“Ready, Yussuf?”
“Yes, excellency, and mind, once more, all are to follow me close under the walls. Not a word is to be spoken.”
“But you will pause for a few minutes in the subterranean passage,” whispered the professor. “I must see that.”
“You will have ample time, excellency. Now, Lawrence effendi, awaken your friends.”
Lawrence drew a long breath, and stooping down, laid his hand upon Mr Chumley’s shoulder.
“Don’t!” was the gruff response.
“Mr Chumley, wake up. Hush! Don’t speak.”
“Eh, what? Time to get up. Why don’t you pull aside the rug?”
“Hush, sir! Wake up.”
“Eh, what? Is my wife ill?”