That was the last of my freedom for the time. Thus suddenly my five weeks' scheming was ended.
Each of us was taken charge of by two policemen, who linked their arms in ours. Presently the order to march was given, and a dismal procession, consisting of two weeping women, a seedy-smart individual in a bowler hat, two youths in slippers and shirt-sleeves, and a Greek waiter, could be seen wending their way to the Central Gaol of Stamboul.
CHAPTER XI
THE BLACK HOLE OF CONSTANTINOPLE
Before leaving, we had protested strongly against the treatment of the women in the house.
"But they are Turkish subjects," said the detectives.
"Anyway, they are women," we protested.
But this had little effect. Theodore and his unfortunate family were marched off behind us to the Central Gaol. I think, however, that our protest was not quite in vain, for it gave the women courage. When I last saw them, before being taken to the Chief of Police, they had dried their tears. Eventually they were released, but not, alas! until they had endured much suffering.
The Chief of Police congratulated us on being safe once more in Turkish hands.