"That's exactly where you're wrong!" Grim retorted triumphantly.
He stood up, and pointed at Jeremy.
"Here's a man who owns a gold-mine. It lies between Mesopotamia and
your father's kingdom of the Hedjaz, and its exact whereabouts is a
secret. He's here tonight to make you a pres ent of the mine! And
here's another man,"--he pointed at me--"a mining expert, who'll tell
you what the thing's worth. It's yours, if you'll agree to abandon
Syria and lay a course for Baghdad!"
CHAPTER XIV
"You'll be a virgin Victim!"
Feisul was interested; he couldn't help being. And he was utterly
convinced of Grim's sincerity. But he wasn't moved from his purpose,
and not even Jeremy's account of the gold-mine, or my professional
opinion of its value, had the least effect toward cancelling the plans
he had in mind. He was deeply affected by the offer, but that was all.
"Good heavens, man!" Grim exploded suddenly. "Surely you won't throw
the whole world into war again! You know what it will mean if the
French kill or imprison you. There isn't a Moslem of all the millions
in Asia who won't swear vengeance against the West--you know that! A
direct descendant of Mohammed, and the first outstanding, conquering
Moslem since Saladin--"
"The Allies should have thought of that before they broke promises,"
said Feisul.
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