Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-05-04
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Upon landing Captain Warehouses;
first business was to go TO a hotel en-
the Grand square, which isthe favorite
stopping place of officers coming down
from the Nile country. He fought his
way through the predatory hordes of
yelling donkey boys and obsequious
dragomans at the door and entered
the palm shaded court which served
as office and lounge. Woodhouse
paused for a second behind a screen
of palm leaves and cast a quick eye
around the court. None of the loung-
ers there was known to him. He STROBE
to the desk.
"Ah. sir, a room with bath overlook
ing the gardens on the north side
very cool" The Greek clerk behind
the desk smiled a welcome.
Perhaps Woodhouse answered
shortly, and he turned the register
around to read the names of the re
cent corners. On the first page he
found nothing to interest him, but
among the arrivals OF the day before
he saw this entry: &C. G. Woodhouse,
Capt. Sig. Service; Wady Halfa." Aft.
er it was entered the room number
210.
Woodhouse read right over the name
and turned another page a bit impa-
tiently. This he scanned with seem
ing eagerness. while the clerk stood
with pen poised.
"Um! When is the first boat out for
GibraltarY" Woodhouse asked.
"Well sir. the Princess Mary is due
to sail at dawn day after tomorrow"
the Greek answered iudiciously. "She
is reported at Port Said today; but, of
course, the war Wo0dhouse turned
away.
"But you wish a room, sir-nice
room with bath. overlooking
NO"
you expected to find a friend,
them"
mot here" Woodhouse returned
brusquely and passed out into the
binding square.
lie strobe swiftly around the statue
of Mehemet Ali and plunged into the
bedlam crowd filling a side street.
With sure sense of direction he thread
ed the narrow alleyWays and bystreets
until he had come to the higher part of
the mongrel city, near the Rosetta
gate. There he turned into a little
French hotel, situated far from the
disordered pulse of the city's heart. A
sort Of pension it was, known only to
the occasional discriminating tourist.
Maitre Mouquere was proud of the
anonymity his house preserved and alb
horred poor, driven Cooks slaves as
he would a plague. In his Cap de Ii
berte one was lost to all the world of
Alexandria,.
Thither the captains baggage had
been sent direct from the steamer.
After a glass with Maitre Mouquere
and a half hours discussion of the
days great news Woodhouse pleaded
a touch of the sun and went to his
room. There he remained until the
gold of sunset had faded from the
mosque of Omar's great dome and all
the city from Pharos and its harbor
hedge of masts to Ell Meks winked
with lights. Then he took carriage to
the railroad station and entrained for
Ramleh. What South Kensington is to
London and the Oranges are to New
York. Ramleh is to AleXandria-the
suburb of homes. There pretty villas
lie in the lap of the delta's greenery,
skirted by canals, cooled by the winds
off Aboukir bay and shaded by great
palms-the one beauty spot in ala the
hybrid product of east and west that is
the present city of Alexandria.
Remembering directions he had re-
ceived in Berlin, Woolhouse threaded
shaded streets until he paused before
a stone gateway set in a high wall. On
one of the pillars a small brass plate
was inset. BY the light of a nearby
arc Wo0dhouse read the inscription
on it, Emil Koch, NJ. D., 80 Queens
Terrace
He threw back his shoulders with a
sudden gesture. which might have been
taken for that of a MAI about to make
a plunge, and rang the bell. The heavy
wooden gate. filing all the space Of
the arch. was opened by a tail Numi-
dian in house livery of white. He nod
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question and led the way through an
avenue of flaming hibiscus to a house
set far back under heavy shadow of
acacias. On every hand were gardens,
rank foliage shutting off this walled
yard from the street and neighboring
dwellings,. The heavy gate closed be-
hind the visitor with IA sharp snap.
One might have said that DR.. Koch
lived in pretty secure isolation.
Woodhouse was shown into a small
room off the main hall, by its furnish
ings and position evidently a waiting
room for the doctors patients. The
Numidian bowed and disappeared.
Alone, Woodhouse rose and strolled
aimlessly about the room. tipped the
covers of MAGAZINES on the table, pick
ed up and hefted the bronze Buddha
on the onyx mantel. noted, with Il care
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