"Then what are we arguing about?"' demanded Betty.
I laughed.
"Darn it all," I confessed. "You won't let up, will you? Well, have it your own way. What do you want to do?"
"Run you down the Bosphorus after dark for a look at Tokalji's house from the water side," she answered promptly.
Hugh intervened.
"There's no question in the minds of you two chaps but that any attack ought to come from the water front, is there?" he asked.
"It couldn't very well come from the street," replied Nikka. "There's a high, windowless wall and a strong door, and even in that lawless quarter publicity would attend an armed invasion of private property."
"Of course," said Betty, her head in the air, "it couldn't be any other way. Now tell us some more about the hiding-place of the treasure."
Nikka shrugged his shoulders and looked at me.
"What more can we say?" I answered. "There's the courtyard and the red stone."