“Think! Tell me, did you find anything more?”
“No,” said the Pimple.
“Well, there you are!” said I.
The Pimple translated into Turkish for the Cook’s benefit. For some minutes they talked together eagerly. Then the Cook seized my hand, pressed it to his ragged bosom, and became very eloquent.
“He is thanking you,” said Moïse. “He says you are most wonderful of mediums. You will know how the Spirit may be appeased. We shall dig no more without orders.”
CHAPTER VII
OF THE CALOMEL MANIFESTATION AND HOW KIAZIM FELL
INTO THE NET
The camp as a whole had enjoyed the treasure-hunt. Mundey and I were congratulated on having pulled off a good practical joke against the Turk. On the other hand, there were a few who disapproved of what we had done. They held that discovery of the fraud would anger the Turk, not only against the perpetrators, but against the whole camp. Our success, however, deprived their criticism of any force, and they confined themselves to a warning that it was foolish to run such risks without an object.
Nobody guessed that behind my foolery there was an object, and a very serious one. It was the first real step in a considered plan of escape.