appealed to. So has the United States consul, and neither of us
is going to be able to do much. Remember, I represent a government
at peace with Turkey, and so does he. The Turk has a side to his
character that governments ignore. Have you watched them at prayer?"

We told him how close we had been on the previous night, and he laughed.

"Did you suppose I couldn't smell camel and khan the moment you came
in?"

"That was why Sister Vanderman hurried you off so promptly!" Fred
announced with an air of outraged truthfulness. "Faugh! Slangy
talk and stink of stables!"

"I was talking of Turks," said the consul. "When they pray, you
may have noticed that they glance to right and left. When they think
there is nobody looking they do more, they stare deliberately to
the right and left. That is the act of recognition of the angel
and the devil who are supposed to attend every Moslem, the angel
to record his good deeds and the devil his bad ones. To my mind
there lies the secret of the Turk's character. Most of the time
he's a man of his word--honest--courteous--considerate--good-humored
--even chivalrous--living up to the angel. But once in so often
he remembers the other shoulder, and then there isn't any limit to
the deviltry he'll do. Absolutely not a limit!"

"I suppose we or the Americans could land marines at a pinch, and
protect whoever asked for protection?" suggested Monty.

"No," said the consul deliberately. "Germany would object. Germany