September 7, 1916 
LAND & WATER 
Greenmantle 
By John Buchan 
. A Sequel to " The Thirty-Nine Steps " 
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Synopsis : Richard Hannay, who obtained a commission 
in the new armv and was wounded at Loos is asked by 
Sir Walter Bullivant of the Foreign Office, toiindertakc 
a mission to unearth a secret connected with Turkey and 
Germany. The onlv clue is a scrap of paper bcariii'^ 
the words, Kasrcdin— cancer— v.I. This was handed 
to the British headquarters in Mesopotamia by an officer 
Sir Walter's son—wounded to death in obtaining it. 
Hannay undertakes the mission, his friend Sandy {the Hon. 
L. G. Arbuthnot) agrees to help him. Sir Walter intro- 
duces him to an American gentleman, John S. Blenkiron. 
a strong pro-Ally, who also joins them. On November 17th 
the three dine together at a London flat, and agree to meet 
in a cafe in a back street of Constantinople two months 
later—onjanuarvnth. Sandy goes to Constantinople , 
disguised as a Turk,'b\' way of Cairo. Blenkiron drops into 
Germany by way of Scandinavia. Hajtnay, who in South 
Africa was a mining engineer, and can speak Dutch perfectly, 
enters Germany through Holland as a Boer from Western 
Cape Colony. ' Hannav sails for Lisbon ivhere he meets 
his old Rhodcsian friend, Peter Picnaar, who agrees to be 
his companion. They go on to Germany and find their 
way to Berlin. Here they have an ■ interview ivith two 
Government high officials : one, Colonel von Stumm, had 
been in German South-West Africa, fighting the Hereros. 
Stumm takes them in cliarge, leaves Pienaar in Berlin, but 
brings Hatinav to his castle in Bavaria. On the way Hannay 
has an interview with tJie Kaiser, and also with a Herr 
Gaudian, a great engineer. Stumm grossly insults Hamiay, 
who knocks him out and maizes a bolt for it. Reaching 
the Danube he gets taken on as an engineer on a steamer 
tugging barges of munitions to Rustchuk. On the journey 
down the Danube Pienaar. Jiaving escaped from a prison 
camp, rejoins Hannav, and on arrival at Constantinople 
they are saved from a Turkish rabble by a fanatic. The 
next day, Januarv lyth, they go to the cafe where they are 
arrested, only to find themselves usiiered into the presence 
of Blenliiron and Sandy who was the fanatic in disguise. 
Blenliiron tells Jiis story, and Sandy continues. 
CHAPTER XII {continued) 
IL00KP:D at Sandy. He filled his pipe again, and 
pushed back his skin cap from his brows. What with 
his long dishevelled hair, his high-boned face, and 
stained eyebrows he had the appearance of some mad 
mullah. _ 
" I went straight to Smyrna," he said. " It wasn't diffi- 
cult, for you see I had laid down a good many lines in former 
travels. I reached the town as a Greek money-lender from 
the Delta, but I had friends there I could count on, and the 
same evening I was a Turkish gypsy, a member of the most 
famous fraternity in Western Asia. I had long been a mem- 
ber and I'm blood brother of the chief boss, so I stepped into 
the part ready made. But I found out that the Company 
(•i the Rosy Hours was not what I had known it in 1910. 
Then it had been all for the Young Turks' and reform ; now 
it hankered after the old regime and was the last hope of the 
Orthodox. It had no use for Enver and his friends and it 
did not regard with pleasure the beaux yeux of the Teuton. 
It stood for Islam and the old ways, and might be described as 
a Conservative Nationalist caucus. But it was uncommon 
])oworful in the provinces, and Enver and Talaat daren't 
meddle with it. The dangerous thing about it was that it 
said nothing and apparently did nothing. It just bided its 
time and took notice. 
" You can imagine that this was the very kind of crowd for 
my purpose. I knew of old its little ways, for with all its 
orthodoxy it dabbled a good deal in magic and- owed half 
its power to its atmosphere of the uncanny. The Companions 
could dance tlie hearts out of the ordinary Turk. You saw 
a bit of one of our dances this afternoon, Dick— pretty good, 
wasn't it ? They could go anywhere and no questions asked. 
They knew what the ordinary man was thinking, for they 
were the best intelligence department in the Ottoman Empire 
—far better than Enver's Khafiyeh. And they were popular, 
too, for they had never bowed the knee to the AcwscA- -the 
Germans who are squeezing out the life-blood of the Osmanli 
for their own ends. It would have Deen as much as the lite 
of the Committee or its German masters was worth to lay a 
hand on us, for we clung together like leeches and we were not 
in the habit of sticking at trifles. 
" Well, you may imagine it wasn't difhcult for me to move 
where I wanted. My dress' and the pass-word franked me 
everywhere. I travelled from Smyrna by the new railway to 
Pandemia on the Marmora, and got there just before Christ- 
mas. That was after Anzac and Suvla had been evacuated, 
but I could hear the guns going hard at Cape Helles. From / 
Pandemia I started to cross to Thrace in a coasting steamer. 
And there an uncommon funny thing happened. ... I 
got torpedoed. 
" It must have been about the last effort of a British sub- 
marine in these waters. But she got us all right. She 
gave us ten minutes to take to the boats and then sent the 
blighted old packet and a fine cargo of 6 in. shells to the 
bottom. There weren't many passengers, so it was easy 
enough to get ashore in the ship's boats. The submarine 
sat on the surface watching us, and we wailed and howled in 
the true Oriental way, and I saw the Captain quite close in the 
conning tower. Who do you think it was ? Tommy Elliot, 
who lives on the other side of the hill from me at home. 
" I gave Tommy the surprise of his life. As we bumped 
past him, I started the ' Flowers of the Forest '—the old ver- 
sion — on the antique stringed instrument I carried, and I 
sang the words very plain. Tommy's eyes bulged out of his 
head, and he shouted at me in English to know who the 
devil I was. I replied in the broadest Scots, which no man 
in the submarine or in our boat could have understood a 
word of. ' Maister Tammy,' I cried, ' what for wad ye 
skail a dacent tinkler 'lad intil a cauld sea ? I'll g^e ye your 
kail through the reek for this ploy the next time I'forgaither 
wi' ye on the tap o 'Caerdon.' " 
" Tommy spotted me in a second. He laughed till he cried, 
and as we moved off shouted to me in the same language to 
' pit a stoot hert tae a stey brae.' I hope to Heaven he had 
the sense not to tell my father, or the old man will have had a 
fit. He never much approved of my wanderings, and thought 
I was safely anchored in the battalion. 
" Well, to make a long story short, I got to Constantinople 
and pretty soon found touch with Blenkiron. The rest yoa 
know. . . And now for business. I have been fairly 
lucky — but no more, for I haven't got to the bottom of the 
thing nor anything like it. But I've solved the first of 
Harry Bullivant's riddles. I know the meaning of Kasredin, 
" Sir Walter was right, as Blenkiron has told us. There's 
a great stirring in Islam, something moving on the face of the 
waters. They make no secret of it. These rehgious revivals 
come in cycles, and one was due about now. And they are 
quite clear about the details. A seer has arisen of the blood 
of the Prophet, who will restore the Khalifate to its old glories 
and Islam to its old purity. His sayings are everywhere in the 
Moslem world. AH the orthodox believers have them by 
heart. That is why their young men are rolling up to the 
armies and dying without complaint in (iallipoli and Trans- 
caucasTa. They believe they are on the eve of a great 
deliverance. 
" Now the first thing I found out was that the Young Turks 
had nothing to do with this. They are unpopular and un- 
orthodox, and no true Turks. But Germany has. How, I 
don't know, but I could see quite plainly that in some subtle 
way Germany was regarded as a collaborator in the movement. 
It is that belief that is keeping the present regime going. 
The ordinary Turk loathes the Committee but he has some 
queer perverted exp>ectation from Gcrmanj'. It is not a case 
of Enver and the rest carrying on their shoulders the un- 
popular Teuton. It is a case of the Teuton carrying the 
unpopular Committee. And Germany's graft is just this 
and nothing more — that she has some hand in the coming of 
this new deliverer. 
" They talk about the thing quite openly. It is called the 
Kdsba-i-hurriyeh, the Palladium of Eibcrty. The prophet, 
himself is known as Zimritd, the Emerald, and his four Ministers 
are called also after jewels — Sapphire, Ruby, Pearl and Topaz. 
You will hear their names as often in the talk of towns and 
villages as you will hear the names of Generals in England. 
But no one knew where he was or when he would reveal him- 
self, though every week came his messages to the faithful. 
