Iran -- Description and travel; World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Iran
The procedure in the following case may be taken as typical of the
others: In the early hours of the morning a Persian batman in the
employ of a British officer was directed to deliver a sealed envelope
marked "From O.C. Hamadan" at the house of one of the plotters. The
messenger, hammering at the door, aroused the sleepy watchman within,
and told him {199} that he had an important letter to deliver from
the British General. "Come back in the morning," would reply the
watchman, "my master is in bed and asleep." The messenger, duly
coached, would reply, "That is impossible. Open the door. The
letter, I know, is important, for I have been given ten krans to
deliver it safely." The watchman, while wary and inclined to be
suspicious of belated callers, was also avaricious, and was not going
to let slip any chance of netting a few krans. As had been
anticipated, his greed overcame his caution. He opened the door in
order to claim his share of the late letter delivery fee. As soon as
he did so, a couple of stalwart British sergeants, springing out of
the darkness, seized, bound, and gagged him. Once within the
high-walled courtyard of the house, the rest was easy. It was but a
few steps to the sleeping apartments, and the proscribed conspirator
as a rule woke up to find the chilly muzzle of a British service
revolver pressing against his temple. He was gagged to prevent his
raising an alarm; his hands were bound; and, thus helpless, he was
carried off and dumped into a covered motor lorry, where an armed
guard saw that he came to no harm.
But the Persian Governor himself was the most difficult of the whole
band to surprise and arrest. His residence was in a big walled serai
at the extreme end of Hamadan, and, in accordance with Persian
custom, and by reason of his official position, he lived surrounded
by a guard of about fifty men. To {200} deal with him tact and
finesse were necessarily called into play.
The task of securing the Governor quietly and without unnecessary
fuss fell to the lot of a Colonel who had learned something of native
ways in Rhodesia and East Africa. He was an Irishman possessing a
glib tongue, a knowledge of Persian, and all the suavity of his race.
He also had the advantage of being known to the Governor and his
entourage. So, when he knocked at the door of the Governor's
residence at an hour long after midnight, the watchman admitted him
without hesitation. The guard turned out and eyed the intruder
suspiciously, but, finding it was the sartip sahib (Colonel) from the
British Mission who was making inquiries about the state of the
Governor's health, they yawned sleepily and betook themselves to the
shelter of their blankets, vowing inwardly that the eccentricities of
this strange race called English who paid ceremonious visits in the
middle of the night were beyond the comprehension of any Oriental
mind.
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