Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1935-06-20
CHAPTER TX

CHAPTER TX
Dawson Haig spent part Of that
night in the large caravanserai Of Biz
Ambar,. on the old pilgrim route to
Mecca. he had Travelled from Keneh
in big French car with an Egyptian
driver, over roads which were orig
inally intended for camels. The tiny
oasis was nearly deserted and he dozed
few uneasy hours upon hard bed.
At daybreak they took the road again,
reaching Koseir about noon.
He was taken straight to the house
of Doctor Hess, a small villa looking
out upon sailless sea. The doctors
name appeared upon neat brass plate
beside his door, so that he was pre-
sumably in practice.
Doctor Hess rose from behind ia
BILE at which he was seated, smiled
significantly, and held out his hand.
Dawson Haig caught his breath. The
stout and prosperous looking Hess was
Turk! Nodding, Haig handed him
the letter received from Hassan es-Suk.
The doctor glanced at it, then from a
drawer took out third envelope iden-
teal in appearance, and passed it to
Haig. He now spoke for the first time.
You are the last to arrive, Joseph"
He spoke in French! A wave Of relief
swept over the listener $50 l under
stand, Doctor. Butt "a sudden idea
entered his brain) II think Len Chow
and Franz cannot be far ahead"
Doctor Hess smiled even more broad
ly. NEARLY eight hours" he replied.
Convey to the Chief my best wishes
and assurances. If you will follow my
servant, he will direct you to the
quay"
The "letter of travel" addressed as
before ITO Joseph" read "You will
proceed by motorboat and report.
Chief.'
Haig's respect for the efficiency of
the Egyptian police service was in
creased as he followed the servant
down rough stone steps to little quay
against which a battered but sea-
worthy motorboar was tied up; a thir-
ty-eight-foot cruiser which he guessed
concealed powerful engines under that
dilapidated hull.
An aged mendicant was seated at
the foot of these steps. He grasped
Haig's hand. "Bakshish! bakshish I"
he whined.
Haig paused-looked down. Instan-
taneously the nut-cracker features
were relaxed. He saw young face
under the old mask. destination I'M
known!" he whispered.
Don't sail yet, inspector. It's
impossible to cover your came a swift
reply. Then, loudly, "Bakshish! bak-
shish !"
Haig dropped coin, and the clutch
ing fingers were relaxed. Impossible
to cover me-" he thought Routine did
not demand that he should sail for this
unknown place and "reporr!" Com
mon sense was against it.
Further cooperation with his Egyp-
tian colleagues became impossible. But
reckoning out of the haze over the sea
was dream-image of Eileen. Some
stupendous plot was working slowly
to it's elimination. Even now he had
not grasped it. But his suspicious
were horrible His usefulness might
be ended If he should be cut off from
his allies But Eileen!
He must find her at all costs-be
near to her. Some means of communi-
cation he would surely find.
In long, rectangular room on the
first floor of the house on the hill Yuan
Hee Sees rogues were gathered.
The Wasp was excitedly arguing
with the one-eyed Chinaman and Franz,
the Brandenburger. Len Chow was
deep in conversation with 10 Lung and
Misunderstanding Arab known as
Ali. At a table Doctor Oestler sat, ap-
parently pleading with the gloomy, de-
bauched MacIles. Uncle Tom and Kid
Brown were drinking stout from tank
ards.
There were a dozen other faces
which must have been recognizable by
anyone who had been privileged to
enter that room in the Restaurant
Suleiman Bey in Paris on certain
night when Dawson Haig had sat
waiting below. Wine flowed freely,
Remarks were being shouted in
many tongues when, suddenly, Doctor
Oestler stood up. "Orders!" he cried.
The clamor subsided-died away-a
curtain was drawn aside, and Aswami
Pasha entered. He was greeted with