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　　"The girl stood in the open doorway, shrinking back against thedoor, looking with distress and pity at the spectacle whichSalvolio's brutality afforded. Then suddenly there appearedbeside her a tall Turk. He was grey-bearded and forbidding. Shelooked round and saw him, and her mouth opened to utter a cry, butwith a gesture he silenced her and pointed to the darknessoutside.
　　"Without a word she cringed past him, her sandalled feet making nonoise. All this time Salvolio was continuing his stream of abuse,but he must have seen the wonder in my eyes for he stopped andturned.
　　"The old Turk took one stride forward, encircled his body with hisleft arm, and there they stood grotesquely like a couple who weregoing to start to waltz. The Turk was a head taller than Salvolioand, as I could see, a man of immense strength.
　　"They looked at one another, face to face, Salvolio rapidlyrecovering his senses . . . and then the Turk gave him a gentlepunch in the ribs. That is what it seemed like to me, butSalvolio coughed horribly, went limp in the other's arms anddropped with a thud to the ground. The Turk leant down soberlyand wiped his long knife on the other's jacket before he put itback in the sash at his waist.
　　"Then with a glance at me he turned to go, but stopped at the doorand looked back thoughtfully. He said something in Turkish whichI could not understand, then he spoke in French.
　　"'Who are you?' he asked.
　　"In as few words as possible I explained. He came over and lookedat the manacle about my leg and shook his head.
　　"'You will never be able to get that undone,' he said.
　　"He caught hold of the chain, which was a fairly long one, boundit twice round his arm and steadying his arm across his thigh, heturned with a sudden jerk. There was a smart 'snap' as the chainparted. He caught me by the shoulder and pulled me to my feet.
　　" 'Put the chain about your waist, Effendi,' he said, and he tooka revolver from his belt and handed it to me.
　　"'You may need this before we get back to Durazzo,' he said. Hisbelt was literally bristling with weapons - I saw three revolversbeside the one I possessed - and he had, evidently come preparedfor trouble. We made our way from the dungeon into theclean-smelling world without.
　　"It was the second time I had been in the open air for eighteenmonths and my knees were trembling under me with weakness andexcitement. The old man shut the prison door behind us and walkedon until we came up to the girl waiting for us by the lakeside.
　　She was weeping softly and he spoke to her a few words in a lowvoice and her weeping ceased.
　　"'This daughter of mine will show us the way,' he said, 'I do notknow this part of the country - she knows it too well.'
　　"To cut a long story short," said Lexman, "we reached Durazzo inthe afternoon. There was no attempt made to follow us up andneither my absence nor the body of Salvolio were discovered untillate in the afternoon. You must remember that nobody but Salvoliowas allowed into my prison and therefore nobody had the courage tomake any investigations.