Jeremy and I kept Narayan
Singh in sight, for it was possible that Yussuf Dakmar had gathered a
gang to waylay whoever might emerge from the house.
But he seemed to have had enough of bungling accomplices that night.
Grim hadn't gone fifty paces, keeping well in the middle of the road,
when a solitary shadow began stalking him, and doing it so cautiously
that though he had to cross the circles of street lamplight now and then
neither Jeremy nor I could have identified him afterward.
Narayan Singh had orders not to do anything but guard Grim against
assault, for Grim judged it wise to leave Yussuf Dakmar at large than to
precipitate a climax by arresting him. He had the names of most of the
local conspirators, and if the leader were seized too soon the equally
dangerous rank and file might scatter and escape.
Down inside the Jaffa Gate, in a dark alley beside the Grand Hotel,
there are usually two or three cabs standing at any hour of the night
ready to care for belated Christian gentlemen who have looked on the
wine when it was any colour that it chanced to be. There were three
there, and Grim took the first one, flourishing his envelope carelessly
under the corner lamp.
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