There was a fight inside." "D'you care to bet, sir ?" asked Grim.
"On what ?" "I'll bet you a hundred piastres Scharnhoff has tried to make his get-away, and they've either killed him or tied him hand and foot.

Another hundred on top of that, that Scharnhoff offers to turn state witness, provided he's alive when we show up." "All right.

I'll bet you he hangs." "Are you coming with us, sir ?" "Wouldn't miss it for a king's ransom." "The back way out, then." Grim beckoned the Sikhs into the room, left one man in there in charge of Suliman, who swore blasphemously at being left behind, and led the way down a passage that opened into an alley connecting with a maze of others like rat runs, mostly arched over and all smelly with the unwashed gloom of ages.

At the end of the last alley we entered was a flight of stone steps, up which we climbed to the roof of the house on which I had seen Grim the night before.
There was a low coping on the side next the street, and some one had laid a lot of bundles of odds and ends against it; lying down, we could look out between those without any risk of being seen from below, but Goodenough made the Sikhs keep well in the background and only we three peered over the edge.

About two hundred yards in front of us the Dome of the Rock glistened in the morning sun above the intervening roofs.