Sandy, you know Constantinople.

You fix the meeting-place.' 'I've already thought of that,' he said, and going to the writing-table he drew a little plan on a sheet of paper.

'That lane runs down from the Kurdish Bazaar in Galata to the ferry of Ratchik.

Half-way down on the left-hand side is a cafe kept by a Greek called Kuprasso.

Behind the cafe is a garden, surrounded by high walls which were parts of the old Byzantine Theatre.