entrapped in her hair.

"This," he answered frankly. She met his gaze quickly, and with
suspicion. His face was smiling, but not so his eyes. "Wherever I am,
if content, I like that place best. And I am content here."

"You fought with Greece?"

"Yes."

"How that country always rouses our sympathies! Isn't there a little
too much poetry and not enough truth about it?"

"There is. I fought with the Greeks because I disliked them less than
the Turks."

"And Mr. Breitmann?"

He smiled. "He fought with the Turks to chastise Greece, which he
loves."

"What adventures you two must have had! To be on opposing sides, like
that!"

"Opposing newspapers. The two angles of vision made our copy
interesting. There was really no romance about it. It was purely a
business transaction. We offered our lives and our pencils for a
hundred a week and our expenses. Rather sordid side to it, eh? And a
fourth-rate order or two--"