‘Yes; but I have countermanded the orders.’
‘What were they?’
‘I beg your pardon, my lord, but what concern is it—?’
‘For a trip to Rhodes, perhaps?’
‘I shall not deny it if you guess it.’
‘By the order of the Pasha?’
‘Undoubtedly.’
‘On what errand?’
‘His Excellency did not inform me.’
‘To carry this perhaps?’ I flung the paper which bore Mouraki’s handwriting on the table that stood between us.