“What, and kill us, Yussuf?” said Lawrence, with a horrified look.
“Not if I can save you, Lawrence effendi,” said Yussuf eagerly. “But the letters must be sent. It will make the villains think that we are content to wait, and put them off their guard. Preston effendi, it is a terrible increase of the risk, but you will take the lady?”
“Take the lady?”
“Hush! When we escape. Do not say more now; we may be overheard. Write your letters.”
“Then you mean to try and escape.”
“Try and escape, effendi?” said Yussuf with a curious laugh; “why, of course.”
“What will you do?”
“Wait, excellency, and see. There are walls here, and I think places where we might get down past the guards with ropes.”
“And the ropes?”
Yussuf laughed softly, and stared at the rugs as he said quietly: