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He liked young men, even conceited young men; they were so enthusiastic, so confident, so uncompromising. Besides, W.M.P. was at heart, as Mr. Tutt perceived, a high-class sort of chap. So he smiled. "My name is Tutt," said he. "I am counsel for a man named Hassoun, whom you are going to try for murder. You are, of course, perfectly familiar with the facts."
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?
"How'd he get it up there? I didn't suppose " Suddenly Sardi Babu threw himself fawning upon Hassoun. "Oh, Kasheed Hassoun, I swear to thee that I made no complaint. It is a falsification of the gendarme! And there was a boy a red and yellow boy who said he had seen thy camel's head above the roofs! I am thy friend!" He twisted his writhing snakelike fingers together. Hassoun regarded him coldly.
Tutt had said, and that no such persons as Mokarzel, Kahoots, Abbu, Shikrie and Elias had been in the restaurant at any time that evening, but on the contrary that they, the friends of Hassoun, had been there eating Turkish pie a few might have had mashed beans with taheenak when Sardi Babu, apparently with suicidal intent, entered alone to take vengeance upon the camel owner. "That is all.
"How many times have you gone over your story with the district attorney?" "Nevvair." "What?" "I nevvair see heem." "Never see whom?" "Dees man judge." "I'm not talking about the judge." "I nevvair see no one." "Didn't you tell the Grand Jury that Hassoun stabbed Babu with a long knife?" "I dunno heem!" "Who?" "Gran' Jury." "Didn't you go into a big room and put your hand on a book and swear?"
He had thick black ringlets, parted exactly down the middle of his scalp, hanging to his shoulders, and a luxuriant black curly beard reaching to his middle; in addition to which he wore a blue blouse and carpet slippers. He was a Maronite from Lebanon, and he and his had a feud with Hassoun, Majdalain, and all others who belonged to the sect headed by the Patriarch of Antioch.
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