T.
X.gave him a nod and then, as the newcomer stood with the door open, obviously waiting for somebody to follow him, he said, "Show him in--I will see him alone." There walked into his office, a tall man wearing a frock coat and a red fez.

He was a man from fifty-five to sixty, powerfully built, with a grave dark face and a thin fringe of white beard.

He salaamed as he entered.
"You speak French, I believe," said T.X.

presently.
The other bowed.
"My agent has explained to you," said T.X.in French, "that I desire some information for the purpose of clearing up a crime which has been committed in this country.

I have given you my assurance, if that assurance was necessary, that you would come to no harm as a result of anything you might tell me." "That I understand, Effendi," said the tall Turk; "the Americans and the English have always been good friends of mine and I have been frequently in London.