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"I'd like to keep you out of jail, if that's possible," Grim answered. "You and I are old acquaintances, Sidi bin Tagim. But of course, if you're here to sow sedition, and should there be a document at large in proof of it, which document should fall into the hands of the police well, I couldn't do much for you then. You'd better tell me who stabbed you, and I'll get after him." "Ah!

You fill up a man like Sidi bin Tagim with tales about Jews convince him that Jews stand between Feisul and a kingdom and he'll lend a hand in any scheme ostensibly directed against Jews. Get me?" "So would I!" swore Jeremy. "I'm against 'em too! I camped alongside the Jordan Highlanders one time when " But we had had that story twice that evening with variations.

Now that fellow Sidi bin Tagim in the hospital is an honest old kite in his way. He's a great rooter for Feisul. And the only easy way to ditch a man like Feisul, who's as honest as the day is long, and no man's fool, is to convince his fanatical admirers that for his own sake he ought to be forced along a certain course. The game's as old as Adam.

Those baffling eyes of his twinkled with quiet amusement, and the man in bed resented it. "You laugh, Jimgrim, but if you would listen I might tell you something." But Grim only smiled more broadly than ever. "Sidi bin Tagim, you're one of those fanatics who think the world is all leagued against you. Why should the Jews think you sufficiently important to be murdered?" "Wallah!

Also a friend of mine." "Oh! An Amirikani? A hakim?" "No. Not a doctor. Not a man to fear. He is a friend of Feisul." "On whose word?" "Mine," Grim answered. Sidi bin Tagim nodded. He seemed willing to take Grim's word for anything. "Why did you say a Jew stabbed you?" Grim asked suddenly. "So that they might hang a Jew or two. Wallah! Are the Jews not at the bottom of all trouble?

The man in bed was wounded badly, but not fatally, and though his eyes blazed with fever he seemed to have some of his wits about him. He recognized Grim after staring hard at him for about a minute. "Jimgrim!" "Sidi bin Tagim, isn't it? Well, well I thought it might be you," said Grim, speaking the northern dialect of Arabic, which differs quite a bit from that spoken around Jerusalem.