The new-comer smiled confidently.
"Greeting, servant of Amaryllis," he said.

"I am your lady's expected guest." The Greek came forth from the square formed by his guard.
"I am that servant of Amaryllis," he said courteously.

"But show me yet another sign." The Ephesian drew from his bosom the Maccabaean signet and flashed its blue fires at the Greek.

The servant stepped hastily between the soldiers and the new-comer.
"Thy name ?" he asked in a whisper.
"I am Philadelphus Maccabaeus." The servant bent and taking the hem of the woolen tunic pressed it to his lips.
"Happy hour!" he exclaimed.

"I pray you follow me." The pretender breathed a relieved sigh and joined his protector.
They passed down into Akra and approached the straight column of pungent smoke towering up from a charred heap that the Ephesian in spite of his haste inspected curiously.
"What is that ?" he asked of the Greek.
"That, master, is the city granaries." "The granaries!" the Ephesian cried, aghast.
The Greek inclined his head.
"What--what--fired them ?" the Ephesian asked.
"John and Simon differed on the point of its control and each fired it to keep the other from possessing it!" For a moment the Ephesian was thunderstruck.