and he did not hesitate to use the facilities thus at his disposal to his own
magical advancement. All his resources were constantly at the service of
Balloch. Now that S.R.M.D. himself was employing him, he was beside
himself with pride and pleasure.
Balloch gave his instructions. An hour later the house where Lisa was even
then undergoing her ordeal would be surrounded by spies; additional men
would be placed at all the big terminals of Paris; for Abdul Bey meant to do
the thing thoroughly. He would not take a chance; for all his fanatical faith in
Douglas, he thought it prudent to provide against the possibility of an error in
the chief's occult calculations. Also, his action would prove his zeal. Besides,
Cyril might deliberately lay a false trail — was almost sure to play some trick
of the sort.
Balloch and Akbar Pasha were stationed in a [125] restaurant facing the
Gare de Lyon, ready to answer the telephone at any moment." Now," said
Abdul, "Have you photographs of these people to show my men?"
Balloch produced them.
"I've seen this man Grey somewhere," remarked the young Turk casually.
And then he gave a sudden and terrible cry. In Lisa he  recognized an
unknown woman whom he had admired the year before at a dance — and
whom he had craved ever since. "Tell S.R.M.D.," he roared, "that I'm in this
thing for life or death; but I ask the girl for a trophy."
"You'll get that, or anything else," said Balloch, "if you can put an end to
the activities of Mr. Cyril Grey."
Abdul Bey rushed off without another word spoken; and Balloch and the
Pasha went to the rendezvous appointed. They passed that night and the next
day in alternate bouts of drink and sleep. About half-past eight on the
following evening the telephone rang. Douglas had judged rightly; the lovers
had arrived at the Gare de Lyon.
Balloch and his pupil sprang to life — fresh and vigorous at the prick of
the summons to action.
It was easy to mark the tall figure of the magician, with the lovely girl
upon his arm; at the barrier their distinction touched the humanity of the
collector. Tickets through to Rome — and no luggage! Most evidently an
elopement!
With romantic sympathy, the kind man determined to oppose the passage
of Balloch, whom he supposed to he an angry father or an outraged husband.
But the manner of the Englishman disarmed him; besides, he had a ticket to