Parties of soldiers kept coming to this window to peer at the exhibits within; and, as they invariably took the civilians for Englishmen who had been caught as spies, we attracted almost as much attention as the Turcos in their funny ballet skirts; in fact I may say we fairly divided the center of the stage with the Turcos.
At the end of half an hour the lieutenant bustled in, all apologies, to say there had been a mistake and that we should never have been put in with the prisoners at all.

The rain being over, he invited us to come outside and get a change of air.

When we got outside we found that our two bicycles, which we had left leaning against the curb, were gone.

To date they are still gone.
Again we sat waiting.

Finally it occurred to us to go inside the little taverne, where, perhaps, we should be less conspicuous.