he rattled off a list from which I chose one that sounded modest and in keeping with our get-up.

It was not far off, only a hundred yards to the right at the top of the hill.
When we left his door the night had begun to drop.