“Um-m-m!” King rubbed his chin. “On what charge did you get these men?”
“Defense of the Realm--suspicious characters--charge to be entered later.”
“Good! That's simple at all events! Know anything of my man Ismail?”
“Sure! He's one of Yasmini's pets. She bailed him out of Ali's three years ago and he worships her. It was he who broke the leg and ribs of a pup-rajah a month or two ago for putting on too much dog in her reception room! He's Ursus out of Quo Vadis! He's dog, desperado, stalking horse and Keeper of the Queen's secrets!”
“Then why d'you suppose she passed him along to me?” asked King.
“Dunno! This is your little mystery, not mine!”
“Glad you appreciate that! Do me a favor, will you?”
“Anything in reason.”
“Get the keys to all these cells--send 'em in here to me by Ismail--and leave me in here alone!”
Saunders whistled and wiped sweat from his glistening face, for in spite of windows open to the courtyard it was hotter than a furnace room.