Presently in a red fury he cried: "Go--go--go, and bring me back by midnight Nahoum, and Foorgat's treasures, to the last piastre.

Let every soldier be a spy, if thine own spies fail." As they turned to go, the door opened again, the black slave appeared, and ushered David into the room.

David salaamed, but not low, and stood still.
On the instant Kaid changed, The rage left his face.

He leaned forward eagerly, the cruel and ugly look faded slowly from his eyes.
"May thy days of life be as a river with sands of gold, effendi," he said gently.

He had a voice like music.