“I won’t move,” the stranger muttered passionately. “I have found him at last—I won’t move.”
“But neither will he,” I soothed him. “He’s gone into the house....”
“Did you see him go in?”
“Ah, but His Excellency is clever!” said the Armenian viciously.
We grabbed hold of him and hauled him round the square.
“Now,” said Tarlyon, “what’s all this Excellency nonsense?”
“He doesn’t think it’s nonsense,” the young man muttered grimly.
“Look here,” I said, “either this is a plot or it is not a plot. In either case you’ll look rather an idiot, so——”
“You’d better confide in us,” Tarlyon finished. “We, being English, have great sympathy with oppressed peoples——”