It was a prosperous colony until the Kaiser, putting two and two, made five of them and had to guess again.
The house we sought stood back from the narrow road, at a corner, surrounded by a low stone wall and a mass of rather dense shrubs that obscured the view from the windows.

The front door was a thing of solid olive-wood.

We had to hammer on it for several minutes.

There was no bell.
A woman opened it at last--an Arab in native costume, gazelle- eyed, as they all are, and quite good looking, although hardly in her first youth.

Her face struck me as haunted.