hadn't gone shopping with Mabel. She saw the crowd first (I was in
Noureddin's store) and jabbed her way in with her umbrella--she yelled
to me and I bucked the line.

"The Jews wanted to tell me I had no right to take that chap to the Sikh
hospital, and no more had I; so I plugged him up a bit, and put him in
a cab, and let him take himself there, Mabel and me beside him. Seeing
I was paying for the cab, I didn't see why Mabel should walk. Of
course, once we had him in there he was too sick to be moved; but the
Army won't pay for him, so I sent a bill to the Zionists, and they
returned it with a rude remark on the margin. Maybe I can get the money
out of Feisul some day; otherwise I'm stuck."

"I'll settle that," said Grim. "What's the tune he plays?"

"Utter mystery. Swears a Jew stabbed him, but that Damascus outfit
blame the Jews for everything. He's only just down from Damascus. I
think he's one of Feisul's officers, although he's not in uniform--
prob'ly on a secret mission. Suppose you go and see him? But say,
watch out for the doc on duty--he's a meddler. Tell him nothing!"

"Sure. How about Jeremy? What's the verdict?"

"What do you want done with him?"

"I want him out of reach of trouble here pending his discharge. No need
to certify him mad, is there?"

"Mad? All Australians are mad. None of us need a certificate for that.
Have you arrested him?"