Yussuf Dakmar took the next in line, and ordered the driver to follow
Grim. So we naturally took the last one, all three of us crowding on to
the rear seat in order to watch the cabs in front. But as soon as we had
driven back outside the city gate Yussuf Dakmar looked behind him and,
growing suspicious of us, ordered his driver to let us pass.
It would have been too obvious if we had stopped too, so we hid our
faces as we passed, and then put Jeremy on the front seat, he looking
like an Arab and being most unrecognizable. Yussuf Dakmar followed us
at long range, and as the lean horses toiled slowly up the Mount of
Olives to headquarters the interval between the cabs grew greater. By
the time we reached the guard-house and answered the Sikh sentry's
challenge there was no sign of Grim in front, and we could only hear in
the distance behind us the occasional click of a loose shoe to tell that
Yussuf Dakmar was still following.
CHAPTER VI
"Better the evil that we know..."
Yussuf Dakmar had his nerve with him that night, or possibly desperation
robbed him of discretion. He may have been a more than usually daring
man with his wits about him, but you'd have to hunt down the valley of
death before you could bring the psychoanalytic guns to bear on him for
what they're worth.
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