Then he quickened his pace.
"By the horns of Capricornus!" he avowed.

"The sooner one gets out of this, the wiser he must be counted!" The Greek looked at him with lifted brows and led on.
They crossed the Tyropean Valley and approached a small new house of stone, abutting the vast retaining wall that was built against Moriah.
A line of soldiers was thrown out from the entrance to the house and his conductor, after whispering a word to the captain, led the way up to a double-barred door.

A long time after he had rapped, there was the sound of falling chains and the door swung open.

A second Greek servant of no less beauty bowed the new-comer and his companion within.

The noise of the streets was suddenly cut off.