Chapter 9

“We’ve occupied Istanbul,” Keeble said, excitedly. He lowered the newspaper and peered at the other three men sitting at the table. “Did you hear me? The Sultan is exiling parliament to Malta, by George. That’ll show the bloody Turk!”

“Didn’t it used to be Constantinople?” Whelpton said, pulling a pack of cards out of his coat and setting it on the table beside the lone electric lantern which provided light for their surroundings. “I never could figure out why they changed it.”

“That’s nobody...