'Where is he?' he asked sharply.
'At present in Constantinople,' replied Henkel, who was watching Ken keenly. 'But it is likely that he will presently be sent elsewhere.'
'What—into Asia Minor?' said Ken in dismay. Constantinople was bad enough, but nothing to the horrors of the Turkish prisons in Asia.
'Not so far as that. He is to be moved, with others of the British and French, to Gallipoli.'
Ken's cheeks went white. His eyes were full of horror.
'You are perhaps aware,' continued Henkel, 'that the Turkish Government has decided upon this step as a response to the bombardment of unfortified places by your fleet. If Turkish civilians are to be killed, it is only fair that enemy civilians should share their fate.'
'Enver Bey seems to have learnt his German pretty thoroughly,' put in Roy sarcastically.
Henkel's eyes glared as he turned upon him.
'Be silent!' he ordered, with a fury he could hardly repress.
Roy merely smiled, and Henkel turned again to Ken.