“Wait,” he shouted back; “I’ll show you and your friends behind us what speed really is.”
The car was still slowing down as they passed over a wooden bridge where a narrow road, partly washed out, 174 turned to the left and ran along a hillside. Into this he steered.
“Who is it chasing us?” he asked curiously, still incredulous that any embassy whatever was involved in this amazing affair.
“Friends.”
“More Turks?”
She did not reply.
He sat still, listening for a few moments, then hastily started his car down the hill.
“Now,” he said, “I’ll show you what this car of mine really can do! Are you afraid?”
She said between her teeth:
“I’d be a fool if I were not. All I pray for is that you’ll kill yourself, too.”