swear at you, he'll bring the Montdidier name into worse disgrace than Judas Iscariot's!"
"I've no intention of suicide, Fred. I assure you—"
But Fred waved the argument aside contemptuously, and stood up to gather our attention.
"Listen!" He thrust forward his Van Dyke beard that valiantly strove to hide a chin like a piece of flint. "Monty has found the robbers' nest that used to belong to his infernal ancestors. I charge any of you who count yourselves his friends to help me prevent him from behaving like an idiot!"
"That'll do, Fred!" said Monty, pressing him back against the wall. "The fact is," he twisted at his black mustache and eyed us each for a second in turn, looking as handsome as the devil, "that I have found what I originally set out to look for. It overlooks Zeitoon, hidden among trees. I propose to use it. As for quixotism—is there any one here not willing to fight in the last ditch to help Kagig and these Armenians?"
"I'm with you!" laughed Gloria, and she and Will had a scuffle over near the fireplace.
"I knew what to expect of the women," said Monty rather bitterly. "I'm speaking to Fred and the men!"
"Where's Peter Measel?" I asked. But the others did not see the connection.
"Come along," said Monty. "Seems to me we're wasting time," and he strode out through the window on to the roof of the house below—usually the shortest way from point to point in Zeitoon. Kagig followed him, and then Rustum Khan. The stars were no longer shining in the pale sky overhead, but it was dark where we were because of the mountains that shut out the dawn.
