"
Grim smiled over at Mabel.
"You might show him the letter?" he suggested.
So Mabel dug down into the mysteries beneath her shirtwaist and produced
the document wrapped in a medical bandage of oiled silk. Hadad unwrapped
it, read it carefully, and handed it to Grim.
"Are you deceived by that?" he asked. "Does Feisul speak like that, or
write like that? Since when has he turned coward that he should sign
his name with a number?"
"What do you make of it?" asked Grim.
"Hah! It is as plain as the ink on the paper. It is intended for use
against Feisul, first by making the British suspicious of him, second by
providing the French with an excuse to attack him, third by convicting
him of treachery, for which he can be jailed or executed after he is
caught. What do you propose to do with it, Jimgrim?"
"I'm going to show it to Feisul."
"Good! I, too, am on my way to see Feisul. Perhaps the two of us
together can convince him what is best."
"If we two first agree," Grim answered with a dry smile.
"Do you agree that two and two make four? This is just as simple,
Jimgrim. Feisul cannot contend with the French. The financiers have
spread their net for Syria, Feisul has no artillery worth speaking of--
no gas--no masks against gas, and the French have plenty of everything
except money.
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