The boatmen refused to take
us if we had no passes from the governor.
We hunted the governor's office up the hillside, panting in our haste.
We burst in upon him. He was a dirty man in an unclean shirt and unkempt
trousers.
"We want to go by the motor-boat," we explained.
"Who are you?" he asked, picking his teeth.
"We are the English about whom the governor of Scutari has telegraphed."
"I don't know anything about you," he said. His manner was ungracious.
"But," we said, "they assured us that they had telegraphed from
Scutari."
The telegraph clerk was brought, and denied that any message had come.
"Anyhow," said the governor, "the motor-boat is for Albanian soldiers
only, and has gone twenty minutes ago. I can do nothing for you without
authority from Durazzo."
We wandered dismally back through the town and were immediately
arrested by the bridge officials because we had not paid the toll rates.
We paid double to get rid of them.
We found an inn. It was the usual sort of building only of stone, and so
dirtier than the others.
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