"I'll wait on the hospital steps until they open the place." So we ate a scratch breakfast and Fred and Will helped me up-street, past where the Jew stood blinking in the morning sun on the steps of the D.O.A.G.

He seemed to be saying prayers, but beckoned to us.
"Trouble!" he said.

"Trouble! If you have any frien's fetch them--send for them!" "Can yon send a letter for us to British East ?" Fred asked him.
"God forbid!" He jumped at the very thought, and shrugged himself like a man standing under a water-spout.

"What would they do to me if I were found out ?" "What is the nature of the trouble ?" Fred asked him.
"Ali, who should tell! Trouble, I tell you, trouble! Zat cursed Schubert sat here drinking until dawn.

I heard heem say many t'ings! Send for your friens!" He turned his back on us and ran in.