I am breathless.' The big street we had struck seemed to run along the crest of the hill.
There were lamps in it, and crawling cabs, and quite civilized-looking shops.

We soon found the hotel to which Kuprasso had directed us, a big place in a courtyard with a very tumble-down-looking portico, and green sun-shutters which rattled drearily in the winter's wind.

It proved, as I had feared, to be packed to the door, mostly with German officers.

With some trouble I got an interview with the proprietor, the usual Greek, and told him that we had been sent there by Mr Kuprasso.

That didn't affect him in the least, and we would have been shot into the street if I hadn't remembered about Stumm's pass.
So I explained that we had come from Germany with munitions and only wanted rooms for one night.