I don't suppose anyone except the
few who, like Grim, have made a life-study of the problem of Islam in
all its bearings could quite have grasped it. Mabel had a viewpoint that
served Grim's purpose as well as any at the moment.
"That man's too good, and much too good-looking to be wasted!" she said
emphatically. "D'you suppose that if Colonel Lawrence were really here--"
"Half a minute," said Grim, "and I'll come to that. How about you,
Hadad? How far would you go to save Feisul from this Waterloo?"
"I would go a long way," he answered cautiously. "What do you intend?"
"To appear near the firing-line, for one thing, with somebody who looks
like Colonel Lawrence, and somebody else who looks enough like Feisul in
one of Feisul's cars, and give the French a run for it in one direction
while Feisul escapes in the other."
"Wallahi! But what if Feisul won't go?"
"He'll get helped! Did you ever hear what they did to Napoleon at
Waterloo? Seized his bridle and galloped away with him."
"You mean I'm to act Lawrence again?" asked Mabel, looking deathly
white.
Grim nodded.
"Who's cast for Feisul?" Jeremy inquired.
"You are.
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