You couldn't fool an experienced Jew as to what would happen in that event.

There was another rumour that Mustapha Kemal was on the march.

Another that an Arab army was invading from the direction of El-Kerak.

But there were British officers walking about with memorandum books, and a fifty-pound fine looked more serious than an outbreak that had not occurred yet.

So they were putting down their shutters.
I had nearly reached the Haram-es-Sheriff, and was passing a platoon of Sikhs who dozed beside their rifles near a street corner, when Grim's voice hailed me through the half-open door behind them.