There at them thou thy tail may toss
A running stream they darena’ cross.”
And so we chatted until YYY’s voice from the other side of the stream (only Hill and I heard it, of course) bade us come on.
WHERE THE SECOND CLUE WAS BURIED—BONES’S NULLAH
The remainder of our journey was a repetition of the previous day’s, save that no photograph was taken; and when the tin box containing a second lira and another paper of cryptic instructions was unearthed, we failed to escape the gratitude of the cook. He went on his knees, kissed our hands, and made a most fervent speech. (The Pimple translated.) He assured us that our names would never die in Turkey, and that his grandchildren’s grandchildren would call down blessings on the heads of Jones and Heel Effendi. We hope they will—it can’t do us any harm.
All the way back the Turks babbled about the treasure. Two of the three clues were now found. The Spook was rapidly fulfilling his promises. All honour to the Spook, to YYY, and to KKK. We must thank them! When we got back to our prison the spook-board was produced, and the Pimple thanked all concerned with great solemnity, and asked for further orders.
The Spook warned us that another attempt might be made on our lives that night. (On the night of the 31st March OOO had tried, but failed to do anything.)
Moïse. “May the mediums have extra food to-night? They are very hungry.”
Spook. “Better not. Drink, if they like.”