Noureddin Ali took it between spidery fingers and examined it like a schoolmaster conning a boy's composition.
But the expression of his face changed as he took in the contents, holding the paper so that alligator-eyes could read it, too.
"Who wrote this ?" he asked.
"Can't you read the signature?
Enver Eyub." "Who is he ?" "One of Mustapha Kemal's staff." "So.

'In pursuing your mission you will also take steps to ascertain whether or not Noureddin Ali Bey is a person worthy of confidence.' Aha! That is excellent! So Mustapha Kemal Pasha has heard of me ?" Grim nodded.
"And the rest of your mission ?" "Is confidential." "And are you satisfied that I am to be trusted ?" "I think you mean business." "Then you should tell me what is the nature of your secret mission to Jerusalem.

Possibly I can give you needed information.
If you have obtained information of value, you should confide in me.

I can be most useful when I know most." Grim frowned.

He began to look uneasy.