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Now he tugged at his mustache and nodded. "Whether it was worth while remains to be seen. According to my man, Youssef did not get the cat. This is correct?" "Yes. Did you see my friend last night?" "I did. Precisely at seven. He informed me that you were missing. Then, sometime later, my man managed to leave Youssef's gang and report in. I at once made plans for your rescue. Now tell me.
Dinah and her husband had great influence over their owner, Youssef, the proprietor of the small coffee-house already described. They not only managed most of its details for him, but were permitted a good deal of personal liberty. Among other things they had been allowed to select the top of the house as their abode.
But the empire fell to pieces of its own weight, leaving little record of its brief and stormy existence. While Youssef was routing the forces of Christianity at Zallarca in Spain, another schismatic tribe of his own people was detaching Marrakech and the south from his rule.
Such was his Majesty the Sultan Moulay Youssef, despoiled of sacramental burnouses and turban, and shuffling along on bare yellow-slippered feet with the gait of a stout elderly gentleman who has taken off his boots in the passage preparatory to a domestic evening.
Youssef opened the door. "Please get out," he requested. "It will be easier if you co-operate." Rick looked at the odds and had to agree. He got out. Hassan was right behind him, still shouting in Arabic. An Arab stepped up behind the guide and slugged him. Rick started to yell a protest, then a burnoose was tossed over his head and wrapped tightly around his chest, blocking out the light.
The picture was so ridiculous that he had to grin, in spite of the discomfort and the foul air that reached him through the dirty burnoose. Then realization hit him. Youssef was in charge, and Youssef was a tough professional thief who intended to get the cat. Where was the thief taking him? Sudden fear ran through his thoughts. The camel swayed and jogged along for what seemed hours to Rick.
I trust him wid eberyt'ing!" replied this pattern wife. "An' Youssef what ob him?" "He's more'n t'ree quarters blind. Kin see not'ing, an' understan's less." "Dinah, you's a good woman," remarked her appreciative brother, as he rose to depart. "Now, remember, dis am de most important job you an' I hab had to do since we was took by de pirits out ob de same ship.
Rick added, "When we show my sister that picture of you with the fancy clothes and that scimitar you borrowed, we'll have to bring her to see you in person. She won't believe her eyes." Hassan chuckled softly. "Tell her I will be her bodyguard, to protect her from Youssef, if he ever gets free from jail. I will even protect her from our so terrible Egyptian cats!"
Scotty reached in his pocket and found a pocket calendar. He consulted it. "Hey, you're not kidding!" "Nope. So, as the year closes, where are we? Caught between Kemel and Youssef." "Maybe next year will bring better things," Scotty said with a grin. "Uhuh. But for whom?" "That," Scotty said, "remains to be seen!" The Space Mystery
There was some real value attached to the cat. It was not manufacturing rights or sales, and it was not revenge. He was sure of that. Youssef had said that he had no sentimental attachment to the cat. He had also said he disliked unnecessary violence. Rick wondered what the thief considered "unnecessary." What else could he recall of Youssef's talk?
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