Whereat he smiled at all of us.
"And you are quite sure that the Emir Feisul has escaped?" he asked.
"Well, there are those whom the news will annoy, which is too bad, but
can't be helped. For myself, I cannot say that I shall shed tears.
Madame..." He looked straight at Mabel. "Major..." He met Grim's eyes
and smiled. "Messieurs ..." It was my turn, and Narayan Singh's; his
steady stare was good and made you feel like shaking hands with him.
"Monsieur Scapin (Clown)..." That was meant for Jeremy, and they both
laughed. "You have been adroit, but do you think I could depend on your
discretion?"
We did our best to look discreet.
"You see, Madame et Messieurs, this is not warfare. We desire to
accomplish a definite object with as little unpleasantness as possible.
I shall regret the necessity of sending you to Beirut, but that is for
your safety. An additional and very sound precaution which you
yourselves might take would be to preserve complete silence regarding
the events of the last two days. Subject to that condition, you will be
given facilities for leaving Beirut by sea in any direction you may
wish. Do we understand one another? Good! Now, let me see whether I
have your names correctly.
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