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Updated: June 8, 2025
"O young man of marvellous sagacity!" said the Jinnee; "truly I had omitted to consider these things, and thou hast opened my eyes in time. For I will present myself unto this man-mule and adjure him to reveal where he hath bestowed this seal, so that I may regain it." "He can't do that, you know, so long as he remains a mule." "I will endow him with speech for the purpose."
"Very kind of you to say so but you are probably unaware that, as society is constituted at the present time, the objections to such an alliance would be quite insuperable." "For me," said the Jinnee, "few obstacles are insuperable. But speak thy mind freely." "I will," said Horace. "To begin with, no European Princess of the Blood Royal would entertain the idea for a moment.
"That's impossible, sir you forget my work!" "Never mind your work, my boy: leave it for a while, try a sea-voyage, go round the world, get quite away from these associations." "But I might come across the Jinnee again," objected Horace; "he's travelling, as I told you." "Yes, yes, to be sure. Still, I should go away. Consult any doctor, and he'll tell you the same thing."
"Come," said Horace to himself, "that puts Jarjarees out of action, any way! The odd thing is that Fakrash should never have heard of it." But, as he saw on reflection, it was not so very odd, after all, as the incident had probably happened after the Jinnee had been consigned to his brass bottle, where intelligence of any kind would be most unlikely to reach him. He read eagerly.
All he could do would be to keep the crowd back and send for a covered stretcher. No, he would not dwell on these horrors; he must fix his mind on some way of circumventing Fakrash. How did the people in "The Arabian Nights" manage? The fisherman, for instance? He persuaded his Jinnee to return to the bottle by pretending to doubt whether he had ever really been inside it.
"A few trifling presents," answered the Jinnee, "and by no means suited to thy dignity yet the best in my power to bestow upon thee for the time being." "My dear sir, they simply overwhelm me with their magnificence! They're beyond all price, and and I've no idea what to do with such a superabundance." "A superfluity of good things is good," was the Jinnee's sententious reply.
There are over five million inhabitants in this London of ours. If you go out into the streets and ask the first five hundred you meet whether they know me, I don't mind betting you what shall I say? a new hat that you won't find half a dozen who've ever even heard of my existence. Why not go out and see for yourself?" To his surprise and gratification the Jinnee took this seriously.
"Not so," said the Jinnee. "Thy names are familiar to them." Horace glanced up at the hastily improvised decorations; on one large strip of bunting which spanned the street he read: "Welcome to the City's most distinguished guest!" "They can't mean me," he thought; and then another legend caught his eye: "Well done, Ventimore!"
"So there you are!" said Ventimore; "I thought you'd deserted me again. What have you brought me up here for?" "Because I desired to have speech with thee in private," replied the Jinnee. "We're not likely to be intruded on here, certainly," said Horace. "But isn't it rather exposed, rather public? If we're seen up here, you know, it will cause a decided sensation."
"To recite thy misdeeds," replied the Jinnee, "would occupy much time." "I don't mind that," said Horace, affably. "I can give you as long as you like. I'm in no sort of a hurry." "With me it is otherwise," retorted Fakrash, making a stride towards him. "Therefore court not life, for thy death hath become unavoidable.
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