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"Out of a harem!" I exclaimed, in utter incredulity. "What harem?" "I will not tell you," he answered, gravely, the smile fading from his face. "I swore that I would not tell." "Will you swear that it really came from a harem?" I asked. "I give you my word of honor," asseverated Marchetto. "I swear by my head, by your beard" "I do not mean that," I said quietly.
"I have known of such cases," assented the professor. "Eight and a quarter, Miss Dabstreak. Say eight, I dare say it will do as well." "Marchetto," said Chrysophrasia sadly, "I am afraid your embroidery is only worth eight pounds." The Jew was kneeling on the floor, squatting upon his heels. He put on an injured expression, and looked up at Miss Dabstreak's face.
"I will tell you, Marchetto," said Gregorios, gravely. "The lion and the lamb shall lie down together, when the lion lies down with the lamb inside of him." "Take, and eat!" exclaimed the ready Jew, holding out the Rhodes tapestry to Balsamides. "A man who has fasted throughout Ramazán shall not break his fast with an onion," retorted Gregorios, laughing.
Balsamides wanted to produce the impression that he intended to make a bargain. "Kaldyr! Take it away!" he exclaimed. "It is rubbish." Marchetto held the stuff up over his customer's head so that the light from the little dome could fall upon it. "There is not a hole in the whole length of it," he cried enthusiastically. "It is perfect; not a thread loose. Examine it; is there a patch?
The Lala seemed delighted, and politely made way for Gregorios to pass, but Marchetto of course protested loudly that the negro's business could wait. He accompanied Gregorios to the door, and with many inclinations stood looking after him for a few moments. At a little distance Gregorios pretended to be attracted by something exposed for sale, and, pausing, looked furtively back.
"Did you ever hear of a Russian Pasha, Marchetto? The fellow who sold it to you lied." "He who lies on the first day of Ramazán repents on the day of Bairam," returned the Jew, quoting a Turkish proverb, and grinning. I was struck by the words. Somehow the mention of Bairam made me think of Alexander's uncertain fate, and suggested the idea that Marchetto knew something about it.
"Twenty liras, twenty Turkish pounds," answered the Jew promptly. "You mean five," I said. The watch was worth ten, I thought, about two hundred and thirty francs. "Impossible. I would rather let you take it as a gift. It is birindjí first quality upon my honor. I never saw" "Rubbish, Marchetto!" I exclaimed. "Let me take it to Vartan to be examined. Then we will bargain." "Take it," he answered.
"Now," said Balsamides to the negro, "no one can hear us. You have one chance of life. Tell us at once where we can find the Russian Effendi whose property you stole and sold to Marchetto in the bazaar." In the dim gloom I almost fancied that the black man changed color as Gregorios put this question, but he answered coolly enough. "You cannot find him," he said.
He was the author of a "Libellus Musicus," preserved in the British Museum. He was born at Namur, learned singing, and according to Vander Straeten, studied the works of Boethius under Vittorino da Feltre in Italy. He cites Marchetto of Padua as the first to write in the chromatic manner since Boethius.
His entrance reminded me of the watch, and for the moment banished John Carvel and his family from my thoughts. I showed him the thing, and told him what Marchetto had said. "We have him now!" he exclaimed, examining the name and date with interest, though he could not read the Russian characters. "It is not so sure," I said. "He will never tell the name of the negro."
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