And then he raised his voice perceptibly, as if he wished to be
overheard:

"I think those men who passed just now were not officers at all. Perhaps
they were strangers. It may be that one of them is confused, and is
leading the guard in the wrong direction!"

"Don't make so much noise then!" retorted Yussuf Dakmar. Jeremy, who
thinks habitually about ten times as fast as I do, slipped away at once
into the shadows to find Narayan Singh and decoy the guard elsewhere. I
didn't envy him the job, for Sikhs use cold steel first and argue
afterward when on the qui vive in the dark. However, he accomplished his
purpose. Narayan Singh saved his life, and the guard arrested him on
general principles. You could hear both Jeremy and Narayan Singh using
Grim's name freely. Yussuf Dakmar wasn't deaf. He gave tongue:

"There! Did you hear that? They are speaking of Major Grim. You are a
fool if you wait here any longer. That fellow Grim is a devil, I tell
you. If he finds us we are both lost!"

"We have to be found first," Grim answered, and you could almost hear
him smile.

"Quick then! What do you want?" snapped Yussuf Dakmar. Grim's answer
was the real surprise of the evening. It bewildered me as much as it
astonished Yussuf Dakmar.

"I want that letter that came from the Emir Feisul!"