Caught by the Turks Part 12
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The first point was to get out of the window without being seen. . . . A Colonel of the Russian Guards, a little man with a great heart, volunteered to help us. Directly we extinguished the lights in our room, he was to engage the sentries at the door of the opposite house, where he lived, in an animated conversation, keeping them interested, even by desperate measures if need be, until our first ten yards of climbing was successfully accomplished.
After a cordial good-bye, he left us. We took off our boots and slung them round our necks, drank a stirrup cup to our success, roped ourselves together, coiled the remainder of the rope round our waists, stuffed our pockets and knapsacks with our escaping gear, and then blew out our lamp, as if we were going to bed. Crouched under the window-sill we waited. . . . The sentries below us were sitting on stools in the street. The two men opposite were lolling against the doorpost, and the moon, rising behind our house, while still leaving the street in shadow, had just caught their faces, so that their every eyelash was visible. To them came the little Colonel, and only the top of his cap reached the moonlight. We heard his cheery voice. We saw both sentries looking down, presumably helping themselves to his cigarettes.
That waiting moment was very tense. An initial failure would have been deplorable, yet many things made failure likely. At such times as these, the confidence of one's companion counts for much, and I shall never forget Robin's bearing. Anyone who has been in similar circ.u.mstances will know what I mean. He went first out of the window. I followed an instant later. . . . And once the first step was taken, once my feet were on that two-inch ledge and my hands clung to the upper strip, the complexion of things altered completely. Anxiety vanished, leaving nothing but a thrill of pleasure. One was master of one's fate.
At one moment we were in view of four sentries (two at our door and two opposite), a Turkish officer who had come to take the air at our doorway, and several pa.s.sers-by in the street. But no one looked up. No one saw the two men, only five yards away, who clambered slowly along the string-course, like flies on a wall.
After gaining the roof of the next house, we lay flat and breathless behind the parapet, and thanked G.o.d we had succeeded in--not making fools of ourselves, anyway.
The parapet was lower than we thought, and in order to get the advantage of its cover it was necessary to remain absolutely p.r.o.ne in the gutter of the roof. In this position, from ten o'clock till half past eleven, we wriggled and wriggled along the house-tops, past a dead cat and other offensive objects, until at last we had covered the distance. Once, during this stalk, my rope got hitched up on a nail, and I had to wriggle back to free it. And once, having raised myself to take a look round, one of the sentries on the Russian house ran out into the street and started making a tremendous noise. I don't know what it was about, but it alarmed me very much, and condemned us to marble immobility for a time.
At last, however, we reached the end of our wriggle. But here a new difficulty confronted us. Directly overlooking the part of the roof from which we contemplated our descent, and less than ten yards away, an officer of the Psamattia Fire Brigade sat at an open window, looking anxiously up and down the street, as if expecting someone to keep an appointment. His window was on a level with us. So intently did he stare that I thought he had seen us. But we lay dead-still behind the parapet, and it became apparent, as time pa.s.sed and he still stood disconsolate by the window, that we were not the objects of his languis.h.i.+ng regard. . . . And meanwhile the moon--the kindly old moon that sees so much--was creeping up the sky. Soon she would flood us with her radiance. Even a love-sick officer of the Fire Brigade could not fail to notice us across the narrow street, lit by the limelight of all the universe. For an hour this annoying Romeo kept watch, while we discussed the situation in tiny whispers, and cursed feminine unpunctuality. But at last, just as we had determined to "let go the painter" and take our chance, he began to yawn and stretch and look towards his bed, which we could see at the further end of his room. "You are tired of waiting: she isn't worth it!" I sent in thought-wave across the street. He seemed to hesitate, then he yawned again, and just as our protecting belt of shadow had narrowed to a yard, he gave up his hopes of Juliet, and retired.
That was our moment.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE ARMENIAN PATRIARCHATE AT PSAMATTIA, CONSTANTINOPLE.]
We stood up, and made the rope fast to a convenient ring in the parapet.
Traffic in the street had ceased. The sentries were huddled in their coats, for it was a chilly summer night. Up street, a dog was yapping, and its voice seemed to stab the silence. Before stepping over the parapet I took a last look at the world I left and thanked G.o.d.
The waiting was over. In two seconds' time we should have gained freedom, or a slug from some sentry's rifle.
It took two seconds to slip down thirty feet of rope, and two seconds is a long time when your liberty, if not your life, is at stake. I half kicked down the sign-board of a shop in my descent, and Robin, who followed, completed the disaster. In our haste, we had cut our hands almost to the bone, and had made noise enough to wake the dead.
Yet no one stirred. We were both in the street, and no one had moved.
After two and a half years of captivity we were free men once more. The slothful years had vanished in the twinkling of an eye. Can you realise the miracle, liberty-loving reader, that pa.s.ses in the mind of a man who thus suddenly realises his freedom? . . .
I don't know what Robin thought, for we said nothing. We lit cigarettes and strolled away. But inside of me, the motors of the nervous system raced.
The only other danger, in our hour and a half's walk to our destination, was being asked for pa.s.sports by some policeman. In our character as polyglot mechanics, whenever we pa.s.sed anyone, I found it a great relief to make some such remark as:
Lieb Vaterland, magst ruhig sein, Fest steht and treu die Wacht am Rhein.
But Robin, who could not understand my German, paid little heed.
Only once we did think we were likely to be recaught. At about one in the morning, as we were pa.s.sing the Fatih mosque, we heard a rattle on the cobbles behind us. A carriage was being galloped in our direction.
It might well contain some of the Psamattia garrison. We doubled into some ruins, and lay there, while the clatter grew louder and louder.
A few wisps of cloud crossed the moon, that had reached her zenith.
Their silent shadows moved like ghosts across the desolation of the city. A cat was abroad. She saw us, and halted, with paw uplifted and blazing eyes.
Then the carriage pa.s.sed, empty, with a drunken driver. It rattled away into the night, and we emerged, and took our way through the streets of old Stamboul, under the chequered shade of vines.
[Footnote 6: This applies in no way to the Americans, who did everything possible for our men before they left Constantinople. Their a.s.sistance was always of the most prompt and practical nature. It may be invidious to mention names in this light account of adventure, but I cannot refrain from giving myself the pleasure of saying how grateful I am to Mr. Hoffman Phillips, of the American Emba.s.sy. His name, as also the name of his chief, Mr. Morgenthau, is indissolubly connected with our early prisoners. I wish to thank him from the bottom of my heart, and I know many of all ranks who will join with me in this--far too meagre--tribute to his activities and ability.]
[Footnote 7: Let no one think the clergyman in charge aided or abetted our secular efforts to escape. On the contrary, on a later occasion, when Robin, as a poor and distressed prisoner hiding from the Turks, endeavoured to find sanctuary for a few hours in the church, he was expelled therefrom, so that our enemies should not complain that the House of G.o.d was used for anything but wors.h.i.+p.]
[Footnote 8: During the afternoon I lost over seven pounds in weight.]
CHAPTER IX
A CITY OF DISGUISES
We knocked softly at the door of the house that was to be our home, and then waited, flattened in the shadow below it, quite prepared for the worst. It was then four o'clock in the morning. It seemed too much to hope that we would be welcome.
But we were. The door opened cautiously about one inch, and two little faces were seen, low down the crack. Behind them, someone held a light.
Then the door was flung wide, and we saw on the stairs a whole family of friendly people, male and female, old and young, all in night dress, and all with arms outstretched in rapturous greeting. We might have been Prodigal Sons returning, instead of two strangers whose presence would be a source of continual danger.
Hyppolite and Athene, the twins, aged eight, who had first peeped at us, now took us each by the hand, and led us upstairs.
"The last escaped prisoner we had here was a forger," said Hyppolite to us.
"He was a friend of father's," added Athene over her shoulder, "and he escaped from prison about six weeks ago. He was afraid that the police would find his tools, so he threw them all into our cistern. They are there now."
We reached the top floor, and were shown by the twins into an apartment containing a double bed with a stuffy canopy of damask.
"This is the family bedroom," they said.
"And where are we to sleep?" I asked.
"Here," said Themistocle, the proud owner of the house. "My sister and I and the twins were using the bed until your arrival, but now we will sleep in the pa.s.sage."
"The pa.s.sage?" I echoed. "Haven't you any other beds, and were you all four using this one?"
"Yes, yes. The other rooms are full of lodgers. There are three officers of the Turkish army here at present. But they won't disturb you, because they are hiding too."
"Mon Dieu!" said I, sitting on the bed--"but your sister can't sleep in the pa.s.sage, can she?"
"Certainly, she's quite used to that sort of thing. It's safer also, in case the police come."
"I know all the police," said Athene, "even when they are not in uniform; I can recognise them by their boots."
"And we are always on the look-out for them," added Hyppolite. "If the police come to search the house you will have to get into the cistern."
"Where the forger threw his tools," explained Athene.
Coffee and cigarettes were produced, and ointment for our lacerated hands. We were made to feel quite at home. . . . The family stayed and talked to us until dawn broke. They thoroughly appreciated the story of the escape, and clapped their hands with glee at the idea of the Turks'
amazement when they discovered that we had vanished, leaving no trace behind us.
"They will never find the rope," said Themistocle, "because the shopkeeper over whose shop it is will certainly cut it down and hide it, for fear of being asked questions."
"And now we must thank the Blessed Saints for your escape," said an old lady who had not previously spoken.
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