There is no love lost between Enver and those I serve.

I need not tell you that.

This Rasta thought he had found a chance of delaying us, so he invents this trash about spies.

Those Comitadjis have spies on the brain ...

Especially he hates Frau von Einem.' He jumped at the name.
'You have orders from her ?' he asked, in a respectful tone.
'Why, yes,' I answered, 'and those orders will not wait.' He got up and walked to a table, whence he turned a puzzled face on me.
'I'm torn in two between the Turks and my own countrymen.