Greenmantle - The Original Classic Edition. Buchan John

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СКАЧАТЬ of Vienna? Islam is a fighting creed, and the mullah still stands in the pulpit with the Koran in one hand and a drawn sword in the other. Supposing there is some Ark of the Covenant which will madden the remotest Moslem peasant with dreams of Paradise? What then, my friend?'

       'Then there will be hell let loose in those parts pretty soon.'

       'Hell which may spread. Beyond Persia, remember, lies India.'

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       'You keep to suppositions. How much do you know?' I asked.

       'Very little, except the fact. But the fact is beyond dispute. I have reports from agents everywhere--pedlars in South Russia, Afghan horse-dealers, Turcoman merchants, pilgrims on the road to Mecca, sheikhs in North Africa, sailors on the Black Sea coasters, sheep-skinned Mongols, Hindu fakirs, Greek traders in the Gulf, as well as respectable Consuls who use cyphers. They tell the same story. The East is waiting for a revelation. It has been promised one. Some star--man, prophecy, or trinket--is coming out of the West. The Germans know, and that is the card with which they are going to astonish the world.'

       'And the mission you spoke of for me is to go and find out?'

       He nodded gravely. 'That is the crazy and impossible mission.'

       'Tell me one thing, Sir Walter,' I said. 'I know it is the fashion in this country if a man has a special knowledge to set him to some job exactly the opposite. I know all about Damaraland, but instead of being put on Botha's staff, as I applied to be, I was kept in Hampshire mud till the campaign in German South West Africa was over. I know a man who could pass as an Arab, but do you think they would send him to the East? They left him in my battalion--a lucky thing for me, for he saved my life at Loos. I know the fashion, but isn't this just carrying it a bit too far? There must be thousands of men who have spent years in the East and talk any language. They're the fellows for this job. I never saw a Turk in my life except a chap who did wrestling turns in a show at Kimberley. You've picked about the most useless man on earth.'

       'You've been a mining engineer, Hannay,' Sir Walter said. 'If you wanted a man to prospect for gold in Barotseland you would of

       course like to get one who knew the country and the people and the language. But the first thing you would require in him 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

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       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 ten bullet holes in him and a knife slash on his forehead. He mumbled his name, but beyond that and the fact that there was a Something coming from the West he told them nothing. He died in ten minutes. They found this paper on him, and since he cried out the word "Kasredin" in his last moments, it must have had something to do with his quest. It is for you to find out if it has any meaning.'

       I folded it up and placed it in my pocket-book.

       'What a great fellow! What was his name?' I asked.

       Sir Walter did not answer at once. He was looking out of the window. 'His name,' he said at last, 'was Harry Bullivant. He was my

       son. God rest his brave soul!'

       CHAPTER TWO

       The Gathering of the Missionaries

       I wrote out a wire to Sandy, asking him to come up by the two-fifteen train and meet me at my flat.

       'I have chosen my colleague,' I said.

       'Billy Arbuthnot's boy? His father was at Harrow with me. I know the fellow--Harry used to bring him down to fish--tallish, with a lean, high-boned face and a pair of brown eyes like a pretty girl's. I know his record, too. There's a good deal about him in this office. He rode through Yemen, which no white man ever did before. The Arabs let him pass, for they thought him stark mad СКАЧАТЬ