Carry On! A Story of the Fight for Bagdad — John Shaqi
Carry On! A Story of the Fight for BagdadStrang, Herbert
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Carry On! A Story of the Fight for Bagdad
Strang, Herbert
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Iraq -- Juvenile fiction
What could he do? Burckhardt, on the departure of his visitors, rang
for his servant, ordered him to prepare breakfast, and retired into his
bedroom to finish his interrupted toilet. The servant set the table.
In a few minutes the German would be engaged with his meal, after which
he would no doubt resume work at his desk. Burnet felt that if he did
not escape at once he would probably have no opportunity later. The
only possible chance seemed to be to follow the servant as quietly as
possible when he should leave the room to fetch his master's food.
What course would then be open to him he could not guess. He was
ignorant of the plan of the house. All that he knew of it was that
small portion which he had passed through with Firouz Ali. The front
door opened into a small courtyard about which the house was built,
with a verandah along the front of the house. Near the outer door, on
a small square of carpet within the shade of the verandah, sat the
doorkeeper, cross-legged. To gain freedom Burnet would have to reach
the front undetected, cross or skirt the courtyard, and pass the
doorkeeper. It was so far fortunate that Burckhardt had followed the
oriental custom in employing a native porter, instead of being guarded
by a sentry as might have been expected. There was, it was clear, a
back door, giving access no doubt to one of the narrow evil-smelling
lanes which Bagdad, like every oriental city, has in plenty; but to go
exploring in search of that was out of the question.
The doorkeeper was the difficulty. Burnet wished that Firouz Ali had
not been so ready with his explanation of his being unaccompanied by
the apprentice. The man would almost certainly be suspicious if the
apprentice who, he supposed, had already left the house should come out
of the front door so long after his master. Even if not suspicious, he
might detain Burnet for a chat on things in general, or to enquire the
reason of the barber's anger, and during their talk the servant might
come into the courtyard and see him. Burnet was taxing his wits for
some means of eluding the doorkeeper when the servant, having set the
table, went off to fetch the meal. For the moment there was but one
thing to be done: to escape from the room before either the man or the
master re-entered it.
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