What with his long dishevelled hair, his high-boned face, and stained eyebrows he had the appearance of some mad mullah.
'I went straight to Smyrna,' he said.

'It wasn't difficult, for you see I had laid down a good many lines in former travels.

I reached the town as a Greek money-lender from the Fayum, but I had friends there I could count on, and the same evening I was a Turkish gipsy, a member of the most famous fraternity in Western Asia.

I had long been a member, and I'm blood-brother of the chief boss, so I stepped into the part ready made.

But I found out that the Company of the Rosy Hours was not what I had known it in 1910.