even have it garrisoned, to prevent any preparation of illusion."
He waved his hand and went away.

An hour later, Coghlan joined the excursion which was to inspect a site for a possible children's camp. An impressive small yacht lay at dock on the shore of the Golden Horn. There was a vast confusion everywhere. From Italian freighters to cabin-cruisers, from clumsy barges to lateen-rigged tubs and grimy small two- and three-passenger rowboats--every conceivable type of floating thing floated or moved or was docked all about. The yacht had been loaned as a grand gesture by its owner, so that Mannard would make a gift of money the yacht's owner preferred to spend otherwise.

Laurie looked relieved when Coghlan turned up. She waved to him as he came aboard.
"News, Tommy! Your friend Duval telephoned me this morning!"
"What for?"
"He sounded hysterical and apologetic," Laurie told him, "because he'd been trying to reach Father, and couldn't. He said he could not tell me the details or the source of his information, but he had certain knowledge that you intended to murder my father. He nearly collapsed when I said sweetly, 'Thank you so much, _M'sieur_ Duval! So he told us last night!'" She grinned. "It wasn't quite the reaction he expected!"
"If he were an honest man," Coghlan mused, "that's just exactly what he'd have done--tried to warn your father. But he couldn't say why he thought a murder was in the wind, because that's unbelievable. Maybe he is honest. I don't know."
Appolonius the Great came waddling down to the dock, in a marvelous yachting costume. He beamed and waved, and the sunlight gleamed on his wrist-watch. A beggar thrust up to him and whined, holding out a ragged European cap. The beggar cringed and gabbled shrilly. And Appolonius the Great paused, looked into the extended cap with apparent stupefaction, and pointed; whereupon the beggar also looked into the cap, yelped, and fled at the top of his speed, clutching the cap fast. Appolonius came on, shaking all over with his amusement.
"You say?" he asked amiably as he reached the yacht's deck. "Indeed I cannot resist such jests! He held out his cap, and I looked, and feigned surprise--and there was a handful of jewels in the cap! True, they were merely paste and trinketry, but I added a silver coin to comfort him when he discovers they are worthless."
He waddled forward to greet Mannard. There was around the yacht that pandemonium which in the Near East accompanies every public activity. Men swarmed everywhere. Even the yacht carried a vastly larger crew than seemed necessary, there being at least a dozen of them on a boat that three American sailors would have navigated handily. 

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