"I shall never rest until I know who it is who can forge my signature so well," he said—"and until I know, I am afraid you will be very uncomfortable, for by law you are in the position of a common malefactor."
"By law I am in the position of a prisoner of war," I answered—"and as such, I am liable to a fortnight's simple imprisonment, for attempting to escape. The Turkish Government signed this agreement only a few months ago with the British representatives at Berne."
"A man who forges another's name is not an officer, but a forger," he said meaningly.
"Say what you like, and do what you like," I answered—"I am in your power. But one thing I ask, and that is, that if you punish me, you should liberate the innocent Theodore and his family. True, we were found in their house, but——"
"I cannot believe what you say," said Djevad Bey thoughtfully.
There was a pause. Then:
"Come, as man to man, won't you tell me who forged that passport?"
"You have just called me a liar," said I. "That ends the matter."
And with an all-is-over-between-us air I left the room, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.
It was then four o'clock in the afternoon, and I had not yet eaten. I did not feel at all amused at the prospect of the Military Prison.