The violin soars into great mysteries of emotion, calling high "in the deep-domed empyrean." The flutes whisper a chorus to the great story of their comrade. Yet, though the plangent sounding of the kettle-drums, the single beat of the barbaric cymbals are in one note and unfrequent, yet these minor messages go to swell the great tone-symphony and make it perfect in the serene beauty of something _directed and ordained_. "Sir," said the journalist, "the man must be made to speak. The methods are indifferent to me." "Oh, that can be done; we have a way," said the Governor. He shifted a little among his cushions. A certain dryness came into his voice as he resumed: "Monsieur, however, as a man of the world, will understand, no doubt, that when a private individual finds it necessary to invoke the powers of law it is a vast undertaking to move so ponderous a machine?... also it is a privilege? It is not, of course, a personal matter--_ça m'est égal_. But there are certain unavoidable and indeed quite necessary expenses which must be satisfied." Spence well understood the polite humbug of all this. He knew that in the East one buys justice--or injustice--as one can afford it. As the correspondent of that great paper over which Ommaney presided, he had always been able to spend money like water when it had been necessary. He had those powers now. There was nothing unusual to him in the situation, nor did he hesitate. "Your Excellency," he said, "speaks with great truth upon these points. It is ever from a man of your Excellency's penetration that one hears those dicta which govern affairs. I have a certain object in view, and I realise that to obtain it there are certain necessary formalities to be gone through. I have with me letters of credit upon the bank of Lelain Delaunay et Cie., of Jaffa, Jerusalem, and Athens." "A sound, estimable house," said the Governor, with a very pleased smile. "It but then remains," said Spence, "to confer with the secretary of your Excellency as to the sum which is necessary to pay for the legal expenses of the inquiry." "You speak most sensibly," said the Turk. "In the morning I will send the captain commandant and the soldiers to the encampment. My secretary shall accompany them. Then, Monsieur, when the little preliminaries are arranged, you will be free to start for the farm of this dog Ionides. It is not more than four miles from your camp, and my nephew will guide you there. May Allah prosper your undertaking." "--And have you in His care," replied Spence. "I will now have the honour to wish your Excellency undisturbed rest." He rose and bowed. The Turkish gentleman rose also and shook hands in genial European fashion. "Monsieur," he said, with an expansive smile, "Monsieur is without doubt a thorough man of the world." That night, in the suburbs of the city, sweet and fragrant as the olive groves and fig trees were, cool and fresh as the night wind was, Spence slept but little.