He proceeded to empty his own pocket, laying the contents on the seat before Jeremy's eyes.

And Jeremy watched like a puzzled puppy with his brow wrinkled.

The process took time, because he was wearing one of those imitation Western suits, of prehistoric cut but up-to-date with every imaginable pocket that a tailor could invent.

Their contents included a dagger and a clasp-knife with a long blade sharpened on both edges, but no pistol.
"Now are you satisfied ?" he demanded, after turning inside-out the two "secret" pockets in the lining of his vest.
"Less than ever!" Jeremy retorted.

"Until I see you naked I will not believe you!" Yussuf Dakmar turned to me again.