He was turning his words over on the tongue with a relish born of long waiting.
"Come," he said presently--"come, and I will give thee reason why thou wilt not speak with Kaid to-day.

This way, effendi." He led the other into a little room hung about with rugs and tapestry, and, going to the wall, he touched a spring.

"One moment here, effendi," he added quietly.

The room was as it had been since David last stood within it.
"In this room, effendi," Nahoum said with cold deliberation, "Claridge Pasha killed my brother, Foorgat Bey." Ebn Ezra fell back as though he had been struck.

Swiftly Nahoum told him the whole truth--even to the picture of the brougham, and the rigid, upright figure passing through the night to Foorgat's palace, the gaunt Mizraim piloting the equipage of death.
"I have held my peace for my own reasons, effendi.