It was Rasta Bey.
You've picked an awkward fellow to make an enemy of.' I did not smile but laughed.

'Rasta!' I cried.

'He's one of Enver's satellites.

That explains many things.

I should like a word with you alone, Sir.' He nodded to the staff-officer, and when he had gone I put on my most Bible face and looked as important as a provincial mayor at a royal visit.
'I can speak freely,' I said, 'for I am speaking to a soldier of Germany.