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Then he flung himself in a chair and lit his old pipe. 'Dick, he said, 'this job is getting very difficult and very dark. But my knowledge has grown in the last few days. I've found out the meaning of the second word that Harry Bullivant scribbled. 'Cancer? I asked. 'Yes. It means just what it reads and no more. Greenmantle is dying has been dying for months.
'I know, I said; 'he is called Greenmantle. Sandy scrambled to his feet, letting his pipe drop in the fireplace. 'Now how on earth did you find out that? he cried. Then I told them of Stumm and Gaudian and the whispered words I had not been meant to hear.
Peter, you must know, had shaved his beard and joined the Royal Flying Corps the summer before when we got back from the Greenmantle affair. That was the only kind of reward he wanted, and, though he was absurdly over age, the authorities allowed it. They were wise not to stickle about rules, for Peter's eyesight and nerve were as good as those of any boy of twenty.
You aren't going to reveal yourself to your people, and still less are you going to cut your throat. Greenmantle will avenge the murder of his ministers, and make that bedlamite woman sorry she was born. We're going to get clear away, and inside of a week we'll be having tea with the Grand Duke Nicholas. I wasn't bluffing.
Greenmantle became a sort of myth with me. Somehow I couldn't fix any idea in my head of what he was like. The nearest I got was a picture of an old man in a turban coming out of a bottle in a cloud of smoke, which I remembered from a child's edition of the Arabian Nights. But if he was dim, the lady was dimmer.
'Then the prophet is gone, and the humbug is over, I cried. 'The prophet still lives. She has found a successor. He stood up in his linen tunic. 'Why do I wear these clothes? Because I am Greenmantle. I am the Kaaba-i-hurriyeh for all Islam. In three days' time I will reveal myself to my people and wear on my breast the green ephod of the prophet. He broke off with an hysterical laugh.
But a sort of awe mingled with my satisfaction. I began to feel about Ivery as I had felt about the three devils of the Black Stone who had hunted me before the war, and as I never felt about any other Hun. The men we fought at the Front and the men I had run across in the Greenmantle business, even old Stumm himself, had been human miscreants.
But our job is not to investigate her character. Her Maker will do that good and sure some day. We've got to figure how to circumvent her, and for that you've got to tell us what exactly's been occurring since we parted company. Sandy pulled himself together with a great effort. 'Greenmantle died that night I saw you. We buried him secretly by her order in the garden of the villa.
Sandy's eyes were very bright and I had an audience on wires. 'Did you say that in the tale of Kasredin a woman is the ally of the prophet? 'Yes, said Sandy; 'what of that? 'Only that the same thing is true of Greenmantle. I can give you her name. I fetched a piece of paper and a pencil from Blenkiron's desk and handed it to Sandy. 'Write down Harry Bullivant's third word.
You're wanted here. If you disappear the whole show's busted too soon, and the three of us left behind will be strung up before morning ... No, my son. You're going to escape, but it will be in company with Blenkiron and me. We've got to blow the whole Greenmantle business so high that the bits of it will never come to earth again ... First, tell me how many of your fellows will stick by you?
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