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In less than four minutes Patrolman Dennis Patrick Murphy, who was standing on post on Washington Street in front of Nasheen Zereik's Embroidery Bazaar talking to Sardi Babu, saw a red-headed, pug-nosed urchin come flying round the corner. "One two three four five. That's the house!" cried Willie Toothaker. "That's it!" "What yer talkin' 'bout?" drawled Murphy.

"I was here behind the screen. I saw the whole thing. I saw Kasheed Hassoun come in and speak to Sardi Babu, and I saw Sardi draw his revolver, and I saw Kasheed tear it out of his hand and strangle him." Mr. Tutt turned cold. "You saw that?" he challenged. "Sure." "How many other people were there in the restaurant?" inquired Mr. Tutt. "Nobody at all," answered George in a matter-of-fact tone.

It is the thought that I ever paid attention to those people in the street! I must needs hold my tongue, suffer, and be trampled on! This is what makes me furious." He drew a step nearer Sardi. "And now," he said, "I mean to proclaim it aloud to all the world; I love her!" He actually shouted the words as he walked on with proud step.

Me, the godson of a bishop!" "I also am godson of a bishop!" sneered Kasheed. "A properly anointed bishop! Without Tartar blood." Sardi Babu grew purple. "Ptha! I would spit upon the beard of such a bishop!" he shrieked, beside himself. Hassoun slightly raised his eyebrows. "Spit, then, infamous one while thou art able!" "Here, here!" growled Burke in disgust. "Keep 'em still, can't you?

Sardi came to the conclusion that if Mansana could so belie the usual taciturnity and reserve of his nature as to bawl and shout in this outrageous manner, almost any mad feat might be possible; so, with an ingenuity and perseverance that did him credit, he sought to induce him to take a little journey, just to give time for the confused condition of his mind and his affairs to settle themselves.

There was an angry murmur from the crowd. Sardi Babu turned white. "I said nothing!" he declared, trembling. "I made no complaint. The gendarme will corroborate me. What care I where Kasheed Hassoun stables his camel?" Maloof shouldered his way up to him, and grasping the Maronite by the beard muttered in Arabic: "Thou dog! Go confess thy sins!

I might even have a caravan pitch its tents alongside the Tombs." "You can't lay it on too strong," declared Mr. Tutt. "But you don't need to go off Washington Street. And, Bonnie, remember I want every blessed Turk, Greek, Armenian, Jew, Arab, Egyptian and Syrian that saw Sardi Babu kill Kasheed Hassoun." "You mean who saw Kasheed Hassoun kill Sardi Babu," corrected Bonnie.

"There's a camel in there!" shouted Willie, dancing up and down. "Camel yer aunt!" sneered the cop. "They couldn't get no camel in there!" "There is! I seen it stick its head out of the roof!" Sardi Babu, the oily-faced little dealer in pillow shams, smiled slyly.

"Is it you, Major Sardi?" she answered, and added hastily: "But Mansana? What of him? You mentioned his name." "Yes. This is his mother." The Major presented the younger lady to the elder. As the mother drew her veil aside, the calm, noble face that was revealed filled Theresa with an instant sense of confidence and strength.

"Then you really do love her?" he whispered. Mansana recoiled. A groan, as from the strength of his whole frame, alarmed Sardi, who feared an attack of apoplexy, but after a brief struggle with himself, Mansana's countenance cleared, and slowly, as though unconsciously and to himself, he murmured: "Yes, I love her!" Then, turning to Sardi, he added: "And I shall not go away!"