I had stumbled on a worthless piece of knowledge, for I could not use it.

Hilda von Einem, if such a person existed and possessed the great secret, was probably living in some big house in Berlin, and I was about as likely to get anything out of her as to be asked to dine with the Kaiser.

Blenkiron might do something, but where on earth was Blenkiron?
I dared say Sir Walter would value the information, but I could not get to Sir Walter.

I was to go on to Constantinople, running away from the people who really pulled the ropes.

But if I stayed I could do nothing, and I could not stay.