He was probably somewhere in Asia Minor, and a month or two later would get to Constantinople and hear in some pot-house the yarn of the two wretched Dutchmen who had disappeared so soon from men's sight.
That rendezvous at Kuprasso's was no good.

It would have been all right if we had got here unsuspected, and could have gone on quietly frequenting the place till Blenkiron picked us up.

But to do that we wanted leisure and secrecy, and here we were with a pack of hounds at our heels.

The place was horribly dangerous already.

If we showed ourselves there we should be gathered in by Rasta, or by the German military police, or by the madman in the skin cap.