of his mind, while those intelligent, bright eyes smiled so
disarmingly.

"How do you propose to reach the Dead Sea?" he asked. "Ben
Nasir's escort will probably meet you on the shore on this side."

"Oh, hire some sort of conveyance, I suppose."

"Couldn't we lend him one of our cars, Grim?"

Grim nodded again.

"We'll do that. Grim, can you get word to ben Nasir so that when
the escort is ready he may send a messenger straight to the hotel
with the information? D'you get my meaning?"

"Sure," said Grim, "nobody else need know then."

"Very well," said Sir Louis. He rose from his chair to intimate
that the precise moment had arrived when I might leave without
indiscretion. It was not until I was outside the door that I
realized that my permission was simply verbal, and that the only
document that had changed hands had been signed by me. Grim
followed me into the ante-room after a minute.

"Hadn't I better go back and ask for something in writing from
him?" I suggested.

"You wouldn't get it. Anyhow, you're dealing with a gentleman.
You needn't worry. I was afraid once or twice you might be going