“Well, what of that? Are Englishmen so rare?”
“Alas, no—though I notice, my good Ganz, that you do your best to thin them out! This specimen was too typical for me to be able to describe him. Younger than usual, possibly; yellow hair, blue eyes, constrained manner, everything to sample. He called himself Mark, or Matthew. Rather their apostolic air, too—except that he was in the Oil Company’s motor-boat. But he gave me to understand that he was not in the Oil Company.”
“Quite so.”
“I saw for myself that he knows nothing about archæology. Who is he? Lynch? Bank? Telegraph?”
“He’s not Lynch, and he’s not Bank, and he’s not Telegraph. Neither is he consul, or even that famous railroad. He’s—English!” And Ganz let out a chuckle at the success of his own characterisation.
“Ah! So?” exclaimed Magin elaborately. “I hear, by the way, that that famous railroad is not marching so fast. The Lurs don’t like it. But sometimes even Englishmen,” he added, “have reasons for doing what they do. This one, at any rate, seemed more inclined to ask questions than to answer them. I confess I don’t know whether it was because he had nothing to say or whether he preferred not to say it. Is he perhaps a Son of Papa, making the grand tour?”
“More or less. Papa gave him no great letter of credit, though. He came out to visit some of the Oil people. And he’s been here long enough to learn quite a lot of Persian.”
“So he starts this morning, I take it, from Sheleilieh. But why the devil does he go to Dizful, by himself?”
“And why the devil shouldn’t he? He’s out here, and he wants to see the sights—such as they are. So he’s going to take a look at the ruins of Susa, and at your wonderful unspoiled Dizful. Shir Ali Khan will be delighted to get a few tomans for his empty house by the river. Then the 21st, you know, is the coronation. So I gave him a letter to the Father of Swords, who——”
“Thunder and lightning!” Magin’s heavy voice resounded in the portico very like a bellow. “You, Ganz, sent this man to the Father of Swords? He might be one of those lieutenants from India who go smelling around in their holidays, so pink and innocent!”