A knock-down blow for Claridge Pasha, eh?
That's all you thought of, wasn't it?
And it doesn't matter to you that the cotton-mills made thousands better off, and started new industries in Egypt.

No, it only matters to you that Claridge Pasha loses half his fortune, and that you think his feet are in the quicksands, and 'll be sucked in, to make an Egyptian holiday.

Anything to discredit him here, eh?
I'm not sure what else you know; but I'll find out, my noble pasha, and if you've had your hand in it--but no, you ain't game-cock enough for that! But if you were, if you had a hand in the making of your funny little story, there's a nutcracker that 'd break the shell of that joke--" He turned round quickly, seeing a shadow and hearing a movement.

Nahoum was but a few feet away.

There was a bland smile on his face, a look of innocence in his magnificent blue eye.