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He found a full account of the combat with the Efreet in "The Story of the Second Royal Mendicant" in the first volume, and was unpleasantly surprised to discover that the Efreet's name was actually given as "Jarjarees, the son of Rejmoos, the son of Iblees" evidently the same person to whom Fakrash had referred as his bitterest foe.
Fakrash," said the unfortunate Horace, "I know you meant well but never do a thing like that again! If my brother-architects came to know of it I should be accused of most unprofessional behaviour. I'd no idea you would take that way of introducing a client to me, or I should have stopped it at once!" "It was an error," said Fakrash. "No matter.
Ventimore could not repress a shudder. Hitherto he had never been able to take Fakrash quite seriously, in spite of all his supernatural powers; he had treated him with a half-kindly, half-contemptuous tolerance, as a well-meaning, but hopelessly incompetent, old foozle. That the Jinnee should ever become malevolent towards him had never entered his head till now and yet he undoubtedly had.
He was bluffing, of course, for he knew perfectly well that, even if any extradition treaty could be put in force, the arrest of a Jinnee would be no easy matter. "Thou art of opinion, then, that I should be no safer in mine own country?" inquired Fakrash.
"Nay; the seal is still in his possession, and it is naught to me where it is deposited," said Fakrash, "since the only mortal who hath deciphered it is now a dumb animal." "Not at all," said Horace. "There are several friends of his who could decipher that inscription quite as easily as he did." "Is this the truth?" said the Jinnee, in visible alarm. "Certainly," said Horace.
"That cloud which thou sawest," said Fakrash, "hath swept away with it all memory of this affair from the minds of every mortal assembled to do thee honour. See, they go about their several businesses, and all the past incidents are to them as though they had never been."
"I love my work for its own sake," said Horace, "and then, when I have finished it, I shall have earned a very fair amount of money which is particularly important to me just now." "And why, my son, art thou so desirous of obtaining riches?" "Because," said Horace, "unless a man is tolerably well off in these days he cannot hope to marry." Fakrash smiled with indulgent compassion.
But Fakrash, though simple enough in some respects, was not quite such a fool as that. Sometimes the Jinn could be mollified and induced to grant a reprieve by being told stories, one inside the other, like a nest of Oriental boxes. Unfortunately Fakrash did not seem in the humour for listening to apologues, and, even if he were, Horace could not think of or improvise any just then.
"Well," he said, looking at the Jinnee, who was standing opposite with a smile of intolerable complacency, "I suppose you feel satisfied with yourself over this business?" "It hath indeed been brought to a favourable conclusion," said Fakrash. "Well hath the poet written " "I don't think I can stand any more 'Elegant Extracts' this afternoon," interrupted Horace. "Let us come to business.
For the life of him, in spite of his desperate plight, Horace could not help laughing. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Fakrash," he said, as soon as he could speak, "but the Lord Mayor! It's really too absurd. Why, he wouldn't hurt a hair on a fly's head!" "Seek not to deceive me further!" said Fakrash, furiously.
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