"To the extent that we haven't seen a sign of them."
"They will have been scurrying1 about our back-trail," I suggested. "Our disappearance2 must have upset their plans."
"Probably," assented3 Nikka. "Yes, if we are going to profit by that trick we must move soon. I don't believe either Jack4 or I could fool that Cespedes woman. At the same time, what Hugh says about the danger of violent tactics is very true. We should keep my uncle and his men as a reserve. If it ever comes to a cold show-down, we are going to need more than ourselves."
"King and I have talked it over frequently," said Hugh. "But we haven't been able to think of a safe way of getting inside. Of course, we could run ashore5 in the launch some night, and climb up the courtyard wall that fronts on the Bosphorus, but we'd certainly be discovered."
"It wouldn't work," asserted Nikka. "No, to get in and have opportunity to look around for the landmarks6 mentioned in the Instructions we must be accepted as friends."
"It can't be done," protested Hugh at once.
"Oh, yes, it can. Jack and I can do it—with Watkins to help us."
Watkins started up from the pack upon which he had been endeavoring to appear comfortable.
"Oh, now, Mr. Nikka! I never 'eard the like! Your ludship, I protest, I do! I wasn't cut out for a Gypsy. Can you see me in such clothes? It's not decent, your ludship, for a man of my years to be going in public dressed like a pantomime."
"We're not going to make a Gypsy out of you, Watty," returned Nikka, waving him to silence. "You are going to be the innocent victim of two outrageous7 bandits."
"That's worse," groaned8 Watkins. "I'll do my duty, your ludship, and take what comes, but there's no call for all this wild talk, if I may say so, sir, and what does it all lead to? And I'm mortal sure, your ludship, there's bugs9 in this room. 'Adn't we better be getting back to the 'Otel, sir?"
"Sit down," commanded Hugh. "Nobody's stuck you up yet. What's your plan, Nikka?"
"Just this. When we leave here you and Watkins head for Tokalji's house. We'll follow you at a distance. You and Watty must prowl through the street as mysteriously as you can, looking up at the house, examining its approaches, all that sort of thing. Make sure the street is empty—"
"Oh, it's always empty," interrupted Hugh. "It's crescent-shaped, with comparatively few houses opening on it, a backwater."
"That helps. Now, when you get into the street look back and you will see us lurking10 after you. Pretend to be scared. Then we'll go after you, knives out. Run. You get away, Hugh, but we catch Watty and throw him down—"
"Yes, it 'ad to be me, gentlemen," sighed Watkins.
"—empty out his pockets, start to cut his throat—you'd better not be wriggling11 about that time, Watty, or the knife might slip—and you raise a yell for the police around the corner. We change our minds, kick Watty on his way and run back. At the gate of Tokalji's house we ask for admission, claiming we fear pursuit. I think—I am quite sure—they will let us in. It is a chance we must take. They will have seen what we did, and from what you and Wasso Mikali tell me, Tokalji considers himself the chief of the local criminals. He will demand a percentage of our loot, and let it go at that."
"A nice time will be 'ad by all," commented Watkins.
"It sounds simple," I said. "But what about me?"
"You are a Frenchman, an ex-Apache and deserter from the Salonika troops. Let me do the talking. I know Gypsies. If you tell them a bold tale, and carry a high bluff12, they will take you at your own valuation."
"It's a plan worth trying," agreed Hugh. "But you can't expect to stay with Tokalji forever."
"I know that. We'll do the best we can."
"Start now?"
"Wait until afternoon. That will drive your shadows insane, and they will be doubling back to the hotel on the chance of picking you up again."
We spent the balance of the time together hashing over our experiences, and horrifying14 Watkins by revealing to him the state of our apparel. Incidentally, we arranged to have complete changes of European clothes sent to us at the khan, so that if it became necessary we could shift rôles inside the protecting walls of the great caravanserai.
When the hour came to leave, Wasso Mikali and his young men escorted Hugh and Watkins through the courtyard, and Nikka and I followed at some distance. The Gypsies stopped in the gateway15, and we strolled on alone after our friends in the direction of the Bosphorus. We had walked for upwards16 of an hour along the narrow lanes, up-hill and down-hill, elbowing a passage through the sordid17 stream of life, when from an elevation18 we glimpsed the sheen of water, and Hugh, a hundred feet in front of us, tossed his head as if in invitation to press on.
We accepted the hint, and as they rounded an alley19-corner into a dingy20 lane that was over-topped midway by a wall of massive Roman construction we were close at their heels. Now the comedy began. Hugh played up in great shape. He drew a paper from his pocket, and affected22 to stare along the wall. He counted his steps. He looked around him fearfully. He conferred with Watkins, who manifested even more uneasiness. It was Watty who looked behind them, and spied us, peering around a flair23 of stonework. It was Watty, too, I am bound to say, who undertook to measure the height of the wall by contrast with his own stature—at least, he appeared to be doing so. Afterwards he denied that he had had any thought of this. He was only trying to get as far away as possible from us—we "fair gave 'im the creeps."
We slunk into the alley in as hangdog a manner as we could manage. Watty called Hugh's attention to us, as we thought, with genuine dramatic art. We heard later that he remarked: "It ain't right, your ludship, these carryings-on! I don't 'old for me own skin, but there's Mister Jack and Mister Nikka little knowing what they'll be getting theirselfs into." To which Hugh says he replied: "Steady on, old Boot-trees! England expects every man to take his beating."
Anyhow, as Nikka whipped out his knife and ran for them, Watty squeaked24, and lit off with a considerable lead on Hugh. But Hugh wasted no breath. He sprinted25 and lunged into Watkins, knocking him against a house-wall, so that we had time to catch up. And as Hugh reached the curve of the crescent-shaped street, Nikka overhauled26 Watkins and toppled him over with every appearance of ruthless brutality28. In the next moment I added my knife to the picture, and while I menaced the poor old chap's throat, Nikka scientifically emptied his pockets and ripped a money-belt from under his clothes.
"Oh, Mister Nikka, sir," moaned Watkins. "Not that, sir. There wasn't anything said about me belt, sir. Do be careful with that knife, Mister Jack. It's me throat, sir, if I may say so. Not the belt, Mister Nikka! Oh, dear, sir, whatever will I do about me trousers? Torn me apart, you 'ave. Ow!"
This last as Nikka gave every indication of intending to cut his heart out. There came a yell from Hugh around the corner, and Nikka bounded to his feet. Between us we hoisted29 Watkins to his, and propelled him from us with a couple of really brutal27 kicks. Collar torn, jacket scruffed and trousers unbraced, Watkins scudded30 for that corner like a swallow on the wing. But we did not wait to watch his exit. We took to our own heels, and headed in the opposite direction, hesitated at the far corner, and doubled back to the closed door that was buried in the high wall of Tokalji's house.
Nikka banged the thick wood with his knife-hilt.
"Two who fear the police."
A small wicket opened.
"We want none such here." And to one within: "Be still."
"There is something to be divided," answered Nikka.
"Where do you come from?"
"Salonika—and elsewhere."
"Tziganes both?" And again to one unseen: "I said be still, little devil."
"My comrade is a Frank—but he is one of us."
A hinge creaked.
The crack was wide enough for one at a time, and we slid through like shadows, the open leaf slamming behind us. We stood in a large courtyard. To right and left were solid, timeworn buildings, two stories high. In front was a broken wall, partially33 built over by a structure of moldy34 brick, but there was a gap sufficiently35 large to reveal the Bosphorus. The court was cluttered36 with bales of goods and boxes and a number of men and women in Gypsy dress who were occupied in staring at us.
But we did not spare any protracted37 attention for them. There were two far more interesting characters close at hand. One was a stalwart, black-bearded man, with a seamed, wicked face that wore an habitual38 scowl39. The other was a girl of perhaps eighteen, whose lissome40 figure set off her ragged41 dress like a Paquin toilette. She was very brown. Her hair was a tumbled heap of midnight, and her eyes were great glowing depths of passion. Her shapely legs were bare almost to the knee, and her flimsy bodice scarcely covered her. But she carried herself with the unconsciously regal air that I had noticed in Wasso Mikali.
"This is the one," she cried, "he ran like that stallion we had from the Arab of Nejd, and you should have seen him strip the old Frank. He would have had the other one too if his friend had been as swift. Heh, foster-father, he has the makings of a great thief!"[1]
[1] Nikka afterwards translated these conversations for me.
But the man only glowered43 at us, his hand on the hilt of one of the long knives in his waist-sash.
"Somewhat of it I saw myself," he admitted, "but is that a reason for taking strangers in from the street? Who knows them?"
"Heh, many a man has a knife that talks!" The fellow's grin was fiendish. "A talking knife! It says three words." He flashed his own in the air. "Haugh!" It whistled down in a deadly thrust. "Sss-sssrr-kk! And it goes home. Drip-drip! And the tale is told. That is all a knife can say."
"That is why a sure knife is valuable," returned Nikka. "A pistol, now. That shouts aloud. But a knife only whispers, and if a knife knows but three words, how many of its masters can have that said of them?"
"You talk more than most, it seems," leered the bearded man. He was quick of wit.
"I have said what I have said," stated Nikka, folding his arms. "My comrade and I are new to Stamboul. We have heard of Beran Tokalji in many camps. In the winter we were in Paris, the great city of the Franks, and there, too, men spoke48 of Tokalji. A great thief, they said, and one who treated his people well."
"How do you know that I am Tokalji?" demanded the bearded man, plainly flattered by Nikka's speech.
Of course, Nikka did not know him, but he was quick to seize the opportunity and make the most of it.
"I have often heard you described around the fires. It was enough to see the way you handle a knife. 'As sure as the knife of Tokalji' is the saying all along the road from Salonika to Buda and beyond into the Frank countries."
"If you knew me and sought my help, was it wise to rob in front of my door?" countered Tokalji, but the scowl on his face was supplanted49 by a smirk50.
Nikka affected embarrassment51.
"Why, as to that, voivode, there is something to be said," he agreed. "But we saw the Franks, and their looks spelt gold, and—what would you? 'Twas a chance. Also, we thought the police would not dare to touch us here."
"That may be true," Tokalji agreed in his turn. "But there are Frank soldiers in Pera, and how if they came here to seize you?"
"But the Franks did not see us enter," said Nikka.
"Gabble, gabble, gabble," she mocked. "Are we old wives that we mouth over everything? These men robbed, they fled unseen, they have their loot. Foster-father, you are not so keen as you once were. Something was said of a division."
A greedy light dawned in Tokalji's eyes.
"Yes, yes," he insisted, "that is right. So you said, my lad, and if you would have shelter you must pay for it."
"So will I."
Nikka flung the money-belt, some loose change and a watch down on the ground, and squatted52 beside them. The rest of us did the same. The girl seized the belt, and emptied the compartments53, one by one.
"English gold," she exclaimed. "This was worth taking. You are a man of judgment54, friend— What is your name?"
"I am called Giorgi Bordu. My friend is named Jakka in the Tzigane camps. The name he bore in his own country is buried under a killing55."
She looked at me more respectfully.
"Oh-ho, so he has killed, has he?"
"Yes, maiden56. He is not a Gypsy, so with the knife—" Nikka shrugged57 his shoulders in deprecation—"but with his hands, and the pistol, now! You should see him when there is quick work to be done."
She began shifting the money into three equal piles.
"All that he had is there," replied Nikka.
"Humph!" The Gypsy thought for a moment. "It was strange that you attacked those two, Giorgi Bordu. I do not want them sneaking59 around here. They are after something that I want myself."
Nikka, sitting back on his heels, produced his tobacco-box and rolled a cigarette.
"Perhaps a strange thief and his friend might be of aid to you," he suggested.
"Perhaps they might. I don't know— You are smart fellows, I can see that. And I need men like you. But I am not alone in this. There are others, do you see? I must consult them. Still, you should be better than the two I am using just now."
"Are they Tziganes?" inquired Nikka politely.
"Of a sort. But they have lived too long with the Franks. They are not so ready as they once were, and I find they do not bring me the information I require. I make no promises, but suppose I—"
The girl screamed, and I twisted on my haunches to see that Nikka had seized her wrist.
"Let me go, pig," she hissed60, and reached for her knife with her free hand; but Nikka caught that, too.
Tokalji stared at them both unpleasantly.
"What is this?" he barked. "Do you assail61 my people already before you are accepted a member of my tribe?"
"I am protecting your purse and mine from this little thief," answered Nikka calmly. "While we talked, she stole."
She stretched a slim brown foot toward the three little piles on the sunken flagstones. Tokalji drew his knife.
Nikka's reply was to rake open the girl's bodice with his hooked fingers. A stream of coins tinkled64 on the pavement. He released her, and she leaped back out of his reach, staring down at him with a puzzled look in her eyes, entirely65 regardless of her nakedness.
Tokalji burst out laughing, and resheathed his knife.
"She is a rare one. You are the first to catch her so."
"And he will be the last!" she said in a low, tense voice.
A wave of color suffused66 her from breast to forehead. But it was from rage, not modesty67. She ripped a dagger68 from her waist.
Nikka shook his head.
"I don't fight with women," he said.
"You'd better fight with her," said Tokalji philosophically70, "or she will kill you. She has a swifter blade than any man of my tribe."
Nikka sank back on his haunches.
"I will not draw my knife," he said.
"Then you will die," she hissed, and charged.
I rose, and made to intervene, but Tokalji drew his knife again and came between us.
"Let her have her chance, man," he ordered in his snarling71 voice, and before I could pass him she struck.
But her knife was stayed in mid21 air. Nikka's arm darted72 out, his fingers clutched her wrist, there was a wrench—and the knife clattered73 beside the stolen coins. He forced her down by his side, picked up the knife and handed it to her. Then turned his back, and resumed his conversation with Tokalji.
"You were speaking of information you required," he said.
"Do you wear the death-shirt that you care so little for death?" he asked.
"Death comes when it is ready," returned Nikka impassively. "Is a man to fear a maiden?"
"Many men fear that maiden," retorted Tokalji grimly. "Heh, you are a fighter. We will accept your comrade for whatever he is. You I know I can use. Kara!"
"Take the strangers to Mother Kathene. Tell her to bed them with the young men."
"I am not afraid of you, Giorgi Bordu," she said, humbly77 fearless. "You turned aside my knife with your bare hand, and my life is yours. Will you take it?"
As she spoke, she pulled aside what scanty78 rags remained of her bodice, and exposed her breast for his knife. Nikka regarded her curiously79, and a light I had never seen there before gleamed momentarily in his eyes.
"Your life is your own, maiden," he answered. "But remember I steal from others. Others do not steal from me."
"That is as it should be," she said. "You are a voivode, a chief. I knew you were no ordinary man when I saw you hunt down the old Frank in the street. I said to myself: 'That man is a great thief. He must be the king of a tribe.' To-night," she added royally, "I will pay ransom80 for my life. I will dance for you."
"Heh, Giorgi Bordu, have you by chance been a bear-tamer?" he asked as he swept up his pile of gold and turned away.
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