corresponding date according to our western calendar.

"Leaves six days," he said pleasantly. "It means the French intend to
attack Damascus seven days from now."

"Let 'em!" Jeremy exploded. "Feisul'll give 'em ----! All they've got
are Algerians."

"The French have poison gas," Grim answered dourly. "Feisul's men have
no masks."

"Get 'em some!"

That was Jeremy again. Grim didn't answer, but went on talking:

"They're going to get Damascus. All they've waited for was poison gas,
and now there's no stopping 'em. They forged this letter after the gas
arrived. Now if they catch Feisul in Damascus they'll put him on trial
for his life, and they probably hope to get this letter back somehow to
use as evidence against him."

"Go slow, Jim!" Mabel objected. "Where's your proof that the French are
jockeying this? Isn't that Feisul's seal?"

"Yes, and it's his paper. But not his handwriting."

"He might have dictated it, mightn't he?"

"Never in those words. Feisul don't talk or write that way. The
letter's a manifest forgery, as I'll prove by confronting Feisul with