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would be that he had a nose for finding gold and knew his business. That is the position

now. I believe that you have a nose for finding out what our enemies try to hide. I know
that you are brave and cool and resourceful. That is why I tell you the story. Besides ...'
He unrolled a big map of Europe on the wall.
'I can't tell you where you'll get on the track of the secret, but I can put a limit to the quest.
You won't find it east of the Bosporus - not yet. It is still in Europe. It may be in
Constantinople, or in Thrace. It may be farther west. But it is moving eastwards. If you
are in time you may cut into its march to Constantinople. That much I can tell you. The
secret is known in Germany, too, to those whom it concerns. It is in Europe that the
seeker must search - at present.'
'Tell me more,' I said. 'You can give me no details and no instructions. Obviously you can
give me no help if I come to grief.'
He nodded. 'You would be beyond the pale.'
'You give me a free hand.'
'Absolutely. You can have what money you like, and you can get what help you like. You
can follow any plan you fancy, and go anywhere you think fruitful. We can give no
directions.' 'One last question. You say it is important. Tell me just how important.'
'It is life and death,' he said solemnly. 'I can put it no higher and no lower. Once we know
what is the menace we can meet it. As long as we are in the dark it works unchecked and
we may be too late. The war must be won or lost in Europe. Yes; but if the East blazes up,
our effort will be distracted from Europe and the great coup may fail. The stakes are no
less than victory and defeat, Hannay.'
I got out of my chair and walked to the window. It was a difficult moment in my life. I
was happy in my soldiering; above all, happy in the company of my brother officers. I
was asked to go off into the enemy's lands on a quest for which I believed I was
manifestly unfitted - a business of lonely days and nights, of nerve- racking strain, of
deadly peril shrouding me like a garment. Looking out on the bleak weather I shivered. It
was too grim a business, too inhuman for flesh and blood. But Sir Walter had called it a
matter of life and death, and I had told him that I was out to serve my country. He could
not give me orders, but was I not under orders - higher orders than my Brigadier's? I
thought myself incompetent, but cleverer men than me thought me competent, or at least
competent enough for a sporting chance. I knew in my soul that if I declined I should
never be quite at peace in the world again. And yet Sir Walter had called the scheme
madness, and said that he himself would never have accepted.
How does one make a great decision? I swear that when I turned round to speak I meant
to refuse. But my answer was Yes, and I had crossed the Rubicon. My voice sounded
cracked and far away.
Sir Walter shook hands with me and his eyes blinked a little.

'I may be sending you to your death, Hannay - Good God, what a damned task-mistress
duty is! - If so, I shall be haunted with regrets, but you will never repent. Have no fear of
that. You have chosen the roughest road, but it goes straight to the hill-tops.'
He handed me the half-sheet of note-paper. On it were written three words - 'Kasredin',
'cancer', and 'v. I.'
'That is the only clue we possess,' he said. 'I cannot construe it, but I can tell you the story.
We have had our agents working in Persia and Mesopotamia for years - mostly young
officers of the Indian Army. They carry their lives in their hands, and now and then one
disappears, and the sewers of Baghdad might tell a tale. But they find out many things,
and they count the game worth the candle. They have told us of the star rising in the West,
but they could give us no details. All but one - the best of them. He had been working
between Mosul and the Persian frontier as a muleteer, and had been south into the
Bakhtiari hills. He found out something, but his enemies knew that he knew and he was
pursued. Three months ago, just before Kut, he staggered into Delamain's camp with