the tutor he read ancient history, which he promptly forgot;
and for the rest of the hot, dreary day with the moving-
picture man through the bazaars and along the water-front he
stalked suspects for the camera.

The name of the moving-picture man was Harry Stetson. He had
been a newspaper reporter, a press-agent, and an actor in
vaudeville and in a moving-picture company. Now on his own
account he was preparing an illustrated lecture on the East,
adapted to churches and Sunday-schools. Peter and he wrote it
in collaboration, and in the evenings rehearsed it with
lantern slides before an audience of the hotel clerk, the
tutor, and the German soldier of fortune who was trying to
sell the young Turks very old battleships. Every other
foreigner had fled the city, and the entire diplomatic corps
had removed itself to the summer capital at Therapia.

There Stimson, the first secretary of the embassy and, in the
absence of the ambassador, CHARGE D'AFFAIRES, invited Peter
to become his guest. Stimson was most anxious to be polite to
Peter, for Hallowell senior was a power in the party then in
office, and a word from him at Washington in favor of a
rising young diplomat would do no harm. But Peter was afraid
his father would consider Therapia "out of bounds."


"He sent me to Constantinople," explained Peter, "and if he
thinks I'm not playing the game the Lord only knows where he
might send me next-and he might cut off my allowance."