Now--how do you propose to leave Jerusalem?
There is no train for Damascus at dawn tomorrow." "I am on a diplomatic mission," answered Grim.

"The Administration have placed a car at my disposal to take me as far as the border." "Ah! And tonight?
Where will you be tonight ?" "Why ?" "Because I propose to make a disclosure.

And--ah--hee-hee!--you would like to live, I take it, and not be sent back to Damascus in a coffin?
I have--ah--some assistants who--hee-hee!--would watch your movements.

If you were to betray me afterwards to the Administration, there would remain at least--the satisfaction-- of--you understand me ?--the certainty that you would suffer for it!" Grim laughed dryly.
"I shall be at the hotel," he answered.

"In bed.