Part 31 (1/2)

”That is not an easy matter,” I remarked, ”besides being slightly illegal.”

”Whatever we do must be illegal,” answered Gregorios. ”If we begin to use the law, the Khanum will have timely warning. If Alexander is still alive and imprisoned in her house, it would be the work of a moment to drop him into the Bosphorus. If he is dead already, we should have less chance of getting evidence of the fact by using legal means than by extracting a confession by bribery or violence.”

”In other words, you think it is indispensable that we should undertake a burglary?”

”Unless we succeed in persuading the Lala to confess,” said Balsamides.

”This is a very unpleasant business,” I remarked, with a pardonable hesitation. ”I do not quite see where it will end. If we break into the house and find nothing, we shall be amenable to the law. I object to that.”

”Very well. What do you propose?”

”I cannot say what would be best. In my opinion, Paul should consult with his amba.s.sador, and take his advice. But before all else it is necessary to find out whether Alexander is dead or alive.”

”Of course. That is precisely what I want to find out,” answered Balsamides, rather impatiently. ”The person who can best answer the question is Selim, the Lala.”

”I object to using violence,” I said, boldly. ”I fancy he might be bribed. Those fellows will do anything for money.”

”You do not know them. They will commit any baseness for money, except betraying their masters. It has been tried a hundred times. We may avoid using violence, as you call it, but the man must be frightened with the show of it. The people who can be bribed are the women slaves of the harem. But they are not easily reached.”

”It is not impossible, though,” I answered. ”Nevertheless, if I were acting alone, I would put the matter in the hands of the Russian emba.s.sy.”

”Do you think they would hesitate at any means of getting information, any more than I would?” inquired Gregorios, scornfully.

”We shall see,” I said. ”We must discuss the matter thoroughly before doing anything more. I have no experience of affairs of this sort; your knowledge of them is very great. On the other hand, I am more prudent than you are, and I do not like to risk everything on one throw of the dice.”

”We might set fire to the house and burn them out,” said Gregorios, thoughtfully. ”The danger would be that we might burn Alexander alive.”

My friend did not stick at trifles. Under his cold exterior lurked the desperate rashness of the true Oriental, ready to blaze out at any moment.

”No,” I said, laughing; ”that would not do, either. Is it not possible to send a spy into the house? It seems to me that the thing might be done. What sort of women are they who gain access to the harems?”

”Women who sell finery and sweetmeats; women who amuse the Khanums by dressing their hair, when they have any, in the Frank style; women who tell stories”----

”A story-teller would do,” I said. ”They are often admitted, are they not? It is almost the only amus.e.m.e.nt those poor creatures have. I fancy that one who could interest them might be admitted again and again.”

Balsamides was silent, and smoked meditatively for some minutes.

”That is an idea,” he said at last. ”I know of such a woman, and I dare say she could get in. But if she did, she might go to the house twenty times, and get no information worth having.”

”Never mind. It would be a great step to establish a means of communication with the interior of the house. You could easily force the Lala to recommend the story-teller to his Khanum. She could tell us about the internal arrangement of the place, at all events, which would make it easier for us to search the house, if we ever got a chance.”

”If one could get as far as that, it would be a wise precaution and a benefit to the human race to convey a little strychnine to the Khanum in a sweetmeat,” said Gregorios, with a laugh.

”How horribly bloodthirsty you are!” I answered, laughing in my turn. ”I believe you would ma.s.sacre half of Stamboul to find a man who may be dead already.”

”It is our way of looking at things, I suppose,” returned Balsamides. ”I will see the story-teller, and explain as much as possible of the situation. What I most fear is that we may have to take somebody else into our confidence.”

”Do none of the ladies in the emba.s.sies know this Laleli, as you call her?” I asked.