The news that his father was alive had filled him with burning excitement.
The two had always been the best of chums, more like an elder and younger
brother than father and son.
'Where is he?' he asked sharply.
'At present in Constantinople,' replied Henkel, who was watching Ken
keenly. 'But it is likely that he will presently be sent elsewhere.'
'What--into Asia Minor?' said Ken in dismay. Constantinople was bad
enough, but nothing to the horrors of the Turkish prisons in Asia.
'Not so far as that. He is to be moved, with others of the British and
French, to Gallipoli.'
Ken's cheeks went white. His eyes were full of horror.
'You are perhaps aware,' continued Henkel, 'that the Turkish Government
has decided upon this step as a response to the bombardment of unfortified
places by your fleet. If Turkish civilians are to be killed, it is only
fair that enemy civilians should share their fate.'
'Enver Bey seems to have learnt his German pretty thoroughly,' put in Roy
sarcastically.
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