The connection suddenly occurred to him, and yet Kara had not directly suggested that he should buy Roumanian gold shares, but had merely spoken glowingly of their prospects. He thought a moment, and then walked back slowly into the study, pulled open the drawer of his desk, took out the sinister little Browning, and slipped it into his pocket. “I shan't be long, dear,” he said, and kissing the girl he strode out into the darkness. Kara sat back in the luxurious depths of his car, humming a little tune, as the driver picked his way cautiously over the uncertain road. The rain was still falling, and Kara had to rub the windows free of the mist which had gathered on them to discover where he was. From time to time he looked out as though he expected to see somebody, and then with a little smile he remembered that he had changed his original plan, and that he had fixed the waiting room of Lewes junction as his rendezvous. Here it was that he found a little man muffled up to the ears in a big top coat, standing before the dying fire. He started as Kara entered and at a signal followed him from the room. The stranger was obviously not English. His face was sallow and peaked, his cheeks were hollow, and the beard he wore was irregular-almost unkempt. Kara led the way to the end of the dark platform, before he spoke. “You have carried out my instructions?” he asked brusquely. The language he spoke was Arabic, and the other answered him in that language. “Everything that you have ordered has been done, Effendi,” he said humbly. “You have a revolver?” The man nodded and patted his pocket. “Loaded?” “Excellency,” asked the other, in surprise, “what is the use of a revolver, if it is not loaded?” “You understand, you are not to shoot this man,” said Kara. “You are merely to present the pistol. To make sure, you had better unload it now.” Wonderingly the man obeyed, and clicked back the ejector. “I will take the cartridges,” said Kara, holding out his hand. He slipped the little cylinders into his pocket, and after examining the weapon returned it to its owner. “You will threaten him,” he went on. “Present the revolver straight at his heart. You need do nothing else.” The man shuffled uneasily. “I will do as you say, Effendi,” he said. “But--” “There are no 'buts,'” replied the other harshly. “You are to carry out my instructions without any question. What will happen then you shall see. I shall be at hand. That I have a reason for this play be assured.” “But suppose he shoots?” persisted the other uneasily. “He will not shoot,” said Kara easily. “Besides, his revolver is not loaded. Now you may go. You have a long walk before you. You know the way?” The man nodded. “I have been over it before,” he said confidently. Kara returned to the big limousine which had drawn up some distance from the station. He spoke a word or two to the chauffeur in Greek, and the man touched his hat. CHAPTER II