Turner came out at once, with the lower part of his face protected against the morning chill by a muffler.

Being about the same height, and in that Syrian uniform, he looked remarkably like Grim, except that he did not imitate the stride nearly as well.
He stumbled over me, clutched my shoulder and made signs for the benefit of the spies.

Then he whispered to me to help him carry out the "money" bags.

So we each took three for the first trip, and each contrived to drop one.

By the time all ten bags were in the car there can hardly have remained any doubt in the conspirators' minds that we were really taking funds to Mustapha Kemal, or at any rate to somebody up north.
But Davey was no half-way concession maker.