"I wish you," said the Consul-General, "to arrange that the gallows be got out and set up after dark to-morrow night in the square in front of the Governorat."
"The square in front of the Governorat?" repeated the Adviser in tones of astonishment. "Does your lordship forget that public execution within the city is no longer legal?"
"Damn it, I'll make it legal," replied the Consul-General, whereupon the red head under the red fez bowed itself out of the library without waiting to ask who was to be hanged.
The next visitor to come to the Agency by appointment was the burly Commandant of Police.
"You still hold your warrant for the arrest of Ishmael Ameer?" asked the Consul-General.
"I do, my lord."
"Then come to Ghezirah to-morrow night, and be ready to receive my orders."
Then came the Colonel who, since the death of General Graves, had been placed in temporary command of the Army of Occupation.
"Is everything in order?"
"Everything, my lord."